A/N: I can't write fight scenes very well, so here is the aftermath.

Enjoy!

Slightly Inappropriate

With three rogue shinobi tied up and knocked out under a strong genjutsu behind them, Temari walked up to Sakura and looked over the landscape. They were on the edge of Wind Country where there was more rock than sand and a bit of vegetation spread out among the crevices.

"It's strange seeing a crater here now." Temari mused.

Sakura nodded thoughtfully with her hand on her chin, one arm resting on the other. "It's kind of my sign. You know how those big bingo book people leave their mark showing where they were? Craters are kind of my mark. Pretty cool, huh?"

The older woman rolled her eyes. "You're so full of bullshit, but I'm glad you're here. Taking out these guys would have been…let's just my luck hasn't run out yet, but I wouldn't want to chance it."

Sakura had taken this mission because she had wanted – needed – the action. It had been reported there was an S-class missing nin hiding out here in the wastelands of Wind who'd been causing trouble for both nations. The report had been wrong, though. There hadn't been one but three – two from mist and one from Earth. It was…fun. Not the word for it of course, but getting to go all out on a mission was like stretching her metaphorical legs. There was also the fact that she had a lot of pent up frustration that she got to take out on some missing nins Wind and Fire had been trying to take down for a couple of months. Sakura was pretty sure she would get a pay raise too because of the number of shinobi she and Temari took down. Pretty sweet, right?

"You'd be a little worse for wear, but you could have done it. You hurt? Need a bandage?" Sakura joked lightly looking over Temari for injuries. There was a deep gash in the blonde's leg that she revealed by taking off her skirt. Damn. If Sakura had been way younger she would have flinched seeing the deep wound, but that was long past so instead she tried for her usual banter.

"Really, Temari, here? Stop coming on to me," Sakura smiled forcing her to sit down so she could begin. Sakura's hands glowed green as she started pushing her chakra into the wound, but not before she saw Temari roll her eyes and wince a bit.

"Yes, my under shorts are so tight and sexy."

"That's what Shikamaru told me on our pinot and painting night two days ago. The man can paint a pretty realistic version of Kankuro's dick. I didn't ask questions for sanity reasons." Sakura explained in the most serious voice she could muster. Of course, Temari didn't laugh. She never did at her jokes just like her shishou and Shizune.

"Now I really wish I came here alone because spending a few days in the hospital would have been better than hearing your imagination. Whatever kind of genjutsu you people those shinobi under I'm sure they don't deserve."

"You love it. People love my stories and genjutsu, Kakashi especially."

Oh. Shit.

"Kakashi, huh?"

Sakura looked down at Temari's leg and tried not to say anything more, but dammit, why did she have to say his name. She'd been doing so well not thinking about him and now it was ruined. So what if she missed him and maybe felt a little guilty about leaving him with only a note on the toilet. Clenching her teeth, Sakura looked up at her friend.

"A drink sounds really good right now."

"I second that. I want to forget the image you put into my head with that painting story." Temari shivered making a face. "Let's get these sacks of shit to Suna quickly."

"Roger that."