Hope ya'll liked the previous chapter. Sorta realized that I didn't add the disclaimer which is the usual. I don't own Naruto except for the characters you don't recognize. So that'll be Oretzi and her pack of wolves.
Chapter 11
Oretzi crouches in front of Hoshi, the middle blades of her weapons fully unsheathed, her tail swishing back and forth. The two genins stare each other down, subconsciously mirroring one another. Off to the side their sensei and Tamashii stood watching, prepared to act as the referees for the spar.
After encountering the red head for the third time in two days Oretzi finally snapped and demanded from Anko that she spars with someone or else she will hunt the boy down and end this. Needless to say Oretzi was close to her breaking point with the boy's unrestrained youki grating on her nerves. The close proximity was keeping her instincts close to the surface longer than it should've been with the moon now beginning its gradual descent into the black nothingness. Not that she knows anything about the moon's role in her demonic instincts.
Oretzi growls before vanishing, moving at such a high speed that the inexperienced would be hard pressed to track her. Hoshi, used to her friend's opening move, ducks to avoid the attack that would have decapitated any other person. As she swings her arm in retaliation she knows that it is too late, the fuuton chakra molded into a sword along the length of her forearm. She dodges to the right to avoid the onslaught of another attack that would've cut off her arm.
Scowling in frustration Hoshi undo the weight seals just a margin to match her younger teammate, her body straining against the speed, the wind blades along her arms clashing with the blades of Oretzi's tekagi-shuko. The chakra thinly coating Oretzi's blades disrupts her fuuton chakra. Cursing the girl for discovering her weakness she wipes some blood against the seal on her wrists, summoning the twin blades. With the blades in hand she drops into a familiar stance, her eyes warily taking her surroundings.
"Evening the field, Hoshi-chan?" she hears her comrade growl loudly from somewhere around her.
"With you, Oretzi-chan, there is no such thing as even," the Akino heiress mutters as she centers herself. The hanyou appears in front of her again, all six blades unsheathed with a feral grin directed at her alone. "Remind me to never piss you off," Hoshi comments as she prepares to fight the girl head on.
Oretzi just snorts before the two meet again with a clash of sparks. Their bodies moving from strike to strike without any necessary thought or planning behind their actions. The times Hoshi got through to cut Oretzi are number less than ten, the injuries quickly sealing without prompt and the few times the hanyou deliberately drops her guard to slip closer to the older genin are higher than anyone in their right mind would care for. Always, at the last second, Hoshi would reverse her grip so that the injury the hanyou receives would not be too severe for her in those reckless moments.
Their fight seems to go on forever before Oretzi back flips away. Already Hoshi can see the various damage to the girl's clothing and she can see the hanyou's impatience as she almost literally tears the loose black shirt off, leaving her in a fishnet shirt that ends not too far from above her navel. Affording the older genin her first look of the black markings that climbs out of the girl's pants, twisting into a full moon before disappearing under the chest wraps. But wasn't the hanyou too young for tattoos aside from the clan marks on her cheeks?
Off to the side Anko sighs in dismay. She's going to have to tell Tsume to buy Oretzi some more clothes… again. The girl keeps going through them rather quickly - as if it's her way of saying that she doesn't want to be wearing them in the first place. Not that she has a bad body to - she blinks as she realizes where her thoughts are going, her eyes having been roaming over her student's body. She shakes away the thoughts with a firm 'she's too young' and goes back to monitoring the sparring match.
Oretzi had begun using ninjutsu with her tekagi-shuko weapons, firing several elemental jutsu in a row before vanishing at a high speed to try and take advantage of Hoshi's distraction when the older girl dodges or counters the jutsu with her wind. Earth is a somewhat defensible element against wind but at the same time it is not naturally stronger than it. The same can be applied to water.
No, the girl's best chance against fuuton related jutsu is katon and already Anko can envision the possible destruction the two genin can wreck together using their elements in conjuncture with one another. With any fuuton jutsu fueling the katon the path of destruction and pain would be deadlier than usual.
If only Anko had been able to convince Oretzi to learn something, anything really, of the fire release. Even now the woman has no idea what it is about the fire element that bothers her youngest student but after seeing this spar she knows that she needs to get the girl to open up about it since she is letting a triple affinity go to waste.
