Filler 8
Mothers
16 years ago…
"Kasan, kasan, kasan." The two year old Temari raises her arms, appealing to her mother to carry her.
Yoshino bends down and lifts little Temari up. The toddler then higher that she was before reaches for the kunai embedded on the tree trunk.
"When you're a bit older, Temari," lovingly scolds Yoshino, pulling her daughter away from the weapon.
"But—"
"No buts."
Lips pouting, Temari squirms to be let off from her mother's embrace. "I want to be a shinobi!" she wails in her little voice.
"You're in such a hurry to be a shinobi," Yoshino censures, affectionately. "Let me enjoy having my baby girl first."
Temari's lips purse in distaste. "I'm not a baby."
"Yes, you are," answers Yoshino, punctuating it with tickles on Temari's sides.
Temari still squirming but this time with laughter.
—o0o—
16 years ago…
"Are you sick, mother?" the two year old Kamaru asks, eyes worried as he watches her mother sitting on the floor, draped over the bowl, heaving violently over it.
"I'm—not, son," Karura tries to reassure him. "I'm fine."
Kamaru comes closer. With his little hands he pulls his mother's hair away so it won't stick to the bowl. "It's alright. I'll take care of you."
Karura raises eyes glazed with moisture from the effort of vomiting. "Thank you, son."
But…less than nine months later, Karura dies giving birth to Kamaru's youngest brother.
Kamaru looks upon the casket. "I wasn't able to take care you," he cries.
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