Why they never thought of making this journey the moment they found out about the news, he would never know. And he will probably never forgive himself for not thinking about it sooner. However, the logical part of his mind – which was the majority, ultimately – reasoned that dwelling in what should have happened wasn't going to turn back time and ease him of his grave worries now.
For the last three days, they have been travelling the familiar path to Sunagakure: he, his wife, and by his insistence, Ino. Temari had not wanted for her medic-friend to accompany them, as she pointed out that a lot more people would need Ino in the hospital and that Sakura might not ever forgive them for making the Yamanaka take a leave in the middle of flu season. Eventually, even the mind reader was on Shikamaru's side on the matter.
With a pout, a harrumph, and arms crossed over her very pregnant belly, the Sunagakure Princess agreed to the setup.
Even if she hadn't, Ino would have come of her own accord anyway. It wasn't as if Temari could actually fight her to prevent her from coming. Shikamaru had hidden her Tessen away, and it wasn't adviseable for pregnant kunoichi to engage in laborious tasks especially during the last trimester of their gestation. The chakra system could very well send her to an early labour, and it wouldn't be good to rush the body like that.
Somehow, even Shikamaru wished that he hadn't hidden her giant war fan so their baby arrived even before their scheduled trip. On the eve before they left for Suna (and after tucking their firstborn in his mother's house), the Nara clan head cursed his lazy Nara genes for making their baby laze around in Temari's stomach, as if not wanting to go out and meet the world.
His rationality came back to him and he shook his head gently to will away the quick reminiscing before eyeing the stretch of desert before them. They had already taken up the time of normal Konoha-Suna travel time, and Shikamaru knew that the adventure was just about to start.
Neither he nor Ino were equipped in dealing with Demon Desert creatures, so he hoped that the missive he sent Gaara had already been received, and that his brother-in-law already took the necessary steps in order to ensure Temari would get to cross the desert without much hitch.
Shikamaru had to breathe a sigh of relief when he spotted a luxurious norimono for Temari to ride in. He offered his hand to his wife, and helped her down the jinrikisha that he had rented in the small village that they last visited.
"Really, I am not an invalid," Temari said in annoyance as she laid down on the futon inside the norimono. "You didn't have to ask Gaara for this, anata."
Ino shook her head slightly. "Temari, don't take this the wrong way, but your complaints are really falling on deaf ears. Besides, wouldn't you want this baby to be born in Suna? And not while traveling to Suna?"
The Suna Princess grumbled at her friend's point, unable to argue further. Temari merely let her back rest against the plush futon, slowly humming at the relief it offered her muscles while she patted and rubbed her swollen stomach. Feeling a tiny kick, the kunoichi grinned widely before letting herself take a nap.
Stretching on the mattress slightly, the Wind mistress sighed in contentment as the cramp on her lower back subsided. She turned on her side and sank into the futon once more, eyes closed in an effort to reclaim the sleep that was slowly slipping away from her. Eventually, she succeeded in submitting to slumber once more.
The second time she awoke, the sun was on her face and so she rolled to her back again. Her side had developed a cramp, it seemed, and she hoped to soothe it by going on a different position. This time, said cramp rounded itself, going from her left then spreading to the bulge of her belly before terminating on the opposite right side. It was gone almost as quickly as she felt it.
Her husband's voice was the one that concluded her nap on the third time. There was something about taking a break to change the people carrying her norimono, and a quick question about how she was doing inside the manpowered vehicle. Temari dismissed his worries lazily, ending with a reminder to not disturb her naps so suddenly.
The dream that the kunoichi had on the fourth time that she fell asleep was more tactile than visual. There was nothing but bright orange flames engulfing her whole body. She could feel no heat, but Temari definitely felt the sharp licks of fire passing through her skin and ravaging her muscles. Finding such dream-turned-nightmare rather disturbing, the Suna Princess willed herself awake.
However, she found that the flares antagonising her muscles weren't going away even if she were fully awake.
Careful not to make any sudden movements, she waited until the cramping had passed and she had sighed. Temari couldn't pinpoint whether it was the heat or the restricted space that was rendering her muscles suddenly restless. Despite her uncertainty, she reached for the canister of water that her husband had placed by her head and drank generously.
Sitting up on the futon, the Nara matriarch sighed and allowed her back to rest on the posterior wall of the norimono. Her hands rested on her stomach once more, the bulge offering her great deals of comfort despite its rather intrusive size. She laid her head against the wall and smiled softly in content.
