Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. It's nice to know I'm not completely insane! ^_^ Anyway, I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this next one. Hmm...Oh well, here goes.
I don't own Naruto. If I did, poor Hinata would confess to Naruto. That boy is more dense than a brick wall.
Temari wasn't what one would call a "normal girl".
Girls like Ino and Sakura were constantly checking their faces, making sure nothing was smudged. Since he had known her, Temari had not put on anything more serious than lip balm.
Ino and Sakura obsessed over looks, collectively worried about weight and foreheads and being pretty enough for someone to notice. Temari was built differently from the girls in Konoha. Her hips were wider, breasts fuller, and arms well toned from carrying and swinging her fan around. She was not fat, just more muscular and thick than Konohan girls were used to, and they therefore did not know how to deal with her.
Once, while having dinner with Team Ten, Ino had commented on Temari's caloric intake. Temari hadn't seemed offended at all, mentioning between bites that she was who she was, and if someone didn't like that, tough. "Besides," she'd added, battling Chouji for a piece of meat and losing spectacularly, "real women have curves."
While other kunoichi had painted nails that sparkled on smooth hands, Temari's palms were calloused, and her nails, more often than not, had dirt under them.
All of his life, he had wanted to marry an average girl. Temari was nowhere near average. She far too beautiful, with her curves and her eyes that rivaled the ocean. Her fury was a force to be reckoned with; she was easily scarier than his own mother. She was intelligent and not afraid to show it. And, of course, she was beyond troublesome.
But when she smiled at him, or, Kami help him, laughed, Shikamaru knew she was well worth the trouble.
A/N: What do you think? I kind of like it. Hmm... Anyway, review review!