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I didn't know if it's correct or not but I'm making Kazekage as Temari, Kankurai and Gaara's father who was killed by Orochimaru during the Chunnin exam back then…if I have the information wrong please bare with me.
Setting: 2 years after the group had failed to retrieve Sasuke
Spoilers: up to chapter 244
Warning: swearing and sexual innuendos, nothing too bad…I swear
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Operation: Hunt Shikamaru Down!- Chapter 3
On the other side of town…
Temari was desperate also…because…
Temari sighed as she walked out of Konoha, nodding at the Chuunins at the gates as she continued her way. She put her in the pocket of her shorts. She didn't carry her fan out with her, it was great weapon but it gets in her way sometimes with its size. She had that all-you-shinobi-need-pouch with her that had kurai and stuff. Besides, she was only taking a walk; it wasn't as if she was out to destroy something…
But now…
She was bored…
Life was getting…a bit on the dull side…
Temari sighed once more.
She needed entertainment and the first word she could think of was…Shikamaru…Her mouth unconsciously twitched at the thought of him.
He was worth her while…to pick on to say at least.
Yet it seemed that he was able to find a great place to hide this time. She wasn't able to find him, which left her where she was now…boredom. Actually, come to think of it, she didn't want to push too many of his buttons at the same time. He might be lazy but he would react if he was shoved around long enough. After all, one could only take so much.
Therefore, it was almost an important factor for the 'one in higher power' (A/N: aka bully) to let her 'underlings' (A/N: aka Shikamaru) to have some time to himself.
She didn't know when it got started but ever time she had a mission in Konoha, she would try to find different ways to get to him, trying hard to annoy the hell out of him. Shikamaru was a pacifist, he wasn't someone as easily provoked like Naruto. That was what kept him in the upper hand in most of his battles: keeping a clear head.
The more reason why she should pick on him.
What's the fun if the person would always act in the ways you predicted?
However, after all these years, she still wasn't able to…he probably thinks that it was 'too bothersome' to even raise his temper.
See, this alone was already showing his lazy nature…
Come to think of it…
What kind of person would actually just fight with brain in battle? If she was the one in battle it would be:
Keeping a clear head
Continuous verbal abuse the enemy for the purpose of provoking.
Beat the SHIT out of the enemy
Laugh in the person's face before giving the finishing blow
See, this is how a REAL woman fights.
After all, fighting wasn't just a game. Sometimes, keeping a clear head would obviously not be enough; strategy could only keep you up ahead for so far. The rest depends on the condition of the enemy, that is, if she was able to provoke that person, that meant she would be able to manipulate the enemy. That alone would give her more advantages.
Someone once said to her that 'The one who anger the person has power over them.'
It was something she remembered well up to now and she doubted she would be able to forget it soon.
Before, Temari really wanted to see what would happen if she provoke him. It wasn't as if she still didn't…but…
Although, Shikamaru was clearly annoyed by her, due to his position (A/N: weakling), he wasn't strong enough to really do anything her. Therefore, he was stuck in a lose-lose situation.
Power over the other person, remember that well.
Sometimes, it was almost like Shikamaru and she were playing a real life game of shogi. After all he couldn't stay at the same place all the time so he had to keep moving. For her, she would need to start to think like him in order to locate his position and had to find different ways to make him angry. This cat and mouse game was a challenge to them psychologically. It kept her mind thinking all the time.
Lately, she had been having conflicts. For her, she really wanted to see a lazy bum like him to blow up for it will be amusing. Yet, she didn't want to also, for if she indeed found him, then…
It would be the same for him. If he was able to confront her, then…
Their only connection in their so-called relationship would end. After all, what was there to say when their relationship was based on competition. This whole ordeal was caused by one of them wanting to beat the other one due to her lost at the Chuunin exam while the other one tried to avoid conflict at all cost.
He was her opponent, her rival, someone whom she had lost to. Therefore, she respected him…somewhat. Besides, the daily encounters with him kept her mind occupied…from thinking other things…
After all, she didn't have much time left.
She sighed once more, one more year…then…
Temari shook her head. No, she will not think about it. It would always make her depressed after and what good would that do?
Nothing.
Instead, she should enjoy her life while she still can. Then maybe, just maybe, she would think about something good that had happened right now in the future…
Shit, she IS getting depressed. Maybe a nice peaceful walk would get her out of this mood.
Actually, a victim would be better…
After all, what could be better than some ass-kicking? Who could ever turn that down?
The art of ass-kicking was an important factor in life, especially for a woman like Temari. Studies showed that Temari became more and more emotionally stabled when she 'exercise' frequently.
What studies you ask?
The death rate of her mission says it all.
Besides, violence always buffers her emotions. It keeps her mind off crap that she didn't want to think about…and that was something good.
Letting out the negative energy within her allow positive energy to enter her body (although her healthiness would be based on the other person's expense).
Positive attitude right?
Therefore, optimal amount of ass-kicking contribute to the feeling of optimism.
Good lord.
