((Ok.Here it is,The end...))

Temari had learned from an early age that expecting things seemed to make sure you were let down. As a child, she had expected compasion. Just a little. She had expected her mom to always be there. After that let down, she had expected her two brothers to be her companions in life.

A let down.

Temari had expected to be able to participate in the chunin exams. Well,she got to.

Sort of.

Later, she learned to expect that Gaara would always be vicious and blood thirsty.She expected the Suna-Konoha war to be the end of at least one of the villages. She expected to never she Shikamaru cry.

And most of all, she had always expected him to be there. In a way, she felt it was her fault. She had put her damn curse on him. Everything she was near seemed to die. Her father had died. The sibling's dinner died in fire every night. Her plants had died. The only thing that wouldn't die was the damn aloe plant! And she wanted that to die.

And now Shikamaru was dead. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about that. She could forget her father(she hated him anyway). She could re-try with dinner(much to everyone's dismay). She couldn't do anything about Shikamaru.

Another thing pain had taught her was readyness. You were never ready. She though she was ready to have Gaara for a little brother. Wrong. She thought she was ready to attack Konoha. Wrong.

She though she was ready to face up. To accept Shikamaru's dieing.

Wrong

Wrong.

Wrong!

It was with no regard for rules and regulations that Temari half-hazardly threw black funeral clothes into a bag and left Suna that night. It was with a numbness and heavyness that she traveled,seperate from her thoughts and feelings. She was hollow,she was strong. She was the expected Temari again. She didn't feel. She wasn't ready for his funeral. She wasn't ready for her pain.

It was her unthinkingness that made her get caught in rain. But she didn't bother to pull out of her mind. She just continued,hollow and strong. She sliped and fell,but didn't get up. Her body wouldn't listen,and it was so dark and quiet anyway.

And it was this fit of unconciousness that caused her to be a day late to his funeral. The most she could do was buy a boquet of white lillies and walk to his grave stone.

And though it was raining,she stood. And eventualy, his Temari came back. The one no one had expected. The one who felt love and pain and joy and sorrow. She fell, crying. Finaly crying. Her shoulders shaking and her breath catching. And she wispered that she loved him, she wispered her apologies. She layed her lillies on the grave and continued to stay, crying. And instead of longing for what had been there, when she finaly stoped crying, she smiled. She smiled his smile. The one she would give out only for him and his memory. She smiled, and decided that she wouldn't hurt for his death, only be thankful he had been here in the first place.

((I'm so happy with this im writing a bonus chapter.: D ))