A triple affinity has nothing to do with having an affinity for three elements but rather the person's ability to manipulate that particular element. A triple means that they're capable of absorbing every jutsu related to the affinity and then modifying it to suit their needs - inventing new ones in the time it takes to perform one in battle!
Anko watch her students continue their spar, watch Oretzi jump and twist in midair to land behind Hoshi who reacted a second to slow. Her arms already moving to slice the older genin's back into ribbons.
"Enough," she says in an even tone, using her inside voice - normally too soft for such a loud spar.
Yet it was enough. Across the training field Oretzi freezes, the tips of her blades just inches from cutting into Hoshi, before she drops her arms - straightening herself to look expectantly at the woman. Hoshi, unable to hear as well as Oretzi, sensed the change in her teammate and turned towards their sensei.
"Hoshi, go and patch yourself up. Oretzi, do you want to explain to me why you took so many risks?"
Tamashii, sensing that his presence isn't wanted, leaves with Hoshi to tend to her injuries - since his immense chakra control due to the clan's taijutsu style lends itself over to medical jutsu. In any case he knows that she'll need it from what he can tell. She had at least eight successful hits on her, light scores on locations that would be fatal if Oretzi had really been trying. Speed and strength, fast and lethal - that is Oretzi's style. The fact that she managed to land eight potentially fatal hits was a testament to Anko's anatomy lessons to improve Oretzi's knowledge, even if she still has the instinct to lunge for the throat.
Once they are alone Oretzi sighs and leans against the base of a tree, emotionally and mentally exhausted from trying to fight her instincts. It seems like with every hour they linger in Suna the more compelled she is to fight Gaara, to have an all-out fight with no reservation - no rules, no limits, with death a high possibility. She didn't know where this desire come from but she recognizes it for what it is. She was a challenger to Gaara's throne of sand.
She remembered growing up with the Lunar Wolves, remembered a young loner wolf who challenged the alpha for the pack. She remembers standing next to the Prima, the savage growls, the postures, the snarls as the Alpha and the Loner fought. She remembers the blood splashing across her face as the Alpha kills his challenger. She remembers the first death she ever witnessed and how it lingers beneath, forever reminding her that instincts will always be a part of her life.
"Well, Gaki?" Anko crosses her arms as she stood in front of the hanyou, waiting for her answer. Throughout the entire spar Oretzi had been taking many risks, too many for her tastes - even with her youki healing.
"It's Gaara," she finally confesses, growling slightly when she feels the grainy youki caressing her skin like a lover. Her white youki bristling at the contact. To Anko a light film of youki coats Oretzi's body, acting like what fur would be to a wolf. "It feels like he's around me all the time. It's driving me nuts and I want to fight him."
Anko frowns as she kneels in front of the girl, her hand reaching out for the girl despite the youki dancing along her skin. Just before contact the white youki disappears, taking with it the threat of being burned by it. She brushes the girl's hair from her face, prompting the wolf hanyou to look at her tiredly.
"It's getting that bad, ne?" she asks unnecessarily. She drops her hand to her knee as she considers her options. "You think the Kazekage would be up to a friendly spar between you and his son?"
"I don't see why he would be for it," Oretzi confesses with a sigh. "It feels like I'm probably hours, maybe even minutes, from snapping. Like I will go after him just to put an end to this stupid mess."
"Don't worry, gaki, we'll…" she stops when she notices she doesn't have the girl's attention anymore.
She follows her gaze to the somewhat tall sandy blonde girl with her hair up in four ponytails, a fan strapped to her back, and… Anko takes a minute to study the girl's outfit which consists of a single light purple-colored, off-the-shoulders garment that extends halfway down her thighs, with a scarlet sash around her waist. Her shoulders, bared by the garment, is covered by fishnet and she has her hiati-ate around her neck.
"Know her?" she questions the hanyou when she notices that the young girl, possibly a genin, is approaching them with what seems like a smirk.
"I think her name is Temari," Oretzi tells her sensei as she eases herself up to meet the blonde on equal footing.
"Inuzuka Oretzi from Konoha?" the blonde questions, her green eyes intent on the hanyou. The girl frowns at the mispronunciation of her name.
"It is 'Or-eh-tee'," she automatically corrects before clearing her throat. "Is there something I can help you with?" the girl questions, wary.
The girl nods her head - in response to the question or what she doesn't know. "My name is Sabaku no Temari. You met my brothers, Sabaku no Kankuro and Gaara the other day," she introduces herself.
