"I warned you all once, and I will not warn you again... STOP CLOWNING AROUND!"
The exigent woman spoke sharply in the spirit of a dominatrix. She adjusted her eyeglasses as her classroom full of noisy gorillas that could technically be called adults sighed and "psshaa'd" her demands away. A few of them even laughed.
"I am not kidding anymore! How do you expect this curriculum to be taken seriously by the warmongers who sit on the council if you can't even sit through a 2-hour lecture without behaving like animals?!? It is no wonder why we are the laughing stock of Sand!!!"
The roaring and the raving of the classroom suddenly phased out at those words. Their instructors truthful observation cut them at their hearts.
"Yeah... that's right. I hope my words have made you angry..." The instructor exposed a shark's grin. "Anger is a good thing in this situation. It is anger that is going to give you the passion you need to make an impact on this world! PASSION! That is the only that thing the people of Sand will respond to! So when you all graduate from this curriculum and become the harbingers of peace I know you were all born to be... Remember that all of Sand village is laughing at you... AND BE ANGRY ABOUT IT! POSSESS ANGER, PASSION, AND BLINDING FFFFURRRYYY!!!! LET THEM BE HEARD IN YOUR VOICES WHEN YOU SPEAK OUT AGAINST THE SENSELESS WARS!!! LET THEM ALL FEEL YOUR PASSION UNTIL THE CRY FOR PEACE AMONGST THE VILLAGES IS HEARD THROUGHOUT THE WORLD!!! AHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"
The classroom was with her for a moment... but their 'passion' was cut short when their instructor suddenly hopped on top of her desk and began laughing fiendishly with a clenched and raised fist. A wad of sweat ran down Temari's neck as she could have sworn that this lady was the long-lost mother of that silly Leaf genin with the creepy eyebrows.
"Hmph. Leaf..."
Temari placed her free hand on her cheek as she fancifully continued to draw strange shapes into her paper with her tiny calligraphy brush. She was broken out of her distracting thoughts by her instructor's fiery speech for a moment... but now she would go back to being totally distracted.
"Its been about 1 month since I've visited. I know those kids must be driving the bastard up the wall by now! He knows he needs me... I should just wait until he sends me a letter saying he needs me to help with the kids... Torture him a little longer."
A smile came to her face accompanied by a low giggle that she just couldn't hold back.
"I bet he's probably wondering when I will show up again right now... Tch, he is so damn stubborn and pig-headed! He refuses to admit that he needs help from a woman... but he'll admit it when it comes to me. I'll make sure of it."
With no signs of hesitation or change in thought, Temari's shape drawing became actual word writing against the blank scroll paper. She placed one ankle over the other beneath her desk.
"... But I do wonder how the children are progressing... That Moegi tart definitely could have used some help on her bushin technique... and I know that lazy idiot isn't raising a finger to help any of them!..hmmm"
Her word writing went from being scribbles to definitive thought, putting actual effort in her Kanji symbols.
"I guess I'll head out for Leaf next week... I'll be the bigger person and just give him what he needs. The kids shouldn't have to suffer just because HE'S a sexist bonehead... If I leave on Monday, take that barren road I found and only take about... 5 separate 2-hour rests, I should be able to make it there in less then 3 days... But maybe I'll stay there for a week or so this time... stay in an inn... all this back-and-forth traveling is becoming too troubl-... bothersome... Yeah... I'll be headed out on Monday, if nothing gets in the way... besides..."
Temari's smile grew wider as she stopped writing.
"I know he misses me..."
"Is Shinkirou Temari present?"
The Sand Princess raised her head to the entrance door of the classroom in response to the hoarse cry of her full name. It was a jounin in the usual Sunagakure uniform.
"She is." Temari called back before her instructor could account for her.
"The heads of the board of education request your presence immediately." The jounin spoke.
A few 'ooohhhh's' sounded from the more immature classmates, which Temari ignored. Bunch of assholes... The instructor, still standing on her desk, stared at the jounin with fiery eyes.
"My student will go with you, but you tell those pompous fatheads sitting on the board not to interrupt my heated lectures anymore or THEY WILL BE HEARING FROM ME!!!"
"Sure. Whatever." The board of education warned the jounin about this instructor.
Temari stood up from her desk and walked out of the classroom. She left the paper she was writing on behind... The word 'CRY-BABY' was written in Kanji symbols.