"Hang in there, little one," she whispered softly. "We're still some long ways to go."
Oh, but hang in there the little one did not.
A sharp gasp escaped her parted lips as her stomach hardened slightly under her hands. Temari's breathing had gone from content and relaxed to staggering in a matter of seconds, as she tried to make sense of the situation before her. As quick as the cramping started did it stop, and she was confused. Her heart pounded wildly against its confines. Her back started to feel a little tender before the discomfort mellowed out once more.
"Shikamaru?" she called, thankful that her voice still hasn't reflected her internal panic.
Her husband poked his head inside the norimono almost as soon as she called for him. "Yeah? You doing all right?"
"I-I," she stammered before she took a breath. Temari had to wince slightly before she could muster out a reply. "I honestly am not sure."
The Nara clan head's eyes bugged out of its sockets, and Shikamaru's head slid out of the norimono. "How far are we from the midway tower?!"
"Five hundred meters, Nara-dono," one of the Suna jounin replied.
"I suggest we speed the hell up!"
Ino caught on to the situation quickly as Shikamaru voiced out his panic. In a swift and practiced motion, she weaved the signs and a green flow of chakra surrounded her hands before the medic laid them on Temari's stomach. "Shit, Temari. You're beginning labour."
The Wind kunoichi was already struggling to recall the breathing exercises she had learned from the last time she did this. "W-Wakata! I—shit. Shit, it hurts."
Shikamaru tore the curtain of the norimono and kept his eyes on his wife. When she had stated her desire for their second-born to be delivered in her country, he sure as hell didn't imagine it to be in the middle of the Demon Desert. Frowning, he laid a hand on her leg and let his thumb draw circles on her skin. "Hang in there, Hime."
"You tell your child that!" she bellowed.
The Nara clan head gulped as the rush of wild air current blew through the travelling party. He was very, very sure that it was the wind responding to their mistress' distress. Shikadai's birth was enough experience to let him know that the wind becomes violent when Temari is under duress.
Helpful it may be to the battlefield, but half the Nara forest was levelled when their son was brought into the world. Shikamaru couldn't even begin to imagine what hurricane, gale, or sandstorm will cook up the further Temari's control on her chakra declines.
His mind raced back to the time when she was in labour with Shikadai.
"Breathe, Hime," he had encouraged, trying to sound as calm as he could.
"I'm breathing, you idiot genius!" she had screamed back, and Shikamaru wanted to point out to her that her breaths were nothing like the rhythmic breathing Sakura had shown her to do. However, he was warned by his mother to not make smart comments or else he would be kicked out of the birthing room.
"Let's, uh, let's stay calm then…" Shikamaru had tried to tell her soothingly.
"You telling me to stay calm while your child is twisting the hell out of my uterus?!"
Needless to say, he had learned then that verbal encouragements wouldn't work while his wife was in labour…especially since his wife was quick on the wits with a mouth that certainly doesn't sugarcoat.
Silently, he took her hand and grasped it firmly. Shikamaru leaned towards her direction, before dropping a kiss on the back of her palm. The urgency of the winds seemed to have calmed a little, and he had to crack a little smile even if he felt double the sweat beading on his forehead.
Yes, words never meant much to Temari, but actions certainly did.
"I don't see why this is exciting for you, Kinpatsu," Temari groaned after another bout of contraction had passed.
Ino waved her hand and assessed the cramps forming on her friend's back. "I told you; I didn't get to deliver your baby last time since I was pregnant myself."
"So?"
"So, Kinpatsu," she started, using the nickname they have used for each other. "I'm excited because I get to deliver a friend's baby! It was unfair that Sakura had to do that with us and all our other friends because she had Sarada-chan a year earlier."
"Whatever. Where's my idiot genius?" she asked, restlessness showing in her voice. They were in the midway tower in the middle of the desert, while a sandstorm was ravaging the land partly due to her unbridled chakra.
Ino sat down next to the futon and weaved another set of seals before she laid a hand on Temari's stomach. "I have him on cleaning duty. When you passed out earlier, he was about to lose it so I gave him something to do. He and some of the Suna ninja are cleaning out one of the rooms so I can make it into a birthing room. I'm very particular on sanitation, and I know Shikamaru is the only one who can follow my written instructions to the dot, if not several times more. I'm sure he'll be back soon."
"He better be," she breathed. "And he better hurry it up, as I am not about to give birth on the same floor where I first passed out from ninja duty."