Sometimes, she was even able to convince herself that she if she got tired of these ass-kicking businesses aka being a shinobi (which was probably never), that she could always switch jobs and become a counsellor.
Imagine, Doctor Temari leading a group of people to terrorize around town.
Think about what her motto would be:
"Think you are on a low end right now? Well, I guess it's time for you to go out and destroy or kill something. That would make others to be worse off than you so that you are no longer in that deep pit of despair of yours. If you can't go up, make others come down."
In case you still haven't figure it out. Temari's belief regarding happiness would be anything along the lines of building your happiness over someone else's pain (must be because of her sadistic nature).
On the other hand, maybe she should just publish her beliefs in a book: Temari's Guide to Life for Dummies (after all, only dummies would actually buy that book).
Ha! Maybe her book would be the best seller like that damn Come Come Paradise. After all, if a dirty book like that could be a big hit then so can hers.
Except she might have to cut back the cynical remarks…
She groaned and had the urge to smack her forehead. Memories of what that perverted book did to her friend were flooding back to her.
(Flashback to an event that was 5 years ago)
Temari was hanging out at a bar as her friend, Kenichi, was celebrating with his men for their first success on their show—Moonlight Shadows. It was a big hit in the Hidden Sand Village, the play, that is. She supposed it was because nothing was ever going on in the village and people wanted to have something better to do than to stay home and rot.
"Heeyyy Tteeemmaarrrii!!!"
Before Temari could even react, she found her head slammed onto the long wooden bar table because her friend, Kenichi, was practically leaning on her back, had pushed her down. Slowly, he found his balance again and got off of her. He slid to the seat next to hers.
Wasn't he lucky to be her friend?
After all, she wasn't Itachi, she won't kill her friend…(cough).
Kenichi was twenty at that time (she was twelve). She wasn't one of those who could make friends easily. She didn't know whether it was because she was the daughter of the KazeKage or her personality. Yet, ever since she'd met Kenichi, they'd become close friends fast.
She stole another glance at him as she drank her lemonade with a straw. She was still underage; she was surprised that people hadn't kicked her out of the bar yet. His usual well combed long blond hair looked like a hurricane had run through it. His deep cobalt eyes always reminded her of the ocean; even though she had never seen it herself (she read and saw it in the books). His features, unlike most of the men she knew, were gentle but definitely not feminine. If she was to put him in a role, then he would be a scholar or a businessman—a man full of wisdom and knowledge; a man who was a pacifist but knew when to stand his ground.
And that was who he was, almost. He was a playwright.
He knew a lot about the world than her and she would always listen to him as he talked about the most up-to-date news regarding different villages. He would always find a simple solution for her in the most complex situations. She'd learned a lot from him.
He was probably the only friend she has that wasn't a shinobi.
She tried to see him in a ANBU outfit but somehow, the two mental images just won't slid together.
He had two sister, both were not presented at the bar tonight. They were Sayuri who was seven years old and Minako who was only a year old. Ever since Kenichi's parents had died, his sisters were what he had left.
They stick to him like glue.
Minako, being an infant would cry when she wasn't held by Minako. However, after several tries, Minako would sleep when she was being held by Temari. Even though Temari might not look like it, but she was quite protective over Minako. After all, who could turn down an adorable little thing like her? Her blond hair would always be silky, her skin smooth, her little chubby fingers would grab onto Temari's long ones.
Oh and her baby blue eyes!
Did Temari ever mention that she was cute?
If she was to have a baby in the future, she wanted one just like Minako.
Sayuri on the other hand was a different story. She could only be described as: a two-face and a pain in the ass.
She, unlike the rest of the family had brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair always tied into a French braid. She would always wear a pink dress, waving and twirling in front of her brother.
Sayuri would smile sweetly in front of her brother and then would give death glares to Temari whenever her brother wasn't looking. Temari, understand completely where the hostility came from would stood unaffected by the stares. Instead of keeping distance with Kenichi, she would spend most of her time being with him, dragging him around town when he was not busy or helping him out with the production.
In other words, BE CLOSE to Kenichi no matter what.
In some twisted ways, Sayuri might be the catalyst for the fast friendship between Kenichi and Temari.
IN YOUR FACE SAYURI!
If there was one thing Temari was good at, that would be to know what ticks people off the most.
Suddenly, Temari had the urge to drag her down here and see what her reaction would be regarding her drunken brother.
Probably screaming at the top of her lungs as she dragged him out of the bar.
Temari smirked Sayuri had brother-complex and that's what made it so fun to annoy her.
"Hey, Temari," His speech slurred a little as he looked lazily at her with one eye. "I'll tell you something I'd learned from a very educational book. It's a wonderful book, so many things that I thought was impossible was able to be done in so 'many different styles'. I'd based my next play on some of the materials from that wonderful book."
She, being interested in all types of books, looked at him with slight interest. After all, he was a picky reader, that book got to be good if he was recommending it to her; although, she wondered if he would pass out soon. His whole body smelt like sake itself. She pondered if his crew dunk him in alcohol or something.
He slumped on the table before him as he lifted his index finger and bent it, motioning her to get closer and that was what she did.