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A sudden wisp of grey smoke danced into the clear blue sky as the flaming head of the cigarette was crushed against the building wall. It was the 3rd one the chain-smoking jounin had went through today. He leaned his back against the wall and sighed as a bunch of children ran by his post down the house district road... it appeared they were playing 'Ninja'. That brought back memories... he had no idea that kids still played that game. He, Kakashi, Gai and Obito practically invented that game when they were academy students. Nice to see its legacy weathered the storms of time...
"Heh... its ironic that now that I am a full-fledged shinobi I wish I was still just a kid playing Ninja... because that game is much more exciting and eventful then this lame mission."
Asuma was never one to complain about the missions that the Fifth gave him. After all, they were paying the bills and he would be setting a bad example to his sloppy and lax team if he called a mission 'lame' to Tsuande's face... but then again he had never been given such a feeble mission since Team 10 had first been formed. All three of his pupils were completely over-qualified for the job and he really could have appointed the entire mission to be completed by one of them. And to think, he could have been spending some much needed alone-time with... He reached for another cigarette, but changed his mind. He decided to stop mentally cursing his luck and to check up on the status of his team. Asuma lowered his head into the popped-collar of the brown trench coat that was his disguise, and adjusted the frequency of his radio gear.
"Shikamaru... am I coming in clear?"
Asuma whispered. There was no response.
"Shikamaru? Shikamaru, do you read me?!?"
"Yeah... I hear ya." A digitized voice jumped into Asuma's earphone.
"I have yet to spot our target from my current position. What is your status?... Shikamaru, what is your status?!??!" Asuma asked again with impatience, trying so hard not to allow his mood to attack the chuunin.
"I don't see anything on my end either, alright! Geez... This whole thing is so damn troublesome. Doesn't that old hag know that missions like these are best left for amateurs?"
It seemed that the Late Third's son wasn't the only one who was aggravated by this mission. It was strange... Shikamaru usually preferred the lower-ranked missions. He considered it a quick way to make a few bucks with minimal effort.
Asuma sighed, and decided to light another cigarette after all.
"Shikamaru... as a chuunin I realize you are no longer obligated to do missions with the rest of us. I thank you for choosing to stick with your team even though you don't have to. However, if you're going to have an attitude and delay your response to your sensei when he is trying to make contact with you... then I really don't need you. You are free to leave this mission if you want."
Shikamaru, from his position on top a large rooftop in the marketplace, dropped his head and closed his eyes. He exhaled deeply, and spoke into the microphone.
"No... Sorry about that, sensei. Just got a lot on my mind right now, so I'm a little distracted."
"I have a few things on my mind too... but remember the important thing right now is completing this D-rank mission as soon as possible. You'll have plenty of time to sort out your thoughts after that." Shikamaru heard his sensei's voice clearly from his end.
"Yeah..." Shikamaru responded.
"Come on, Shikamaru... pull it together. Don't you know that this is exactly what she wants? She wants you to miss her. She wants you to regret that you said what you said... Well, there is nothing to regret. That troublesome brat started it. She's always starting with me... I can see right through her though... she's just like my mom. She wants to castrate me by being stubborn and pretending that she doesn't have to come around anymore... Heh, she thinks I NEED her help with the kids... I can handle those pain in the ass kids just fine all by myself! Tch, she is cocky to the point of being delusional."
Shikamaru peered down below his vantage point, watching the busy marketplace move along at its busied pace.
"... Cute... but definitely delusional."
Taking in another deep breath, the chuunin sat down on the rooftop, elbows resting against his knees and his knees at a level position with his chest. He suddenly got in his 'strategy pose', pressing his thumbs and fingers against each other with his conjoined fingers pointing downward.
"... Neko keeps asking me about her. She really does miss her... and if she's never around it will be harder to keep this 'we are married' fantasy going. Neko will start to get suspicious. If she finds out it was a trick, SHE'LL find out that she found out, which will be even more troublesome for me. That's not even to mention the crying and the shouting I will have to endure from Neko's huge mouth... hmmm... she misses her a lot. Either way, It isn't fair to Neko... Maybe I should have her write the brat a letter about how much she misses her. Yeah... that's what I'll do... She'll come back then."
Shikamaru closed his eyes and smirked, leaving his strategy pose.
"So, its settled then. No more reason to think about her... She probably cut up that blue flower by now and started studying it... I wonder if that's how botany works... whatever. Not important."
