Disclaimer: Why do you think I'm writing fanfiction?

Red: hi. this is my first fanfiction. it's about Temari and Tenten so if you don't like girls liking girls, I suggest you stop right here. otherwise, enjoy! Oh, and flames will be used to burn the stories you write...

Chapter 1

"We're WHAT?" Temari shouted at her mom.

"Moving."

How the fuck can she say that so calmly! Temari was yelling at her mom in her head. But out loud it was more like, "I hate you..." It came out a little below a whisper and those were the last words she said to her mom before she tore off to her room to cry her eyes out.

After slamming her door five times in a row, ripping the posters off her wall, tearing them into a million pieces, and screaming into her pillow as loud as she could, Temari flopped down on her bed and started crying until she made herself so sick that she threw up.

Temari rested her head on the toilet seat in her personal bathroom and tried not to cry more. She was an only child with a single mom who she could tell anything. At least that's what she thought. She knew why her mother was doing this.

/Flashback/

It was a few weeks back. Temari looked around the corner the corner into the living room where her mom was folding laundry. Deep breaths Temari. Deep breaths. You can do this.

She walked slowly into the living room. Her mother didn't look up.

"Um...mom?" No reaction. "Can I talk to you about something?" Still nothing. "It's kind of important..."

Finally she looked up and smiled. "What is it, hon?"

Oh shit. I can't do this. I can NOT do this! She started to walk out of the room but turned to her mom and said slowly, "Mom...I think I like someone..."

Her mother's face lit up almost before she spoke the words. "Oh Temari! That's nothing to be ashamed of! That's wonderful!" She came up and put her hands on Temari's shoulders. "So, who's the lucky guy?"

Now I REALLY can't do this. "Um...that's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about..."

Her mother's face fell in worry. "What is it?"

Temari tried to breathe. This was WAY harder than talking to the mirror. Maybe because the mirror has the same exact reactions as her and is just an image of herself.

"You're wrong." She started. She looked at her mom. Don't cry, don't cry... "It is something to be ashamed of."

Her mom looked confused. Temari tried so hard to say it without actually saying it, but apparently that wasn't going to work.

"I like Tenten..." This was whispered, speaking the name of her best friend of three years, and she was frustrated that her mom didn't hear what she said.

"What?" Even though she thought her mother hadn't heard her, she dropped her hands from Temari's shoulders and took a subtile step back.

"I LIKE TENTEN! I'M A LESBIAN!" she shouted. Her mother's face darkened. She was ashamed of her daughter. She covered her face. She was ashamed of herself. That night, for the first time in her life,Temari cried after talking to her mother.

/End Flashback/

Temari tried to stop the dry sobs that were coming now. That wasn't going to work. She let them win and now concentrated on not throwing up anymore. If she loved a girl, and her mother was ashamed and wanted to move her away from the girl she loved then fine. Let her have her fun. While she just quietly curled up and died.