Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto, Temari, Sakura, Hinata, or any other related characters.

A/N: Look at that. A disclaimer. Review answers.

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Question: Will this be in the same format as He was of Leaf, She was of Sand?

Answer: I don't think soHe was of Leaf, She was of Sand was a pointless one shot I wrote one day because I was bored. I'm going to try to make this fic have an actual plotline, although occasionally, I might throw in a chapter from another person's perspective. So… no?

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Madnarutofan- Yes, it was short. I realize that. It was supposed to be, actually.

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You make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

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Temari hadn't thought about where or what she was going to eat for breakfast, she had never spent time actually touring Konoha to find out where to eat. Having no better ideas, she decided that the ramen stand would do.

Pulling on her shoes, which were some cross between a sandal and a boot, with long cloth that went up to the middle of her shins with her toes sticking out. The last touch to her usual daily clothing was her fan that was leaning up against the wall, its black shape standing out against the white wall. She picked it up, it was fairly light to her, and slid it to its place on her back.

She opened the door and gently closed it behind her, heading out into the morning.

She couldn't help but notice how different the mornings—how different any time was in Konoha compared to Suna. It was just… different. In almost every way.

The thought of leaving it for who knows how long made her a bit sad. She didn't think it was leaving Konoha itself, she thought it was leaving the fox boy, Naruto.

By this time, she had reached the ramen stand. She wasn't too surprised to hear Naruto's loud voice echoing to her ears. With a small smile, she went and sat down next to him, not fully acknowledging his presence. She ordered rather quickly, and thought about what she should say to the boy sitting next to her. She didn't have to say anything, because he broke the silence first.

"…I didn't know anybody ate ramen for breakfast besides me." It wasn't really a question, but it really wasn't a comment either.

Not wanting to say anything about burning her breakfast, she settled with a half lie, "I didn't want to spend time cooking."

He nodded. If it had happened, he wasn't showing any signs whatsoever. Perhaps he was in doubt too? That was very possible. Temari didn't know what to think. She didn't want to question him about it, it'd be awkward if it really hadn't happened.

The two allowed an uncomfortable silence fall between them. The old man handed them their ramen, and both of them began to eat.

While they were eating, Naruto couldn't help but stare at her. "…What do you look like with your hair down?" He questioned.

Temari paused, "What do you mean?"

"…Do you think… you could take your hair down for me?" He blushed lightly, and looked like expected her to say no.

"…Well, nobody's asked me that before. But I don't see why not." She promptly took out each of her four pigtails, and she shook her head a bit, so her hair fell into place.

Naruto stared. He had never seen her with her hair down. "…That…looks nice." He blushed a little again, and turned back to his ramen bowl.

Temari smiled lightly, and pulled on a strand of her hair, "You think so?"

Naruto swallowed the last mouthful of ramen, "Yeah."

She finished her bowl as well, and sat there silently, unsure of what to say.

When the old man came to collect money for both of them, Naruto paid for both of them. Temari looked ready to protest, but Naruto stopped her, "This is for the nice chat." He stood up and walked away from the ramen stand, leaving a stunned Temari behind.

Temari wasn't sure what to think of anything anymore.

Meetings in Konoha were boring, and she couldn't wait to get out. Once she did however, she realized she had nothing to actually do.

So she resorted to the thing she always did when she was bored and had nothing else to do.

She trained.

The good thing about going to Konoha and having time to train there was learning to train in different environments. Here, in Konoha, she could find out how to put the landscape to her advantage. The more landscapes she trained in, the more flexible she was on the different areas she could fight in.

That was another reason she liked travelling to Konoha.

Once she had gone for awhile working on several points that she needed to improve, she recognized the familiar eyes watching her as she worked. He didn't say anything; he didn't correct her when she made mistakes.

She didn't know whether to talk to him or not, so she took a shot at it "Naruto—"

"Did that happen? Did that really happen?" Naruto asked, looking at her.

She caught her breath. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

It really had happened?

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A/N: …hmm…I have an idea for a plot now, but I have no idea how to tie it in with the story. Hmm. I'll figure out something.

In the meantime, review.