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Im sorry that I didnt write last time, but I hoped you liked it. Anyways I would love to thank the people reviewing my stories! I appreciate them alot... So review! I love them! Anyway I have alot of chapters that I have written, but they have to get corrected. So sorry it took so long to update! Hope you like it!
The first thing Temari noticed when she woke up was an unusual weight on her waist. What the hell? What is going on? She opened her eyes and saw red and white. Inuyasha! That pervert! What the hell is he thinking! But then she remembered the night before.
She had a mental break down. She was cold and he was right there, lying beside her. It reminded her so much of her old companion. He used to lie beside her to keep her warm. Inuyasha was asleep, and she was really cold, and she could feel how hot he was and wanted to be right by him, to feel warm. She moved up next to him trying to soak up the heat, and trying to relive the memories.
And then he put his arm around her. She was startled at first, but it felt good. Then he gained consciousness, and he pulled his arm back. She was sad, she liked the warmth, and she like the feeling of having someone's arm around her like they cared.
She broke down and cried. She couldn't help it; all of her emotions were killing her. All of the death, all of the hard times she had lived threw, and her being lonely and that she would probably always feel that way. Then she felt him move around her and hold her, he was comforting her. She kept crying, all the way until she fell asleep.
Now here she was, in the same position. She never liked people seeing her out of control, and weak. And he saw her weak. I can't let him think that I'm weak. She didn't want to, but she shifted, letting him know that she was awake, then- "GET THE HELL OFF ME!" She hated doing that, but oh well. He looked down at her obviously startled; he jumped up and looked at her with questioningly sad eyes. He obviously didn't want to move either. Then anger filled his large gold eyes.
It was very early in the morning; the sun wouldn't be up for hours. His companions were in deep, deep sleep. It was incredible that they didn't wake up after she screamed at him. Then she went off on him "What the hell is your problem! Who do you think you are! What were you doing!"
Then he ran up to her and put his clawed hand over her mouth. "Shut the fuck up." He hissed. Then he roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her deep into the forest, out of hearing range. "What the hell is my problem? What is your problem!"
What could she say? He was just doing something nice for her. She hated to act like a bitch, but people would take advantage of her if she was nice. She wasn't going to let that happen again. "Well," She paused well what? "What where you doing!"
He growled "I-I was," Ha! How would he get himself out of this? She thought nastily. "I was… you were… cold." Oh no, that wasn't what she wanted him to say. How nice. God she hated doing this to him, she hated being the bitch!
"I wasn't cold!" She glared at him, but it was nothing but a false stare.
"Oh yeah! Your lips were blue! You were cold, so get over it wench!" She just stood there holding her ground. Then he huffed away.
And very quietly she said, "Thank you." in a light whisper.
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Did she really not remember what happened? And what was she thinking? She could have woken everyone up! His ears were still ringing. He was sad at first he was so comfortable. Her scent was wonderful, and they were so warm he could have stayed that way all day.
"Thank you." What? Did she just thank me? It wasn't more than a whisper but he was sure that she said 'Thank you.' He decided to let it drop. He made his way back to the camp. It was still cold, and he was still somewhat tired. He leaned up against a tree and tried to get back asleep, but he couldn't. He smelt something that got on his nerves, and something that he hated. He smelt salty tears. They were her tears. She had cried on him until she had fallen asleep. He wrinkled up his nose.
The smell was going to drive him crazy! He listed around for the sound of running water so he could wash his shirt. Then he heard a stream, not to far away. He got up and started heading for it.
When he finally got there, he was surprised that she was there as well. She had a very small scent that you had to be right up to her to smell, so it was no wonder that he hadn't been able to smell her. But he was surprised to see what she was doing. She was crying. But then he stepped on a twig and the loud crack sound it made, made her stop. She quickly thrust her hands in the water, and splashed the freezing water on her face. Then she turned. Only to see him. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
Arrrg! She is so bitchy! "I, uhh, got something on my shirt."
"Oh, ok." She said in a small voice. He pulled off his red coat, revealing only his white under shirt. But his highly sensitive nose picked up her scent of tears to be on his under shirt as well. Damn.
She was slowly cupping her hands and drinking water out of the river. He took off his undershirt as well exposing only his bare chest. He dipped his shirts in the water, and scrubbed them together. Then he rang them out, and hung them on a branch. Then he sat under a tree and closed his eyes waiting for his close to dry.
Then he got a feeling of eyes being on him. Slowly he opened his eyes. She was staring at him, but to be more specific she was staring at his chest. Her eyes were wide and full of curiosity. "What?" He asked in a highly annoyed voice.
She looked away and he could see her face redden slightly. "Its, just, I-I mean, your chest… I have never seen something like that…" He looked down, inspecting his hard muscles and chiseled abbes. Was it because of all of his muscles? Had she never seen a man without a shirt off?
She slowly got up, he thought that she was going to leave but she didn't. She slowly made her way over to him, and sat in front of him, on her knees. She looked different, more childlike that ever. Curiosity filled her eyes. He was staring at her, hard, what was she going to do? She picked up a twig, and poked him in the stomach. It didn't hurt, but what did she think, that it was going give her a disease? He arched an eyebrow when she put down the stick and poked him in the stomach with her finger. She smiled, obviously pleased that she touched something unfamiliar to her. Then she looked up at him, and the smile disappeared instantly. "I-I'm sorry. Forgive my curiosity." She paused, and then said, "It gets the better of me."
He probably would have snapped at her, but when she touched him it made him feel tingly and warm all over. It was weird. Wow, what a mood change! But he got a feeling that this is how she really was, she wasn't hard, and mean. She probably used that to protect her. Sort of like he did. He didn't want anyone to think that he was weak, so he acted like an ass all the time. But you couldn't blame him, with all that he had been through in the past. Maybe she had just as hard of a past, as he did.
Then she stood up, she took his shirts and blew on them, then handed them back to him. They were dry too. Had she done that? "Thanks."
"Your welcome." She said and walked away into the forest.