"I remember," she attempts to say kindly but realizes it probably came across rudely. "You stopped your brother, the one with the face paints."
"That'll be Kankuro," Temari says as she removes a scroll from her sash, offering it to the hanyou. "Kazekage-sama requested that I deliver this message to you," she says formally, the distaste evident in her voice as Oretzi accepts the item from her. She clears her throat and shifts her weight uneasily. Oretzi looks at the scroll for a moment before focusing on the blonde again when she notices that she looks like she is struggling to say something.
"Listen, I have a fair idea of what the scroll says," she confesses, "and this is my advice to you. Don't accept it." With that, and no farewells, Temari whirls around and walks off with any further ado.
Oretzi tilts her head as she watch the blonde's departure, partially unaware of being observed by her sensei. "Well…" she finally starts, "that was interesting."
"Gaki, with you everything is interesting," Anko teases her half-heartedly, thinking about the blonde. She looks like she may have already graduated from the academy so she mentally puts her at the age of twelve. A bit old for the gaki, she rationalizes, but if that's her type she could give her some advice later on.
Oretzi makes a noise at the back of her throat as she undoes the string on the scroll, unrolling it to read the message. Quickly scanning through the carefully written kanji a low rumble of a growl starts in the girl's chest that has Anko looking at her in concern. She hadn't heard the girl make that kind of sound before except once, during her transformed state, and wonders briefly if she needs to run some kind of intervention.
"So that's what she meant," the girl growls, her voice thick, husky and very distorted despite the restraint she is exerting over her youki.
"Gaki?" The hanyou tosses her the scroll and the woman quickly reads through it before quietly groaning to herself. Just what she needed! "Hey, calm-," she starts to say before a growl warns her from finishing that sentence. She sighs and rubs her face, stuffing the scroll into her pocket roughly. "Don't give me that attitude," she snaps at the girl, catching her full attention and to her dismay she can see a red tint bleeding into the girl's chocolate browns. "Gaki, you're not ready for this."
"What else do you suggest for me?" Oretzi huffs, her arms crossed in stubbornness.
Anko stays quiet for a moment before she turns to her right, her hands flashing through a series of hand seals before she exhales a torrent of fire. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Oretzi tense up but she ignores it in favor of controlling the flames before cutting the jutsu. "What happens when sand is exposed to extreme heat?" she questions her student.
"I don't see what-," the hanyou starts to say before Anko gives her a look - both to get her to focus and to study her. If it was possible Oretzi's voice had gone deeper, her entire body practically rigid, her tail unwilling to move. Fire does something to the girl, making her unwilling to cooperate. "Fine," Oretzi snaps irritably, "Fire turns sand into gla-."
She smirks as she watches the girl, practically seeing the metaphorical light bulb go off above her head. That's what she wanted her to realize. Now, to see if her student will let go of whatever it is that bothers her about fire. Maybe she'll be able to teach her a few katon jutsu before tomorrow comes.
"Why does it has to be fire?" the girl sighs, the deep husky tone finally fading away as she loosen up, the growl disappearing as well.
"You could ask Tamashii to teach you Raiton, but that'll take you too long," Anko points out, subtly eliminating the only other option. She gets a growl for her efforts, a reluctant one at that - one that admitted defeat but expressed her displeasure at this. Once again Anko wonders about the fact that she's familiar with the girl's various growls. Shaking her head she gestures for the girl to follow her and they take a seat away from the dying fire, sensei facing student like they did all those months ago.
"Okay… Normally I'd just jump into this but I need to understand what it is about fire that has you on edge," Anko leans forward so that she's practically in the hanyou's personal space since their knees are touching. Even now she can see the girl's reluctance to share her past before Konoha. "Gaki, I just want to help you. One day there's going to be an opponent who uses katon. I don't want you to freeze up on the field and get yourself killed."
"…" Oretzi ducks her head for a long moment before sighing. "It happened when I was younger… I had just been left in Phoenix by the Alpha and the Prima. They had told me that it was time for me to join the humans as instructed by my mama…" She turns her eyes to the dying embers, almost entranced by the flames. "Everyone who saw me knew instantly what I was and… well, the best way to describe that is humans never fail to exceed the demons' expectation for pain and destruction." The pained tone behind those words were obvious and Anko feels like her heart is being slowly squeezed by someone with an iron grip as the hanyou tells her story.
