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Chapter 11.
The Daizanna.
Temari hadn't gone back to her lesson where she was supposed to be teaching Asuma's class, instead she wandered the corridors absently, and when she got bored, she disappeared through its panelled ceiling, making sure no one had seen her, and walked through the school's hidden attic which was basically the space in the ceiling.
She tried to think rationally, but when she couldn't even begin to start a proper argument with herself, she found she just had to go with it. Kakashi was right all along, and there was nothing more she could do. She had no power in it.
Temari pricked her ears up as she heard footsteps below her. Listening closely by putting her ear to the dusty floor of the ceiling, she recognized them and grinned, shooting off along the floor space and rounding the end of the corner, quickly lifting up the panel and walking on the ceiling by using chakra manipulation, brushing herself down as she did so, minding her hands and any other body parts on the perfect white pipes that were probably used for something important.
Like air conditioning.
Probably.
She smirked as she heard a familiar soft humming and the snap of a book being shut, a zip opening and then closing, the humming nearly drowned out by them slightly as the source rounded the corner below her on the floor.
"Why can't I find a nice man like you, Kakashi?" She grinned at him from where she hung above him from where she was swinging from a pipe which ran the length of the corridor's ceiling. "Dirty porn and all."
"Tasteful adult literature," he corrected, frowning up at her in disapproval, "and there is a certain one I can think of. Now get down from there." He said, reaching up slightly and swatting her arm hard so as to make her lose her balance and tumble down to the floor.
"Ouch." She said irritably from where she was crumpled on the floor.
"Either go and teach your lesson…or go find something useful to do. Before I teach you a lesson." He threatened, narrowing his one visible eye at her in warning as she stood up.
Temari huffed at him, her palms up in a gesture of surrender as she sulked off to her next class, which by some good fortune, was her form class.
"-And she was talking about making your lamb wear a bikini so that your neighbours think you have a Lamborghini." Temari heard as she walked into her form class. She blinked a couple of times.
"Did I just hear that?" She questioned them. They laughed at her and she smiled back at them all, the delightful peal of laughter a nice sound to her ears. "I'm worried." She added, causing more hilarity as she put on a 'worried' face. Then she spotted Shikari sitting among them, next to Akiri, Nayuri and Izumi. She would have told Shikari that she didn't belong here and that she should have gone home right there and then…but she seemed to be at home here…
Temari smiled to herself as she realised that this was probably what all of the Sensei's would have seen when they had looked upon the Perilous Four back in the good old days.
"Temari-Sensei, you've come in later than usual…where've you been?" Coraru asked in concern, her big brown eyes staring at Temari innocently.
Temari smiled half-heartedly. "I was…around. Anyway, today I want to get you guys started on " She answered evasively. Shikari snorted as Akiri whispered to her, and Temari turned to look at her, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, her thoughts turning to her Sensei's once more as she finally started to understand the hell they had gone through.
She also finally understood Kakashi's quick reactions against her. He'd become used to it and had learned quickly.
Now it was her turn.
"Did you say something Akiri?" Temari asked, targeting Akiri first, as she was unsure of Shikari slightly, wondering how much Shikari had gained from her father's side…and much more worryingly…her side.
"She was just telling me about one of your famous escapades Kaa-chan." Shikari butted in, saving her new friend from questioning. "You seem to be really famous here, and from what Otou-san has told me, you're really daring…Apparently you even had to let Kakashi-Sensei teach you to dance for your prom…" Shikari said slyly, raising an eyebrow at her mother.
'Shit,' Temari cursed inwardly, 'this is even worse. She has his mentally quick half of his brain, and my cunning side of my brain…Mendou-AAGH! NO! Fuck. I meant fuck.'
"Oh really…" Temari drawled dryly, starting to turn to the white-board. "Well…That's true. He did. Now let's get on with some English. I want to start-"
"Why not bust some of your moves for us to prove it? Izumi told me that you were supposed to be pretty good at the waltz…Why not show us?" Shikari asked her innocently. Temari stopped dead in her tracks.
She knew a challenge when she heard one.
Temari turned her head to the left slightly, looking at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. She blinked once and slowly, staring at her. "I can't dance when I'm at school." She said flatly, in a tone that should have brooked no argument.
Note the word; 'should'.
"Sure you can!" Shikari protested.
"Pleeeaaaase Temari!" Nayuri begged, making her eyes go big and wide, as she knew from her own mother's excellent Waltz skills that the Perilous Four had each had their own amazing dance preference. So if the Waltz was Akatobi's, Hinata, her mother's….The Flamenco was notoriously claimed as Naitokesutoreru's, Sakura's…and Streetdance and Jazz was the obvious one for Itazura-Farukon, Tenten's…then what was Temari's? Nayuri wondered about it to herself as the rest of the class called out encouragement in the background.
Temari sighed in defeat. "Ok. But quickly." She said, allowing herself a small smile as she saw their faces light up with delight.
She hummed the beat of one of Tchaikovsky's more famous Waltz melody's that they would know, loudly enough so that they could all hear as she quickly went through a couple of the steps for them.
"I guess it's easy for me, since as you said, I learnt from Kakashi-Sensei. But the Waltz is quite a nice one to learn." Temari said with a smile at them all.