The iryu-nin looked at her friend in empathy, knowing first-hand the feeling. Ino made a bunshin to check on the status of the birthing room. "Sorry to say, but you aren't giving birth anytime soon, so we aren't pressed for time."
"Huh?"
"Seems like it's going the same way as last time, Kinpatsu," Ino said with an apologetic smile. "It's been four hours but you've hardly reached a centimetre dilation."
"Fuck. Me," the Suna Princess carped. "Why aren't we getting me to Suna then?! We seem to have quite the time on our hands.
The Yamanaka let out a breath. "While there's a gale going off and on in 45-minutes intervals? No way am I letting you set a hair strand out of the door, Kinpatsu. If we did that, and your labour progresses quickly, we'll be delivering Nara baby two in the middle of the freaking sandstorm."
Temari took a staggering breath at the thought. "Why does it have to be long?"
"We don't know that for sure yet. It might progress quickly later. Maybe if you hit past a certain dilation point, things will pick up. So just hang in there, and take those 45-minute naps before they shorten."
The next time her teal eyes opened, she felt a familiar warmth against her back and a large hand resting on top of her belly. Happy as she was to have her husband against her once more, Temari felt a little more exhausted after her nap. "An'ta?"
The Nara jounin hummed in response, sleep making his voice a little gruff. Shikamaru sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes awake. "Need anything, Hime? Food? Water?"
"I don't feel particularly hungry," she mumbled, turning so that she was lying on her back. "Where's Ino? What time is it?"
"It's 8 in the evening," he said after checking the time on the wall clock. "Ino is sealing Miura's medical chakra for emergency use."
The Wind mistress pulled herself to a sitting position on the bed, and offered her husband a grateful smile when he dutifully helped her. Temari leaned against Shikamaru, the affinity towards his warmth more potent as it does heaps in comforting her. "Wait, it's 8pm? How long have I been sleeping?"
Shikamaru shrugged. "Around five hours, I guess. Ino told me to just let you sleep, though. She says it's a good thing to stock up on energy for later."
A pout pulled on Temari's lips. "Yeah, because your lazy Nara genes are kicking in at the worst possible time again."
The jounin couldn't help but smirk and chuckle. "My apologies, your highness. But you'll be pleased to know that you are now two centimetres dilated."
She scoffed generously and rolled her eyes, her husband's sentiment seeming ridiculous to her. "That's just the ¾ the length of your first knuckle, Shika. That's not enough to allow this baby to slip out. And who rejoices about two centimetres of dilation after nine goddamn hours?"
"So, we don't?"
"I…am not so sure about that," she lamented. "How come I was able to sleep for five hours, though? Did Ino mind jutsu me or something?"
Temari felt Shikamaru shake his head. "Iie. She merely said that your contractions have subsided so your pain tolerance could handle them enough for you not to wake up."
"Oh," she breathed, before backtracking on what her husband had reported. Temari turned her head to face him. "Wait—subsided?! My contractions have subsided?!"
The Nara clan head blinked twice. "That's a bad thing? Thought that's a good thing so you won't feel pain?"
"No, you idiot genius!" she cried. "That means there's no progress happening!"
Shikamaru's jaw dropped in understanding. "Oh. Maybe, ah…Maybe eat a pepper? I hear that speeds up things."
"And if it doesn't?" Temari challenged. "That would mean I would have digested spicy food for no reason at all, except maybe give our baby a heartburn the minute she comes out of me!"
The howl of the wind became louder, sending a little creep down his spine. "All right, sorry, my bad. Hang on…she?"
"If this were male, this baby wouldn't be so stubborn," she mumbled. "No, this is a girl after my own heart."
Shikamaru snorted, glad that she was able to handle this labour better than the last time. "Maybe we can take a walk?"
"My legs feel like jelly," Temari retorted gently with a shake of her head. "Hey, have sex with me."
Chocolate-coloured orbs rounded and gaped. "What? Where did that come from all of a sudden?"
"They say having sex will ease labour pains, and possibly speed things up," the kunoichi explained. "Something about hormonal rush or whatnot."
"Well, I-I…well, ah…" Shikamaru stuttered, and even he was surprised that he did. His head turned away to conceal the pink tinge on his cheeks.
She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Are you seriously feeling conservative right now? Need I remind you that you have already put two children inside me?"