Flashback
She ran from the mob of people behind her, their shouts bouncing off the brick walls - making it seem like she is surrounded - her breathing coming in as ragged gasps. Terror screaming at her to run. Her body screaming at her to stop. She wished the Prima was still here! She'd know what to do!
She rounds a corner with tears blinding her and slams into something hard and unyielding. With a yelp she bounces back, stunned into inaction just long enough to be grabbed by someone in the mob.
With a triumph shout the mob lifts her up, carrying her off like she is some kind of trophy game. Her small body struggling in their grasp, screaming to be free, sobbing when she can't break out of their grip. Various pitchforks and torches bobs around her as the people cart her to the village center. Their words a confusing babble to the hanyou, their voices rising up to a scream.
She is thrown to the ground without a care in the world and as she scrambles to pick herself up the first blow hits her, sending her sprawling back down. Numerous punches, kicks, and stones rain down upon her until she curls into a tight ball - heartbreaking sobs wracking through her body as tears mingle with blood pouring from a wound on her head.
"Start a pyre!" someone shouts, hearing the words but never understanding them until later. "Burn the demon spawn!"
She didn't understand the angry cries and the shouts. All she understood is that the blows stopped coming and the presence of some of the people around her have disappeared - walking away?
She tries to make her escape but someone spots her attempt and yells out a warning. Hands grab her tiny form and prevents her from running away, forcing her to watch as the mob create a pile of wood and coated it with a foul smelling liquid. All of this didn't make sense to the young hanyou, her dark brown hair partially hiding her terrified eyes.
Before she can plea for her freedom someone toss a torch into the pile and to her alarm the wood erupts into a raging inferno. Forcing her to renew her efforts to break free, begging, and pleading without success. Her arms forced behind her by someone, her limbs nearly wretched out of their sockets by the rough handling, and a coarse thick rope is wrapped around her wrists, binding her.
Hands pushing her towards the fire despite her attempts to escape, her feet currently unbound. The fire growing larger in her eyes as she is forced towards the wild element.
End Flashback
"Matron Kin came in time to prevent me from being burned alive," Oretzi mutters, remembering the intense heat from the fuel driven fire. "They threw me on the fire, or at least tried but she knocked into the ones who were holding me. It threw off their aim and I only got partially burned." She gestures to her silver streak, "That day I retrieved this because my youki was focusing on the more severe injuries. By the time I was out of danger I was low on youki and it didn't close enough to not leave a scar."
Anko frowns, angry that the girl was hurt at such a young age, before she leans forward to lay a gentle hand on the girl's tattooed cheek. "Hey…" Distant eyes shifts to meet hers. "We don't have to do this today."
"I'm going to need all of the advantage I can get," Oretzi mutters, her eyes finally coming into focus as she sets a goal. "Let's get started, Anko-," she cuts herself off for a moment before continuing hesitantly with a small smile, "chan."
Anko, who had been initially puzzled by the girl's hesitation, smiles back at the suffix - reaching over to ruffle her hair. "Let's get started then. I know a few katon for you to use and I came prepared for the day I would eventually get you to start practicing," she says, removing two somewhat thick scrolls from her pockets.
"Good to know that you're always prepared," Oretzi chuckles as she hops up, offering her hand to the older woman. Despite being lighter than the purple haired woman she is still able to haul her up without too much effort.
"Gaki, did you already forget your rules? 'A shinobi must prepare before it is too late to'."
Oretzi shrugs her shoulders carelessly, "I don't exactly follow the typical shinobi way."
"No shit, gaki," Anko chuckles before she proceeds to show the girl the seals for one of lower ranked jutsu. Not as deadly as some would like but efficient for those who is capable of thinking of other ways to use it. "Now listen, this is what you need to do to perform this jutsu…"
~Kazama~
Team 13 walks into the training ground designated by Kazekage. Already the kage and his three children and a jonin stood waiting for them. Oretzi, two days after receiving the message, had finally sent a reply accepting the terms. She notes grimly that Gaara looks almost excited, the sand a lot more active than it was before. She had remembered how the sand in the streets moved slower, less willing to obey, compared to the sand dancing around him in a malicious manner. Temari and Kankuro, she notes, were keeping a distance from the redhead. Looking almost indifference, capable of convincing anyone except her of their lie. She can scent their fear of their brother, setting her resolve to teaching Gaara the value of family.