A big mistake in deed.
"Do you know that a woman can have 20 ORGASMS in one night?" Kenichi exclaimed. "Not only that, do you know the number of positions that a man and a woman can be in?"
Temari jerked back, what the hell was wrong with him? Why the hell was he telling her this?
She began to wonder if he was the gentleman Kenichi she knew for half of her life (maybe he got flushed away by the ocean of sake).
Silence filled the room.
She didn't know him. She silently wanted to declare. He was just a passer-by who JUST so HAPPENED to be always FOUND standing and chatting next to her. She didn't know him.
Out of nowhere, he took out this book with a bright orange cover and waved it in her face. "You have to read this Temari, it s for you own good. Your husband will forever be amazed at your performance on your wedding night. From then on, he would never want to find another woman again! See what a good friend I am?"
Men, who saw the book snickered and laughed. Some bastard even clapped.
Then, with new found strength, Kenichi pushed himself up from his seat and jumped onto the stage, which located at the other side. He proclaimed, "For Come Come Paradise!"
Many men in the pub cheered as they raised their bottles of beer. Sounds of people cheering and saying 'yea' could be heard throughout.
Then some weird music came on.
"Oh my god! Come Come Paradise's theme song!" He waved at the bartender as the bartender gave him thumbs up.
"…." Have you ever heard of a book that has a theme song? WTF!
Put me on the table
What the hell were these lyrics? Was it just her or there's some hidden meaning behind that?
Then Kenichi did something so uncharacteristic that unconsciously her jaw hung loose. He started to unbutton his white shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She never knew a man who didn't know how to fight can have such a well toned body…
Wow…
He was dancing as he tossed his shirt aside. The crowd went wild.
Temari's eyes widened. Her hold on the drink tightened as she continued to drink.
Oh my…
Oh my God...
She buried her face with her hands. She didn't know whether it was because the fact that it was her respected friend, in his drunkenness, was strip dancing or that there was a man doing that in front of her.
However, it was too late; the image of him topless would forever be imprinted in her mind.
She heard the sound of her heart pounding loudly. Was it just her or the room suddenly got hotter?
Thud-dub; thud-dub.
This was too much for her…(she was only 12 after all)
Sounds of people hollering and woman screaming could be heard.
What was going on?
Thud-dub. Thud-dub.
Then in her curiously (or stupidity) she opened her eyes. She covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming like the rest of the woman in the room. Her friend was in the middle of removing his pants.
Holy shit!
He was hot!
He was laughing uncontrollably, probably all high because of the amount of attention he was getting from the crowd. He moved in an elegant yet erotic manner. She never knew that can be a combination.
So seductive…
The taste of lemonade was long forgotten…
Kenichi threw away his pants as he started to play the strings of his boxers.
He was going to…her breath quickened…
He started to pull…
Thud-dub. Thud-dub.
She felt blood rushing to her head. She was starting to feel light-headed.
For some reason, the thought of stopping him never came across her mind.
Oh well, it was too late now right? (wink wink)
"AAAAHHHHH" A shriek could be heard in the room and the music stopped.
Everyone turned to the doorway and found Sayuri standing there. She was breathing hard; she ran to the stage and pulled her laughing brother off the stage. Temari saw a few friends of his gathered his clothes as they moved toward the men's bathroom. She turned her head around; the bartender was looking at her funny.
Shrugging it off, she turned back to her drink, only to found she had already emptied the glass. She narrowed her eyes as she found a few red droplets on her grey tunic.
Then realization hit.
She rushed out the door, covering her nose.
No wonder the bartender was giving her a weird look…
(End flashback)
Temari, up to this day, refuse to admit that she had a nosebleed over her friend like some pervert!
It was probably because her lack of sleep and the fact that she'd eaten too much fried food…(yea right)
In conclusion, that book was totally evil! It (or the alcohol…) corrupted her friend…and her!
She felt light-headed once more as images of her friend flashed into her mind.
Shit. After all these years, she STILL couldn't get over that night. She'd never looked at him the same way again and she would never admit to anyone that a few days later, she sneaked into a CD shop and bought the last album that had that song.
Oh what is this? What a nice album, I really like the songs (cough cough). Let's get it…
She could almost hear the evil author laughing manically in the background (Jiraiya…)
Luckily, Temari was sitting at the back of the pub that time. Therefore, barely anyone noticed her reaction to Kenichi.
Thank god.
Funny though, she'd felt embarrassed, shocked but never guilty about not stopping him…
She smiled. Well, that memory alone had made her felt better.
She then felt a presence of chakra behind her. She turned, only to find Shikamaru standing a few feet away from her. He was still in his usual clothes, his green jacket with his black fish net shirt underneath and his usual black pants. He didn't wear his chuunin vest though; therefore, he wasn't on mission.
They looked at each other, no words exchanged.
Silence…
Then it was broken when Shikamaru cleared his throat. "Temari, we need to talk."
Temari looked at her shoes before looking back at him once more, smiling a gentle small smile, "what do you want to talk about?"
Things that have a beginning must have an end after all.
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