"Chouji, what is your current status?" Shikamaru spoke into the microphone, his anxiousness to distract his own mind from his thoughts apparent by his hasty tone.
"Our target hasn't shown up from our position either." A hearty female's voice, certainly not Chouji's, responded along with the noise-soaked fuzz that accompanies radio transmissions.
"OUR position?!??! Ino, you are supposed to be at your own position! Why are you with Chouji?!?" Asuma exclaimed over the team's frequency in an excited whisper.
"Because that purse-snatching shoplifter never strikes at the location you gave me! The reports show that he usually works around the areas you gave Shikamaru and Chouji to watch over. Besides... We will look less suspicious if we pretend to be a couple!" Ino explained with confidence. Chouji, as expected, remained silent.
"No. Forget it... You and Chouji have probably been goofing off this whole time! Our target could have passed by you both 5 times over without either of you noticing! Ino, get to the position that I assigned you ASAP!!!" Asuma was quite annoyed with the fact that Ino actually tried to explain herself instead of apologizing and obeying him.
"But WHY? We were REALLY WORKING!" The kunoichi's powerful whine blasted through the radio waves with tremendous feedback that prompted Asuma and Shikamaru to turn their radio equipment from there ears for a moment.
"I said NO!" Asuma replied
"Tch... so noisy." Shikamaru turned the dial of his radio equipment down about 3 more notches to lower the volume of the argument on his end. He lied down flat on his back and stared into the blue high above his head. Barely any clouds in the sky today... "It really was a cool-looking flower..."
"Sensei, we weren't goofing off! Can't she just stay?" Chouji finally chimed in.
"Listen carefully, both of you... If you don't do what I told you to do right now, not only will I make you pay for every single meal I have ever bought either of you, but the workload of your training sessions will be doubled for an entire month! Understand?!??!.. CLICK ... Ino? Chouji? Respond!"
Ino moved close to Chouji to shut off his radio gear as well.
"Blah Blah Blah. I never knew sensei could be such a wind bag!"
The blonde said sharply and irritably. The Konoha radio gear looked a lot like a choker, so the Yamanka figured that any onlookers who got a glance of it would think it was just that. Chouji, who sat by Ino on a stool at some random food stand, had his white scarf to cover his radio. Ino was treated to a surprised and slightly worried stare from her hefty teammate when she turned her head to him. A smug grin was her response.
"Don't worry. Asuma sensei was just bluffing! He'll cool off when this is all over. This mission is a total-cakewalk. There was no need to go into different positions in the first place."
"I don't know..." Chouji voiced his skepticism. "He sounded pretty serious to me."
"Trust me big guy, we'll be fine. He's trying to play the part of the big responsible leader, but he knows as well as we do that finding and capturing a common thief is nothing to go 'professional' over. Our target will show up soon enough." Ino explained before turning her head away from Chouji and staring down the marketplace road.
"If you say so.." Chouji said with a sigh.
Chouji looked down at his feet, and back at Ino who still had his head turned from him. Awkward silence ensued. The irony of the situation was that by all means they should have been goofing off just like their sensei assumed they were.. But they weren't. He really didn't know what was wrong with her.. She went through all that trouble with Asuma sesnei to be around him, and yet she had been acting like she didn't know him for the better part of the day... He asked her several times what was wrong. The first time she said 'NOTHING' with a dagger-sharp attitude. The second time she said 'NOTHING, alright?!?" with an even sharper dagger. The third time she gave no answer apart from a hardened glare. The fourth and final time she actually smiled with dark intent in his face and said 'Think about it'... He had been thinking about it since then, but came up blank. He decided to drop the whole thing. He looked down at his feet for a moment before swinging around in his stool to face the stand.
"I'll have a bag of spicy nachos, please."
The clerk handed Chouji a red bag with a picture of jalapeno peppers on the front, which he promptly opened. He chomped down on his afternoon snack while he swung back around so he was facing away from the stand. He looked at Ino again. Her head was turned slightly toward him for a moment, but she swiftly turned her head back toward the road when she realized he was trying to look her way. She crossed her arms as well. Though not understanding her problem, Chouji naturally felt responsible for solving it. He stared into his bag of nachos when a brilliant plan for reconciliation came to him.
"... Ummm... want some?" Chouji held out the bag in her direction.