It's time she woke him up from his dream.
"Welcome," the Kazekage greets them. "I thank you, Inuzuka-san, for accepting my son's invitation for a friendly spar." Anko's fingers twitch at the twist she heard at the man's words.
"No thanks necessary, Kazekage-sama," Oretzi replies. "The feeling was mutual."
The jonin clears his throat before any further pleasantries were exchanged, drawing Oretzi's attention to him. He's a tall man, at least eight to nine inches taller than Oretzi's 5'4" height. He has two distinctive red markings on the right side with the rest covered by a turban-like head gear and a sheet covering the left side of his face, his hiati-ate serving its purpose of a forehead protector. "Kazekage-sama, perhaps we let their spar begin soon?" he suggests, his sole visible eye flickering to Gaara who looks impatient.
The Kage nods his head before retreating to a much, much safer distance. Anko, noting that no one said anything about the rules of the spar, squeezes Oretzi's shoulder to get her attention. Though the girl did not turn her head from the redhead across the field her wolf ear did twitch as a sign of her attention. "Be careful, gaki, I think this might be a free for all fight with no limits," she instructs her as Hoshi and Tamashii parts with a simple pat on the back, silently communicating that they trust her to handle herself. Tsukiko, held in Hoshi's arms, told her that she'll be cheering for her.
"Fine with me," Oretzi mutters before she clears her throat when Anko's grip tightens subtly. "I'll be careful, Anko-chan." She turns her head slightly to give her sensei a smile. "I'm not going to let him beat me, not now not ever."
Partially reassured but still immensely worried Anko nods her head in acceptance of the girl's vow. She waits by her side as she strips off her outer clothes, leaving her in her specially treated fishnet, bandages, and shorts. Once she has the shirt, pants, and shoes she squeezes the girl's shoulder once more before taking her leave, silently vowing to intervene should the fight becomes too much.
Once stripped of the more cumbersome clothes Oretzi takes a second to loosen her limbs before she drops into a familiar stance. Gaara, upon seeing his opponent ready herself, seems to smile in some kind of glee as the sand whirls around him.
To the amazement of the Kage and his children Gaara wasn't lashing out recklessly to attack the hanyou. To Anko's dread, as she recalls that Oretzi always has a bit of trouble when she is going head to head with someone who is a natural strategist. If the boy is one then she'll have to intervene sooner than she thought would need to.
The two nine year olds stare at one another for a long moment before Oretzi flexes her hands, the blades sliding out with a hiss. She lets Gaara see her for one more second before she vanishes in a blur that leaves after images in her wake. She reappears behind him, her arm already in motion for a slash before a wall of sand blocks her. Surprised by the sand she back flips away and studies the sand for a moment.
"No one can get past my sand," Gaara informs her confidently, turning partially to look at the hanyou. Oretzi just smirks at him before disappearing again. Several times his walls comes up, blocking someone seemingly.
At one point the sand comes up instantly on two different sides, causing the redhead to frown just slightly and his siblings, accustomed to his various expression, were shocked when they realize that he is worried. Soon the number of the walls snapping up at the same time increased to three and eventually four before the hanyou appears again with three clones.
"Kage Bunshin no jutsu," the jonin mutters in shock. A genin knows that jutsu already?
"Can't be you controlling the sand, Gaara-kun," Oretzi calls to him mockingly. "Is it your demon?" she questions. Gaara doesn't answer her so she shakes her head as she gestures to her clones. The three clones disappears briefly to reappear in other locations with Gaara surrounded. "Let's get rid of that sand now," she comments drily.
Simultaneously the four Oretzi flash through a series of hand seals, the seals ending on Tiger before they exhale a torrent of fire. Not at Gaara but straight up into the air to the surprise of everyone including her own sensei. The four fire jutsu collides in the air forming an extremely large fire dragon that charges straight down to the redheaded boy. The fire dragon crashes down on the boy, exploding upon impact and even managing to throw Oretzi back some while dispelling the clones.