"N-No! It's just that…well, I don't think it'll be pretty comfortable for either of us," he murmured gently, hoping to any divine entity out there that he wouldn't sound offensive as it was the last thing he wanted to be. "Besides, we tried having sex before we left Konoha, and you didn't want to be touched."
"I changed my mind," Temari insisted feebly.
It was Shikamaru's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, sure, like I'll believe that."
The pregnant kunoichi grumbled and then sluggishly turned on the bed, going on her knees. Her mind was on a mission at the moment, and even if she looked (and felt) like a beached whale, she was going to try being sexy for her handsome husband. Temari wound her arms around his neck and placed her cheek against his chest. "Come on, Shika…just have me."
Her cutesy little statement wouldn't have had any effect on him given the situation, but her voice was just so damn alluring that his skin immediately felt hot at the end of her statement. Closing his eyes, he tried to push away the desire and focus on the seriousness of their current predicament. But then, Temari was suddenly mewling, trying her best to grind herself against him. It should have been a laughable moment, but friction was still being created.
"Anata…" the kunoichi purred, placing a gentle and teasing little kiss on the base of his jaw. "Don't you want me-itai"
Just like that, his eyes popped open as her mewls turned into huffs. His desire quickly dissolved and the nervous hammer on his chest was back. Shikamaru's face turned from bashful to serious in the blink of an eye, concern setting on his features quickly. Quickly, he grabbed her hands and let her squeeze as the contraction rocked her frame.
The howl of the wind sharpened, the haunting drawl escalating to a piercing shrill, as its mistress likewise cried. The tower shook in response for a quick second, and Shikamaru gravely worried that it was going to collapse on them if it continued. His worry turned into a state of hopelessness at seeing his wife in such difficulty, knowing he won't be able to do anything.
Finally, the desert calmed down as her contraction passed. The Nara clan head caught his wife as she collapsed against his chest, teal eyes brimming with tears.
"I hate this," she sniffed and quickly dried her watering eyes with the back of her hand. "Why isn't this easier?"
His frown deepened, and he could only wrap his arms around her, applying some calming pressure on her fatigued muscles. "When Ino gets back, we'll ask her about options, all right? Aside from the fact that this wasn't how it was supposed to be going, I'm really afraid of the tower's sturdiness."
"Oh, yeah. My bad."
"No. No apologies from you," he murmured, running his hand through her sweat-soaked hair. "Just focus on yourself and the baby right now. Let us worry about the rest."
Temari took a few breaths to fill her lungs, and hopefully, calm her state of mind. The desert followed suit almost immediately, the sun's rays merciless on the barren land once more. The shadow shinobi almost was jubilant at such sight outside the window.
"Maybe you should eat and have some water, Hime," he said, reaching for the sealing scroll that contained their food. "Just some crackers so your energy won't crash, and water for hydration."
"Please, thank you," she cooed, rolling from her knees and setting her back against the headboard. Temari let her husband fuss over her, adoring to be the centre of his attention at the moment.
After they finished eating, Ino came bustling through the door for her timely check-up. The iryu-nin slipped a pair of gloves on and checked her progress. "Four centimetres."
"Can we really not do anything to speed this whole process up, Ino?" she asked, the exhaustion already very evident in her voice. "My chakra might just topple the tower over before I even give birth."
"Way ahead of you, Kinpatsu," the Yamanaka winked. "You see, I had a bit of a field day with the medic-nin that Gaara sent us."
Temari blinked at her friend. "Shika said you were sealing her chakra?"
"Yes, I was. I just need your permission to start the process."
The Hokage advisor eyed his former teammate critically. "Is this safe, Ino? Is this process approved by Tsunade-sama already? I need to know success rates and all the possible risks involved."
The mind reader smirked and nodded. "Well, Shikamaru, not only is it Tsunade-shishou approved, but Shishou is the one who created the process especially geared towards kunoichi who would be undergoing childbirth. She and I collaborated, since it has something to do with hormone-release and we, Yamanaka, are the only ones who can manipulate the mind in Konoha.
"Anyways, she created this because there really are repercussions when kunoichi give birth, especially if their chakra and jutsu revolve around the five elements, Kinpatsu included."
Intrigued, Temari blinked and sipped on her water. "Tell me more."
"Wait, that doesn't sound like anything medically performed that I've ever heard of yet," Shikamaru pointed out.
Temari's hand went from resting on her belly to fisting the neck of Shikamaru's jounin shirt. The Suna Princess turned her head towards her husband and shot him a deadly glare. "My uterus, my decisions, Nara."