Ino shot her fat comrade a vicious glower while raising an eyebrow to him. Slowly Chouji pulled the bag back to himself. So much for the brilliant plan...
"Oh, sorry... I forgot that you were still on that diet... I can get you a carrot from one of the other stands, or something..."
Ino's face was frozen in all its glorious condescension.
"...D-Do you want a carrot?"
"You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" Ino cut straight to the point.
Chouji put his head down and quickly mustered all the brain power he could in the time Ino's mood allotted him.
"Is this about me going right back to eating normal foods after dieting for a day?"
Ino sighed and rolled her eyes at his cluelessness.
"Because you said that you wouldn't get mad if I only did the bare minium and went back to eating my usual food at midnight!" Chouji spoke with a self-righteous attitude, 100 percent sure that this was what was irking his love interest.
"Its been a month, Chouji" Ino gave up on leaving it to him to figure it out.
"Its been a month since what?" Chouji raised an eyebrow.
"Starting today it has been a full month since we had that chat outside your house, and you still haven't taken me out on a date!"
"OOOOHHHH!!!! THAT!!!" Chouji thought.
"Oh... that." Chouji spoke.
There was silence between them for a moment. Chouji suddenly began cramming the cheesy tortilla chips in his mouth at an alarming rate. Ino stared at Chouji with curious blue eyes, and Chouji tried his best to stare into the bag of nachos.
"Well???" Ino spoke.
"Yeah..." Chouji chewed and gulped another handful down between his words, attempting to pacify his nerves. "About that..."
"I'm listening."
"Weeelll..." Chouji stopped chomping down his snack for a moment, realizing it would do him no good. He scratched the back of his head.
"Don't tell me your still embarrassed about what happened..."
"No, that's not it...I..." He figured he might as well let the cat out of the bag. "I was saving up all my money to take you to some place really special, and not just another restaurant!"
Ino's face dropped. Wow. There were so many things about Chouji's plan that made her heart sail that she didn't even know where to begin. Not only did he turn down a chance to stuff his face in a restaurant to match her preferences... Not only did he think enough of her to do something 'special'... but a MONTH of saving up? Between the 'generous' weekly allowance he received from the head of a prestigious ninja clan AND the money he made from completing 5 missions with his team, A month's worth of money was nothing to sneeze at.
"I wanted to keep it a secret..."
"Well..." The blonde eventually collected herself and moved a suggestive finger over the blade of his shoulder. She swung around in her stool so that her body was facing his. Her eyes narrowed. "That changes everything completely... Where are we going?"
"That's the problem... I have been looking for different places we can go, but Konoha has more restaurants then I thought. That's all they have around here! There really isn't too much we can do." Chouji spoke in defeat.
"Hmmm..." Ino brought her finger from his shoulder and tapped it against her chin. She suddenly walked across the road and over to a bunch of fliers stapled to wooden pole. "Have you tried looking for places we can go outside of Konoha?"
"Well, no..." Chouji didn't even consider leaving the village.
Ino's eyes skimmed over the pieces of white paper that advertised various occasions. Considering this was a shinobi village, most of the fliers consisted of different mission briefings and meetings for certain jounin. There were a few ads for sales and discounts at the local clothing stores, but Ino had been shopping at those same crummy stores time and time again. She wanted to do something different... she spied a bulletin board against a stand with even more fliers. She made her way over there. Aha... these were events taking place in all of Fire Country and were not confined to Konoha. It only took her 6 seconds to find exactly what she was looking for. She eyeballed the words on the paper briefly before her mouth hung low and pooled with saliva. Her eyes glimmered with a diamond's radiance.
"If we go here we will have to hold off our date even longer... but, boy, would it be worth it!"
She tore the flier from the bulletin board, and walked up to Chouji with an ear-to-ear grin and the paper dangling behind her back.
"-Oh Choujjjiiii-!" Ino sung his name breezily. "THIS is where you will be taking me!"
Ino thrust the paper into his face. He ate a few more nachos before reading.
"The Blue Dusk Carnival??" Chouji read the emboldened words of the flier in the form of a question.
"Yep!" Ino pulled the flier out of his face. "The flier says that it is a HUGE yearly festival that last an entire week and is held just a few miles from Konoha! They have rides, games, shopping" she said sharply. "Different shows at different times, it will be great!"
Chouji took the paper from Ino's grasp and studied it further.