"You are pretty good Temari…" Ryu commented in his low, mysterious-like Aburame inherited voice.
"Aw, thanks Ryu!" Temari said, smiling gratefully to him at the comment.
Temari stopped abruptly as she heard another voice come from the open doorway, which Temari was mentally kicking herself for not noticing.
"Whilst Temari-Sensei is good at the Waltz…She is more well known for the Daizanna." Kakashi said with a hidden smirk as he slowly walked over to the CD player in the left hand corner of the room as he talked, selecting a CD and placing it in the player and pressing 'play' before coming to stand in front of her.
Temari glared at him warningly, but he took no heed as he bowed to her, making her have no choice but to curtsey as she heard the first lilting notes of the beginning of the Daizanna.
The dance began.
Like birds in the wind the two of them were carried by the pulsing sweeping melody of the opening of the song. Round and back, falling into each other's arms, and allowing themselves to be tossed away again, like leaves in the strong autumn wind they danced.
Shikari watched and knew at once that Temari was truly her mother. Her father had always told her that her mother had been an amazing dancer, and if anyone could follow in her footsteps to master the Daizanna, it was her daughter.
Guy, Asuma and Yamato had all appeared in the doorway, and Guy was following every move with miniature echoing moves of his own well-built body, and without realizing it his mouth was uttering small low cooing sounds of ecstasy.
Asuma was so absorbed that he forgot that his cigarette was unlit as it hung from the corner of his mouth, and he tipped his head this way and that as the dance flashed before them all.
Yamato stood transfixed, watching in complete stillness. His body straining, mouth open and frozen in anticipation of the dancers moves, and of each unfolding beat.
And as for the dancers themselves, they were possessed. Kakashi no longer thought of the secrets of the steps that he had taught to Temari long ago, or of guiding and leading said partner. Neither of them led, they flew together in the only way possible, the way the music commanded and they let their bodies decide. Away, away and round, reaching but not yet touching, and away and back spinning into each others arms.
Oh so lightly, barely brushing as they met, before passing and leaping, down on one foot and then the spin, the turn, the clasp.
Temari danced as if after this dance her life would end, as if nothing, and no one existed but this man, this music, the seemingly small spinning stage at the front of classroom. He was her enemy as such, and the man she often tried to destroy with pranks, but he was also her dance partner, her teacher, herself. For as the dance lasted, they were two bodies become one.
She felt his strong arms around her as she fell back, confident that he would not let her fall, and felt his beating heart as she rose again and felt her breast pressed against his chest. She spread her arms wide and he lifted her, and she was dropped again to the ground, feeling almost weightless.
And together within the same heartbeat, they exploded into free flight. One mind, one song, two bodies in motion. Pushing through into total abandon. Nodding together in a dance that was one, folding embrace.
In this state of grace, Temari knew there were no rules, no limits. Her body could do anything because everything it did was beautiful in its own right. So smiling, glowing and lovely, she headed towards the climax with him.
Without conscious thought, they both slipped into the rise, parting, hands rose, meeting to the merest fingertip touch, parting again in an accelerating rhythm. With each re-touch they came closer together, but by no more than an inch, and their touching hands rose higher. With each parting they spun farther away from each other, so that as they built up to the climax they were hurtling away and throwing themselves back into an almost embrace, closer and closer, arms higher, higher. Arms high above them, face to face, chest to chest, and barely touching with the class behind them hardly daring to breathe, as they waited for the final move.
Temari twisted around as they came back together and fell into the last embrace, feeling like she weighed nothing as Kakashi's strong and muscled arms wrapped around her and held her steady mere inches from the floor.
The doorway and the class were silent for a few seconds, taking it all in as they watched Kakashi helped Temari upright, both of them panting slightly from the quick movements of the exhilarating dance.
"And that…" Kakashi said, swallowing to help clear his throat, "was that Daizanna." He finalised, watching Temari's grin that spread across her face as Ichiro wolf whistled and applauded along with rest of his class mates who were upon their feet in admiration, and Guy was crying 'tears of youth' as Yamato and Asuma also applauded from the doorway.
Temari smoothed down her slightly crumpled dress and inconspicuously let herself sag down into her chair behind the desk. "By the way Temari, I can offer you a job now." Kakashi said, turning to her as the class started to talk excitedly among themselves. Temari raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Oh?" She asked inquisitively.
"Iruka decided to take the job at his new school. This makes me head teacher and Maths Sensei. Which leaves me the opportunity to ask if you would be interested in keeping this job as an English Sensei. So what do you say, are you up for it?" He informed her, wondering privately if he should tell her the other thing now…or after she had made the decision.
Temari was quiet for a second, taking the time to mull things over as she surveyed her form class. She wanted to get to know them all…and the fact that she could teach her friends kids was highly amusing…
"Yeah sure. Why not. Who else is gonna teach them how not to do it?" She said finally, grinning mischievously. Kakashi rolled his eyes and made to make his way out into the corridor. Then he stopped, as if remembering something important, spinning on his heel as he turned to address her once more.
"Oh! I nearly forgot. Parents Evening is being held on Wednesday." Kakashi said, doing his innocent one eyed smile as he closed the door and disappeared at lightening speed into his office at the other end of the school.
"…What." Temari deadpanned.
And that is the end of chapter 11!
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