The hanyou lands on her back, startled by the jutsu's penchant for destruction. "Note to self: all future new jutsu is to be tested prior usage in battle." Satisfied by the thought she performs a kip-up. She stands here for a second, taking in her surroundings before suddenly executing a backflip to dodge a fist of sand attempting an uppercut. "Good to see that you survived, Gaara-kun," she says as she turns to face the irate boy. She's happy to note that he has less sand than before, taking it to mean that he may have used the shunshin no jutsu to escape or the kawarimi no jutsu.
She darts forward again, using the same strategy as before, vanishing in mid-motion. Walls flies up again, this time with scores left behind as Oretzi's mark. Half of the remaining sand focused on his defense while the rest struggled to catch the hanyou to slow or stop her altogether.
Oretzi appeared again, back flipping away from the sand hand attempting to grab her. She needed to breathe, her body couldn't take moving so fast for so long. Sweat glisten along her body, making her slightly uncomfortable but she couldn't stop now. The blades of the tekagi-shuko disappear into the vambraces for her to execute another katon jutsu. Turning the sand hand into glass yet the speed it was going at forces her to quickly slash at it with her weapon. Shattering the glass but getting slice as a result, causing her to growl in frustration.
Four outfits. At least four outfits destroyed since she came onto this stupid mission, two of which she doesn't even know how they were destroyed in the first place. She can already see the shopping trip her ane-chan is going to force her on, her mind already mentally calculating something about her big sister. "Aww," she suddenly whines, puzzling everyone around her including Gaara. "Hana's going to be in heat when I get back to Konoha."
Anko ran her hand down her face in disbelief at her student's inattention. "Gaki, get your head back in the game!" she shouts at her student.
Oretzi glances at the woman, temporarily taking her attention off the boy in front of her, a bad decision for her when she turns her eyes back to the redhead. Just before she feels something on her right arm. Realizing her mistake she tries to get away from the sand that has curled around her arm but at the slightest motion the sand suddenly covers and squeezes the whole of her forearm with a sickening crush.
The scream of pain and outrage was deafening and Anko made a move to intervene but stopped when Tsukiko jumps in front of her, surprising her. Then to her amazement the wolf pup seems to grow three to four times her usual size, further blocking her from saving Oretzi.
"She's in trouble, you silly mutt," she snaps, "let me by!" To her astonishment Tsukiko shakes her head before pouncing on her, the pup effectively pinning her down with a happy pant that has her other students sniggering. "Tsukiko, when I'm through with you you're going to be nothing but a simple throw rug!" The pup woofs something at her before the woman rolls her eyes, turning to watch the spar again, hoping that in her lapse of attention Oretzi hadn't gotten any more injuries.
In the seconds since Anko attempted to come to her rescue Oretzi managed to break free of the sand, her arm a bloody mess, the weapon partially destroyed. Cursing the girl frees the leather band from her skin and tosses it away where it lands somewhere with a wet splat, the healing factor already kicking in. The other tekagi-shuko is removed as well to join its brother on the ground, claws forming as her demonic visage increase with a growl radiating from her chest. The girl's body already loosely coated by her white youki, centering mostly on the damaged arm.
"I have to say, Gaara-kun," Oretzi growls, "Not many manage to hurt me this bad lately." The girl lunges for the boy, leaving after images again before they turn out to be bunshin when they attack him alongside with the original. "Let me return the favor!" Just like that they break through the boy's sand defense and sent him flying up. Before the sand can defend or catch him the hanyou appears just beneath him to send him higher, with her clones working to make him fly higher and higher with each successive hit.
Borrowing heavily on what she has seen someone do once before, Oretzi begins a barrage of attacks with her clones that reminds everyone in the area of the game hot potato before - using her now fully repaired arm - she slashes at him with her youki claws, sending him flying down.
She lands nearby, her head tilting ever so slightly as she listens to him. She can hear him mumbling something before there is a drastic increase of the youki lingering around him, causing her to cringe at the gritty feel of the demonic chakra. She snarls a warning at the jinchuuriki that goes unheeded as the sand forms a sphere around him.
"Oh no you don't!" she snarls as she lunges for him again, fire coming to life around her without a single hand seal. She breaks into the shell of the sphere and a savage howl of pain echoes around the field.
~Kazama~
Candy-chan, don't kill me for what I've done to your imouto-chan! *is hidden somewhere to avoid the weapons* Something needed to happen. Also, I couldn't resist a little Oretzi/Temari interaction. The image that came to me was just... too good to past up.
R&R please! And Ja Ne!