"This carnival is gonna be set up in an area about 5 hours away from Konoha on foot!" Chouji exclaimed.
"And?" Ino shot back.
"That's... kinda far, Ino. What if a mission comes up at the last mission?"
Ino sighed and snatched the flier back.
"It also says that there will be restaurants that carry food from all over the 5 countr-."
"Were going."
Ino smiled. Chouji grinned back.
"...How much is admissions?"
"W-what was that?" Ino said quickly with a look of feigned confusion. Chouji sharpened his beady eyes.
"I SAID how much is admissions?"
"You know, we should definitely get back to work now. It's already been decided were going, so there's nothign left to talk about!"
Chouji snatched the paper from the sly blonde's grasp. She wasn't going to charm her way out of this one. He studied the paper over ad over again.
"Were the hell is the fee? I can't find it here." Chouji squinted his eyes into the paper filled with large and emboldened ink on all the events of 'Blue Dusk'.
Ino finally sighed in defeat, and pointed to the tiny words at the very bottom of the page. Chouji almost fell out of his stool as his eyes bugged out.
"I-I CAN'T AFFORD THIS!!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I CAN AFFORD ONE TICKET TO THIS PLACE!!!" He exclaimed with an enlarged head and a whiny tone, begging for Ino's pity.
"Relax! The carnival isn't actually going to be set up for another 3 weeks. You'll have enough money by then."
Ino stood over her sitting teammate, practically between his legs with both hands planted firmly on either of his knees.
"I don't know about this... Maybe we can-"
Chouji stopped mid-sentence when he felt the natural warmth of Ino's backside as it was plopped firmly against his right thigh. He began to sweat when she threw both of her thin arms around his stubby neck. He shoved a heap of nachos into his mouth and gulped down without chewing when she gave him the most passion-drenched gaze he had ever seen.
"Go on... I'm listening." she spoke as though nothing had changed.
"...I-I was saying maybe we can just go back to that new restaurant again. W-we wouldn't have to wait 3 weeks, and-"
"You know, I think I will have one of those nachos after all."
The kunoichi scooted even further up his thigh as she reached into the red bag with her left hand. Her eyes never left his as she plucked out a tortilla chip and placed it on her exposed tongue. She slowly brought the nacho, held onto by the muscles of her tongue, into her gaping mouth. She chewed slowly.
"Mmm... hotter then I expected..." Ino purred. "...Aren't these chips hot... Chouji?"
"Y-yes... there pretty hot." His voice rippled from high pitched to low, as though the blonde's actions had shot him straight through puberty.
"...Oh, sorry... I'm interrupting you, aren't I? Finish saying what you were saying."
"... I was saying, if we just go to that new restaurant... We... can..."
Chouji trailed off completely. He could feel a thin stream of blood run down his nose as his eyes zoomed in on Ino's tender lips... as they sucked the nacho cheese residue that was left on her fingertips.
"Mmmmm..."
She started off with her pinky, swirling it inside her mouth in slow motion as she finally released it with a tiny smack from her lips. Chouji's eyes followed her wet pinky before she slowly brought her hand to her mouth again. She stuck out her ring finger and soon parted her lips once more. To Chouji, the opening of that beautiful mouth was the same as opening the very gates of heaven... The moist, juicy, naughty gates of heaven. She proceeded to suck her ring finger, taking her time to make sure not a speck of the residue remained on her fingertips. Her eyes were closed as she teased him, giving Chouji the perfect opportunity to wipe his bleeding nose without her noticing. She did the same thing with her middle finger.
"Mmm?" Ino moaned as though it were a question. She opened her eyes and released her middle finger from the suckle of her mouth. "Everything okay, big guy?"
"Y-y-yeah..." Sweat rained down the back of his neck.
"Hmmm..." Ino began to examine the remaining residue on her index finger. "I don't think I can eat another bite..."
Chouji's eyes widened as she stuck out the finger in front of his mouth.
"You can have the rest."
No way... she couldn't really mean...
"Don't you want the rest??" She brought the finger closer to his mouth.
The chubby genin couldn't believe this. No way this was really happening... She couldn't really mean what he KNEW she meant! Not right here... not in front of all these people. His breathing became heavier then heavy. He SO wanted to take that delicious nacho-flavored finger into his mouth... to suck on it like so many lollipops... but what if she was just joking? Chouji glanced up childishly into her eyes... they were set like stones. She was serious... But how could he do that in front of everyone? He fought back his nerves... It was time to be a man. He slowly began to open his trembling mouth. This was the final frontier.