Swallowing, the shadow user could only nod his head.
"The semantics is that, a medic-nin will be on standby for the delivery whilst a Yamanaka would be conducting a little brain walk. I would have had Miura help but it isn't exactly a broadcasted procedure yet, so I merely sealed her chakra for me to use. It's going to be a modified version of the original procedure, but it's not an issue," Ino nodded.
The teal-eyed kunoichi closed her eyes and contemplated her options, taking her time in weighing the pros and cons of each. Eventually, her desperation to have her baby out of her won the little back and forth. "I swear, if you wreck my vagina, my uterus, or my brain, Kinpatsu, I will strangle you."
"Have a little faith, Kinpatsu. I'm doing you a really great deal here," Ino smirked.
"Fine. Do it," Temari nodded.
Ino clapped her hands together and beamed brightly, not even exerting the slightest bit of effort to conceal her excitement. "All right! Shikamaru, transfer her to the bench."
"I'm doing it sitting down? Again?"
Ino shrugged. "Well, it worked last time, didn't it? What do you prefer then?"
"Just here is fine," she bit out quickly before her words garbled into another set distressed groans.
The Midway Tower in the Eastern part of the Demon Desert struggled to stay still as it was caught in the middle of a crossfire between several harsh gales that stirred up in the stark land. The sun was almost non-existent along the horizon, as the sky was obscured by differing shades of tan and brown.
In one of the rooms inside its modest quarters, the tension could very well mirror the pressure of the unforgiving sandstorm.
Clutching her thighs back, Temari let out a throaty scream as she bore down. Her muscles felt rigid and loose at the same time, her exhaustion manifesting in the liquids that pooled in the corners of her eyes. "Itai! Mada ga?!"
Her friend-turned-obstetrician shook her platinum-blonde head. "No, not yet. There's another contraction coming in 15 seconds. Let's give us a big push then."
Temari let go of her thighs, her hands seeking her husband's larger ones. She wanted the littlest comfort she could have, even if squeezing a child out of one's body practically entailed none. Her head rolled back against his chest before it bent forward once more when the kunoichi felt the familiar blaze of a contraction crawling on her back and midsection. "Fuck!"
The sound of several cracked knuckles sounded throughout the room before they were cloaked by her pained bellows. For a moment, Temari felt sorry about Shikamaru's hands, but she was sure his pain was the bare minimum of what she was feeling at the moment. Heck, she couldn't even pinpoint which hurt most. Her whole body, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair, seemed like one glaring splash of pain.
"That's it!" Ino cried in glee. "Give me more of those, Kinpatsu. The head's almost showing."
As soon as another, more potent and searing pain crawled from her orifice towards the rest of her body, Temari gasped as the tower trembled quickly yet violently. Her focus was quickly pulled from the state of the clashing sandstorms outside to the roasting feeling she had on her apex. Her head lulled and rolled on her husband's shoulder and the tears freely flowed as she gave another string of screeches whilst pushing.
Ino's pale blue eyes shone as the head of the baby slipped out, revealing a healthily pink little face. "Nearly there, Temari. Just two more big and long pushes."
The Wind kunoichi's eyes filled with fresh tears, half in pain and half in the warmth that came with hearing her second baby try to gurgle. Her chest filled with fresh determination and she bore down another time, pushing her body to leaps and bounds untraversed before. She felt several muscles pulled, but it wasn't an important idea to dwell on since she felt herself finally empty.
It wasn't long before the tiny baby shrieked and cried, her stomach heaving and arms both daring to try out the extent of the new, capacious environment.
Shikamaru let his own tears fall as he drew a half-tiger seal and produced a bunshin. Said bunshin walked over to Ino's side of the bed and carefully procured the Nara kunai specifically crafted for the purposes of severing the umbilical cord. The medic-nin was quick to clamp the baby's cord, before handing the baby to the awaiting mother. Ino healed Shikamaru's hands in a quick, but careful fashion.
Temari's arms instinctively wound her arms around her newborn, letting the baby gain some more warmth from her naked skin. The kunoichi's tears flowed freely now, as she observed the tiny baby calm down from her first shrieks and cries. Her eyes closed solemnly and she nuzzled her face gently into the infant. When she got a hold of her emotions slightly, she passed her daughter to her husband with a weepy smile on her face.
