This was especially fun to write. I dunno why. I just liked it.
Warnings: Language, character death. Blood. Just saying. I get a little graphic. No pairings, but if you really want to push it I would say ItaTem. -ish. Not really.
First thought: Damn.
Second thought: I am so screwed.
Third thought: But damn.
Temari shook her head quickly, ridding her mind of all thought not letting her focus on the battle in front of her.
When Chiyo had aided the Konoha ninja against the Akatsuki members, she had no idea the consequences it would have on Sand. True, the old lady had died soon after her battle with Sasori, and true, they did need to recover the Kazekage, but Chiyo could have been a bit more subtle. Sighing Temari concentrated on the battle in front of her, mentally berating the deceased had never helped matters, and it certainty wouldn't help her in situation at present.
Still, it wasn't like she stood a snowballs chance in hell against the Akatsuki member that she now faced. Her fan was already out, her tight kimono even tighter as she tensed, surveying the dangerous situation in front of her.
Sexiness must have been another part of the Sharingan bloodlimit, because damn, the Uchiha brothers had to be the two most attractive men Temari had ever seen.
Temari's eyes narrowed as she realized that the elder brother wouldn't make the first move in this battle. He had already fought with five of the best puppeteers and ten more of the best ninja that Sand had placed under her command, with hardly three scratches to his name after the short-lived battles. The wind whipped around Temari as she surveyed the bloody man that stood only a sand dune away, his red and black cloak flying out behind him in the breeze.
Good.
He was already encompassed in wind; It would make her jutsu easier to perform.
"Kami-" She had just begun to move, her hands channeling chakra into her fan, her lithe body twisting forward, when she was stopped by a kunai at her throat. Temari glared at the Akatsuki, while his crimson eyes looked down impassively at the near-captured Sand ninja. He had captured her from behind, her bent back only a few inches from his exposed chest.
"You're fast." She muttered, daring to straighten up under the cold steel that pressed against her pulsing veins.
"Fast enough." The man muttered, his voice sliding over Temari.
Temari's eyes darted around as she tried to find a way out of the Uchiha's knife. She couldn't find any opening, if she moved her throat would be sliced open deeper than a canyon. If she tried to attack, same outcome. If she tried to escape using a jutsu, ditto.
"This is it then?" She asked calmly, her fan lying relaxed in her hand as she stared forward.
"It is."
"One favor before you kill me." Temari said boldly, knowing she would be dead in a few minutes anyway. She felt the steel blade press tighter against her throat as the Akatsuki member began to lose his patience for the kunoichi.
"As long as you still plan on dying."
Temari shook her head and scowled. Like she had an option, trapped as she was.
"Let me look at you as I die. If I have to see one last thing, I hope that it will be a pretty face." She held her breath, knowing that it was much more likely her head would be swiftly severed rather than her eyes allowed to look at the elder Uchiha's face.Suddenly, she felt the warm liquid flow down her neck. Her green eyes widened and her vision became blurry. Her mouth parted as blood began to bubble up through her damaged throat. Then, just as Temari lay dying, the thirsty desert soaking up her blood, she saw the face of Itachi Uchiha.
And she smiled.
Last thought: Damn. Even prettier up close.
Done! Read and review, and remember, I liked this chapter.
