Author's Note: Yo! I'm surprised that someone actually added this to there alert list, so thank you to that person very much. Well, I hope this one is longer and better than the last chapter.

2. Complicated

A complicated home:

Princess. She hated that word with a passion that could outmatch the heat of the desert. Princesses were weak, spoilt brats who could not defend themselves and needed to rely on their damn prince to save them. Temari would never succumb to such submission; she would wait on no man no matter what. How pathetic it had been that incompetent people had a greater, significant amount of privileges than others who struggled on a day to day basis. This blonde wasー is a warrior, and one not to be challenged unless her opponent had been suicidal or just incredibly stupid.

Yet, Temari would not feel as accomplished without the praise and respect that came with being in direct blood relations of the Kazekage. That's not to say she cared about the opinion of others (save for the ones from those she care for at times and even then that was rare). Temari just wanted credit were credit was due. That said, she had high pride in being a kunoichiー especially from this village where most of the woman could take care of themselves; however, it did not surprise her by much considering the people here had stricter methods of raising their children.

So, when she went to the Hidden Leaf Village Temari couldn't help but feel so misplaced.

A complicated social situation:

Being related to Kazekage had its up and downs: while she it came with immense respect it also came with loneliness. Other girls were either afraid of her or thought she had been too stuck up to even bother talking to her, so all she had was her mother and barely at that. Her father wanted a soldier not a daffodil, and his commands were always followed. She guessed now it didn't matter for the lack of friends was only a small price to pay for being as strong as she is now. Besides, she had acquaintances and with all the work she needed to do she did not have the time to make friends. In all honesty, a friend could backstab you at any given moment without you knowing. Meanwhile, if you were just merely allies you could have a few suspicions thus allowing you to prepare for battle. At least that's what she used to convince herself that the feeling of loneliness as she ate ramen at Ichimaru's did not exist. She was just feeling homesick.

"If you're in here to convince me otherwise, don't waste your breath. It'd be, in your language, too troublesome." She snapped at the shadow user who appeared behind her. All Temari wanted was to eat her lunch, finish her paperwork, and return home.

The blonde sand ninja felt as he eyed her with a bored expression; his hands were, without a doubt, in his pockets. Teal eyes were in deep refusal to draw their attention to him when he leaned on the counter, back facing the chef with his arms crossed, "As much as I agree with you, it'd be an even bigger drag if Ino starts yelling at me, because I didn't do what she asked correctly. I really don't want to deal with that." He told her lazily. Temari had been delighted when he stopped talking; the last thing she needed was to here his bitching all over again. "Why do all you women have to get so loud if you even get one slight disagreement?" But he just had to push it, didn't he? It was bad enough she had been in an irritated mood, now she had to somehow manage to prevent herself from making the sexist bastard sterile.

As two hands resting on either side of a half eaten soup turn into tightening fist, teeth were clenchingー but Temari took a deep breath in order to attempt to gain her patience but found the task difficult to complete. Instead, she turned her head to face the lazy boy straight in the eye; her glare heavy with aggression.

"For the same damn reason you men bitch, whine, and complain like little girls if we ask you to do one thing." Though, her tone came out a bit nastier than she expected it to be causing the few people in the shop to give the two a glance; even Shikamaru and Temari, herself, were left a bit startled with how she addressed him. It was a tone Temari reserved mainly for her enemies, and though in the past (well, when her village attacked his) she could have killed him with an ease and feel no guilt, and she knew he would have been capable of doing so. Now, they were passed thatー she only wanted a fair rematch, and would accept no outcome but her victory.

Yet he stayed calm in this situation (like he does in most conversations), but she couldn't tell if it was due to his lack of interest in wanting to convince her to spend a girl's day with Ino and the rest of those kunoichis or he really was trying his best not to anger her again. Though, she supposed, that part of himー the inability to read his constant neutral expression completely sent the Kazekage's sister into an abyss of sheer frustration. Disregarding Gaara, everyone had been clear as a bright, colourful neon light; she was a master at analysing the atmosphere and part of that included the subjects in it. For example, if she saw that Naruto brat with an exaggerated look on his and a girl with pink hair within slight distance anyone could tell he was rejected yet again. However, for something more complicated if she overheard a conversation between two people and one kept looking to his right side, he was lying; normally, most would say the poor man couldn't keep eye contact for so long (as some can't), but when she saw him sign the check no one could go against her argument. Though, here she was: sitting upright with her eyes widen and unquestionably filled with confusion. Those same bewildered eyes set themselves upon a hand withdrawing itself from the counter where it deposited moneyー money to pay her ramen in the exact amount.

"You...why?" This time, he did not look at her, but instead focused on the ground; probably in thought, as usual. Before she could talk again, he interrupted her,

"I'll ask you one question and won't bother you again." Just to piss her off even more (in her assumption anyway), the deer boy took a short pause before looking her in the eye with a gaze he used for strategising, "Are you okay?" Shikamaru looked at her for a fee more seconds before leaning off the counter and walking out the small shop. Leave it to an ass-hat like him to make such a simple question into one of the world's unsolvable curiosities. Once again her hand balled up into a tightening fist (knuckles beginning to turn white), but only this time it slammed against the spot next to Temari's bowl causing those around her to become greatly concerned.

"Damn that bastard!"

Author's Note: I suppose in this case the complication of Temari's life (one of the them, anyway) comes from her constant conflicting emotions: her emotions as a shinobi, her emotions as a regular, her accepted feelings as a shinobi, and her accepted feelings as a regular person. For example, she doesn't want to be treated like a damsel in distress though the pampering does make her feel good even if she won't admit it. Another example would that her inability to make reliable- if not decent, actual friends who appreciate her not her title gets in the way of her accepting the Konoha girls. I in no way intend to make her seem like an emotional turmoil, but it's just that I've read a common theme of her receiving emotional training for which I've decided to incorporate into this drabble. She's human and those suppressed feelings will keep fighting to get out while she continues to keep them in unless a situation arises like that in the first season-arc-plot of Shippuden. I hope that makes sense.