"I'm ready for you to pull it out of me, Ino," she whispered shakily, bracing herself. The birth detritus was quickly rid of, and for the first time in close to ten months, her stomach finally felt empty. Temari gave out a long, staggering breath as relief washed over her. "Oh, Kami-sama. It's finally over."
"Omedetou, Kinpatsu," Ino greeted softly, giving her friend a small smile before going back to cleaning her friend up, healing her muscles and tears. "Seems like that one's going to be one of us."
The Suna Princess let out a small, tired snort. "Yeah, that's true. Her hair's more like my mother's, though. Darker."
"Beautiful, nonetheless," Shikamaru grinned, cutting in. He gave the baby back to Temari for her first latch.
"I'll give you both a bit of privacy. I'm going to have a shower myself," Ino hummed. "I'll be back in an hour to check on both mother and baby."
Temari reached over to clutch Ino's hand, pulling her into a cramped embrace. "Thank you very much for everything, Ino."
The smirk returned on the Yamanaka's face. "I can be paid in a nice babysitting task so Sai and I can make our second baby."
"I'll take note of that," Temari grinned.
As soon as they were left alone, Shikamaru turned Temari's head and captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss. "You just go and give me more reasons to love you, don't you?"
Her eyes watered once more and Temari chuckled gently, laying her forehead against his. "I just hope you know how much I love you myself, Nakimushi-kun."
"For today, I'll gladly permit the use of that nickname."
Their newborn gurgled, as if complaining that her parents' attention wasn't on her, which made the couple snigger softly.
"I'm only sad that Dai-chan's not here with us," Temari lamented softly, tenderly tracing the smooth cheek of the little infant with the back of her finger.
The Nara clan head nodded in agreement. "We don't have a name yet."
"What did we last agree on?"
"I honestly can't remember. Maybe we should name her Sunaarashi or Ma no Sabaku or Kazekiri. Maybe Kiryu Ranbu? Would you like that, akachan? Mama sort of did some of those and then some unconsciously while giving birth to you," Shikamaru cooed to his daughter.
Temari shot her husband another glare. "I'm not naming our daughter after sandstorms, or the Demon Desert, or any one of my jutsu!"
The unnamed infant unlatched from her mother's breast and protested in a throaty squawk, and Temari was quick to react, soothing the newborn. "Sorry, sorry. Papa's just being so troublesome."
"You said she looked like your mother."
Temari's eyes glanced toward Shikamaru curiously before the kunoichi nodded. "That's right."
"Well, what would you associate with your Kaa-san? Maybe a fond memory or something," Shikamaru hummed, nuzzling into his wife's temple.
The Suna Princess turned melancholic, but smiled as she recalled the very few years that she got to enjoy with her mother. "Well, whenever she would go on trips with Tou-sama, she would bring home lilies and put them in my hair when she would tie them up."
"Lilies, huh?"
"Thinking of the characters we can use?" Temari mused with a soft smile as the newborn busied herself with suckling milk from her mammaries.
"Sayuri is the only thing I can think of at the top of my head."
She looked towards her daughter and observed as she so delicately bats her eyes, as she filled her stomach with sustenance. Then Temari remembers how she demands attention from both her parents at the age of minutes old. The baby in her arms seemed like a desert lily: delicate yet filled with attitude, beautiful but fierce. She was the life in the middle of the great Demon Desert…quite literally. "I think it suits her."
"Or we can still name her Kirikiri Mai," he smirked playfully.
"I'll murder you in your sleep if you so insist on it, Anata," she crooned, quite dangerously.
A/N: AHHHHH! Helloooooo! I finally had a serious plot bunny attack the other day for this story compilation. I know some of you have asked for the third part of the Shikadai awakening the Jiton plot, but that's going to have to wait because I don't know how I'm going to write the next bit. It's like I have a bit of plot going on, but it's not substantial to create the piece I would want you guys to read. So have this tiny little thing for now aka Sayuri's birth! I upped the rating to M, since it has a bit of sensitive talk.
jinrikisha-rickshaw
norimono-palanquin
kinpatsu-blondie
Iryu-nin-medic ninja
Shishou-master
Mada ga?-not yet?
Omedetou-congratulations
nakimushi-kun - crybaby
Sunaarashi-sandstorm
Ma no Sabaku-Demon Desert
Kazekiri-Wind Cutter
Kiryu Ranbu-Air Current Wild Dance
Kirikiri Mai-Quick Beheading Dance
akachan-baby
