Day 11: Storm

Wham. Trying to expunge the anger, a gloved fist slammed into a punching bag. The room was empty besides her, understandable since the students were dismissed at the end of the day, and few stuck around longer than they had to. She was able to deal with her anger alone, without anyone else witnessing her moment of fury.

Wham. The boxing sandbag went flying backwards, a tiny bit of anger flying with it. Not enough, though, to sate the girl, who kept slamming her fists against the bag.

She couldn't stand the anger she felt. It demanded to be expressed, to be released, or else it would burn her up with it.

Wham. Wham. WHAM.

How dare he call her out in front of all of those people, and worse, in front of her brothers.

*Flashback*

A crowd ringed around Temari and Naruto, who were in the making of what looked to be a good fistfight. Eager for blood, the crowd began to egg on the pair. Only Gaara and Kankuro tried to defuse the fight, unbeknownst to the angry girl- they weren't able to make it past the bloodthirsty crowd to their sisters side.

"Temari. You need to stop it, now!" Shikamaru's voice was ice cold and brittle, and carried above the crowd. He managed to push his way to the clearing, and stood in between the two, facing Temari.

"And who are you? My mother?" She retorted defiantly. The crowd behind her let loose "oh"'s, which the black haired teen ignored.

"No, but I am your friend. And as your friend, I have the obligation to call you out when you're acting like a little brat. Now knock it off."

Temari could feel the crowd turn against her, mocking her. Bright red with anger, she swung at Shikamaru instead of her original target, but she was only able to get one solid punch before he had her restrained in his grasp, holding her arms behind him.

"Give it up, Tem," he growled. Blinded with anger, she struggled fiercely but not smartly, so she expended her energy in vain. From the tone of the crowd surrounding, she could tell that they knew she had lost. She finally stopped struggling, so he let her go. Temari shoved past the crowd and stormed off.

A school administrator arrived as the crowd was dispersing. "What happened here?" he questioned dangerously.

"Nothing." Shikamaru muttered as he went after the distraught girl.

*End Flashback*

The door to the workout room creaked open, and the very face Temari was imagining on the punching bag walked in.

"What do you want?" she shot out, keeping her voice steady despite the anger inside of her.

"What do you mean, what do I want? What is wrong with you?" She could tell that he was getting angry as well, so she petulantly decided to rile him up.

"Nothing is wrong with me. I was just conversing with Naruto dearest."

"Cut the bull. You were ready to fight him." He walked closer to her, still keeping his distance.

"So what if I was?"

"So what is that you could get into big trouble here for that. I don't know how your old school ran things, but here the punishment isn't worth getting into a fight on school grounds."

"You think I'm scared? Of this place?"

Now, Shikamaru was truly angry. "Stop being like that. It doesn't matter where you went before here. You aren't better than any of us because of where you came from. You and your brothers always act like you're somehow better than any of us. Just stop being so freaking pretentious all of the time."

Temari stopped punching the bag. She got into Shikamaru's face. "Who do you think you are to be talking about me and my family like that?"
He didn't back down; instead, he stepped closer. "There it is again, the stuck up Temari."

She edged closer, glaring up into his eyes. "And who are you to be saying this?" She shoved him. "You're so arrogant you don't even pay attention." Another shove. "Genius Shikamaru can solve anything." When she shoved him this time, he caught her arms.

"Stop that," he growled, his voice dangerously low. Temari didn't want to, but she glanced down at his lips for a second.

I'm supposed to be angry, she reminded herself. "Make me," she retorted with the same threatening tone.

She wasn't sure who moved first, but the next moment, their lips crashed together. They moved in a hungry rhythm. Her hand found their way into his hair, and she pulled him even closer.

He deepened bit down on her lip, and she opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. A different fury rose in her stomach, one that demanded to be closer, to move closer.

She raked her nails through his hair, and his intense pressure against her mouth changed, became more wild. His hands drifted down her back, sending currents of electricity up her spine. She couldn't help the noise that escaped her mouth, half whimper, half moan. His breath hitched, and he kissed her, if possible, with more pressure.

"Hey, Shikamaru," the door to the room slammed open, and the blonde Uzumaki strode in, "Where are you-Oh shit."

The pair broke apart as though shocked. Eyes wide and blazing with a storm of emotions, Temari glared at both boys, and strode out the door.

Breathing heavily, Shikamaru could only stare after her. Oh shit, indeed, he thought.

AN: I'm sorry for the quality of this chapter- I'm not that good at writing kissing scenes. Oh well, whatever. Thanks for the reviews so far, especially nightwind83. They mean a lot to me :]

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