I have no idea how I'm going to continue this story. LOL I have no creativity bahahah. Well we'll see :)
She woke up from her uncomfortable slumber, the aching of her back growing worse when she stretched out her arms. She felt the throbbing area of her waist, and rubbed her eyes. She slept on a chair close to her brother for what seemed to be over an hour. How she was able to do so without waking up, she didn't know. But the intense pain that came afterwards gave her a lesson in never sleeping upright ever again.
The room was empty, with only her, Kankuro still on the bed and Gaara sitting asleep as well, his elbow lying on the table beside him, accompanied by his head resting just as awkwardly on the desk. She slowly rose from her chair, and tidied her clothes, noticing a part of her uniform a little darker than the rest, perhaps a stain. "I hope I didn't drool," she thought, smiling to herself. Gently touching her brother's chin, she wiped the incoming barrage of tears from her eyes. She cupped Kankuro's face with her hands, and her eyes widened when he flinched.
"Oh! Kankuro!" she embraced her brother despite his frail state, causing him to squirm.
"T-Temari! Stop!" he coughed when she let go, grinning at him.
"S-sorry!" she pulled his blanket to cover his bandaged chest, and patted his shoulder.
"Where's Gaara?"
"He's still sleeping," she pointed with her thumb her youngest brother sleeping.
"He must be tired. The role of the Kazekage's no joke," his weak replies worried Temari, nonetheless, the thought of him alive was a relief to her.
She tucked him to sleep like how she used to with him and Gaara.
She found him sitting on a chair in the lounge, sipping coffee silently with his partner. His grandmother entered the lounge to smile at Temari, awkwardly standing by the doorway. Her feet remained alien for a while (from all the sitting).
"Master Sasori?" he refrained from turning his head towards her, already knowing who she was.
"Can I help you?" she gulped as she stood still in front of him, holding her brother's broken weapon in her hands. Karasu, one of Kankuro's prized weapons, was destroyed, leaving only his head intact. She firmly held the damaged body part, gluing the long slash that nearly disconnected the head in half.
"I'd just like to thank you…for saving my brother. You don't know how much it means to me, to my family." She gratefully smiled at him and her eyes darted at his thin lips parting from the warm white mug. His eyes fixed at his drink.
Finally, he turned his head to face her, ogling at Karasu.
"That's his weapon?"
"Yeah, it's kind of broken. He knows it's originally yours, he's a big fan. He'd be screaming like a girl if he ever laid eyes on you. He technically worships you."
"That's an honour to hear. Someone as young as your brother knows him?" the blonde kid sitting in front of his senior replied, nodding his head in amazement and jealousy. After all, it wasn't Sasori's departure from his homeland that made him known. No, it wasn't that. It was mere talent and sheer intelligence.
His lips curled upwards into a smile, finally acknowledging Temari's gratitude.
"You're his sister?"
"Older sister"
"How old are you, kid? You look younger than him?"
She furrowed her brows in annoyance. He realized, Temari's been getting comments like this since she and her brothers probably reached puberty. Her irritation made him smile and chuckle.
"17"
"You must be very observant," he notes, which causes her to flinch, confused by his sudden reply. His index finger pointed towards her fan.
"Does the sand village produce specialized wind users now?" she answered with a nod, but she could tell he was disappointed by his obvious frown.
"We're getting bett-"she was cut off when he suddenly dashed forward to press her head downwards, Deidara countering a throw of his kunai inside his sleeve.
Temari's eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, Sasori's hand pressing on her back severely as he looked around silently.
"Deidara,"
"I'm on it."
Someone had tried to attack them. Someone tried to attack Temari.
She gulped loudly as the only thing she could make out was Deidara's shuffle of his feet, running out the door and the sight of the pair's mugs now shattered on the floor, the swift moving of their liquids as they emerged from the broken cups and the smell of black coffee spreading across the once polished floor.
She blinked a couple of times to stop the blurry images in front of her, and felt the cool touch of his hand firmly gripping around her arm.
''Are you alright?'' he calmly asked, his voice firm like his grip. Helping her up, she nodded once again, still too nervous and petrified to vocally respond back.
He walked over to where the knife hit, pinned against the wall as the sharp end pierced the hard brick, forming a long crack from where it hit.
The knife dripped purple liquid. It was his poison.
He looked back to where he originally sat, Temari close to him as she held her weapon tightly. The glass window had shattered, and its remnants lied on the small table.
''Orochimaru?'' she asked weakly as she watched him observe the knife on the wall.
''I doubt it. I don't think it's him.''
His partner stepped inside, carefully avoiding the glass shards on the floor.
''I have a feeling it's not Orochimaru,'' he panted, resting his hands on his thighs as he breathed heavily.
''I did get something,'' he dug through his pockets, and held out his hands that revealed white scales.
