Chapter one, Ahead one foruth
She wanted revenge. The thought was painfully upsetting. The boy, -kid-
just 13 had beaten her. HER! Princess Temari of the hidden sand! A whole 3
years, well, two actually as her birthday was last week, but still!
The boy was... interesting. During the tournament he had obviously won the fight, for the first time not charging her like an idiot, but taking his time and thinking it out. But to beat her... Of course the records say that she won the match, but she was sure she had lost. But why did he forfeit? If he was telling the truth about having nothing but 10 seconds, he could have ran her into a tree, or bashed her head on a rock, or forced her to break her leg. From there he could have easily beaten her in a conventional manner.
But he didn't even seem to want to fight. His friend even pushed him info the ring. He was probably acting on his damn Dutch courage with his lack of willingness to fight a girl. But he did beat that one girl from the sound! What was with her that was different than Temari? She had to find out. But she could not just ask him. He obviously would not tell, but she couldn't do it to being with. When she met his eyes, she felt his vision look much deeper than her stone cold features and flat face. It was all she could muster to keep from her cheeks burning red. It was hard to keep her composure around him. He was quite good at it. But none of this could explain the feeling Temari would get in her insides every time he looked at her...
The boy was... interesting. During the tournament he had obviously won the fight, for the first time not charging her like an idiot, but taking his time and thinking it out. But to beat her... Of course the records say that she won the match, but she was sure she had lost. But why did he forfeit? If he was telling the truth about having nothing but 10 seconds, he could have ran her into a tree, or bashed her head on a rock, or forced her to break her leg. From there he could have easily beaten her in a conventional manner.
But he didn't even seem to want to fight. His friend even pushed him info the ring. He was probably acting on his damn Dutch courage with his lack of willingness to fight a girl. But he did beat that one girl from the sound! What was with her that was different than Temari? She had to find out. But she could not just ask him. He obviously would not tell, but she couldn't do it to being with. When she met his eyes, she felt his vision look much deeper than her stone cold features and flat face. It was all she could muster to keep from her cheeks burning red. It was hard to keep her composure around him. He was quite good at it. But none of this could explain the feeling Temari would get in her insides every time he looked at her...