"Thhhaatt's a good boy..." Ino spoke demonically. "Just a litttllleee widderr..."
When Chouji felt his heart pulsing outside of his chest, ready to burst... When he saw the wildness in her topaz eyes... When he felt his bladder suddenly bubble beneath his shorts... he realized something... he was no man. His nerves got the better of him. He shut his mouth and bowed his head. He probably would have screwed the whole thing up anyway. He was terrified.
"Hmm? Don't want any?... Suit yourself." She said simply, before bringing her index finger into her mouth, and sucking on it... hard and fast.
"Phew" Were Chouji's only thoughts.
Before Chouji could physically catch his breath, Ino moved yet further up his thigh. After her finger sucking was over, she began to lightly trace the swirls in his cheek with her finger. Her other arm remain hooked around his neck.
"I really shouldn't have eaten that chip. All that starch and saturated fat... its just going to go straight to my thighs."
Just in case Chouji didn't know where her thighs were located, she took her finger off his face and moved her hand just above her left knee. Chouji watched, beyond speechless, as she slowly stroked her own thigh.
"But then again... I do a lot of things that I shouldn't do... Things that I said I wouldn't do." She narrowed her eyes. "In fact... when I get in a certain mood... I'll do just about anything."
Instantly, the tops to a row of sodas in the stands behind them burst open with fizzy liquid shooting everywhere. The young clerk did nothing about the soda... his eyes were glued on the blonde sitting on the fat kid's lap the whole time. Chouji gulped down nothing as he was now drenched in sweat.
"So.." Ino broke her voice out of its purring drawl. "What were you saying about that restaurant?"
"... I'll try to come up with the money for the carnival tickets." He spoke in a broken whisper with wide eyes, scared out of his mind and aroused out of his shorts.
"Sounds great..." She remarked with a child's grin.
As she began to swirl her finger about his huge gut, Ino couldn't help but chuckle in her mind. She knew what she did was downright dirty, but hey... a chance to buy some shoes that were only available in Thunder Country were on the line! Besides, she figured it would be nice to spend some time with Chouji outside of this boring village. She wouldn't have to worry about the idiots who were still making fun of him because of the burning pants caper. So, she rationalized that she was well justified in her provocative behavior... All's fair in love and shoe sales...
While Chouji remained in a daze of perversion, Ino slowly pulled her hand away from his stomach and into a pouch at her side. She pulled out a kunai, gave Chouji a look that screamed 'be silent', and threw the kunai behind her without turning around.
"Hey, what the hell?!?"
A man, who suddenly found the back portion of his black trench coat plastered against the wall by a kunai, yelled in outraged confusion. As he attempted to shake himself out of the suspended coat, a bunch of food and jewelry came crashing on the ground beneath him. Chouji fully snapped out of it. This man certainly matched the description.
"UGH!"
The man grunted and fell to a pan-ridden sleep, an elongated fist wrapped in bandages planted squarely on his jaw. The kunai-hung trench coat kept him on his feet as he slipped into unconsciousness. The surrounding villagers stopped and exhaled their gasps at the sight. The elastic arm went rocketing back to its chubby owner. Ino and Chouji, still posted on the stool, grinned at each other. Ino turned her radio back on and bent into the microphone. Chouji bent into her microphone as well.
"Mission Complete!"
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a/c: There it is... definitely a much lighter read then the past 3 chapters, I trust? hehehe...
I hope this chapter wasn't too 'uneventful' for you guys... But even if it is, another update will be here soon!
And NejiTen enthusiasts... Pwease don't kill me for not updating their story in this chappie! I have to advance the other pairings too!
And just FYI, you will notice that Temari and Tenten have made-up last names in this fic. I decided to give them last names because Kishimoto forgot to do it himself. lol... and, before I get responses on it, "No Sabbaku" (translated 'Of the Sand') is not the sand siblings last name! In the manga, it is just an honorarium for them, like 'sama' or 'kun'. Shinkirou, the last name I gave Temari in this fic, translates into 'mirage'. Wei, Tenten's last name, is a Chinese name of which I don't have a translation for. I have sorta been hinting in this fic that Tenten has different ancestry then the other ninja of Konoha... That ancestry being a 'Chinese-like' people. :)
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