Temari was outside. The fuck if she was going to stay in that class a minute longer. Ibiki sensei should teach psychology not English. That man will have her mentally scarred for the rest of her life. He should keep that hat on at all times!
She loitered around outside the school gates kicking an empty tin can. Her black hoodie pulled up over her face. She really needed to go shopping sometime. She pulled at her red tie in frustration. Being kidnapped to school wasn't a great way to start a day. She lifted her head up to the sound of barking and howling. There were raised voices too, male and female. Oh great a couple fight. Exactly what she needed to brighten her day.
She vaguely contemplated moving away, but then snorted. Why the fuck should SHE be the one to move? Those quarreling busy bodies can find somewhere else to scream and shout at each other. That was about the worst decision she had made so far. Excluding actually waking up.
The owners of the voice rounded the corner, with three huge dogs in tow.
"No way Izumo! Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that I'll marry you! You should have realized that ages ago!" The woman sure had one helluva set of lungs.
The man in the crumpled button up shirt looked desperate, "But-"
"First off you're having an affair with Genma and second we broke up ages ago!" She fumed placing her fists on her hips. Very soon she was going to let fly at her ex-boyfriend. Temari winced, Genma was definitely a guy's name. To be cheated on by your boyfriend with another guy. That must have been harsh, no wonder she didn't want to get married to him, even with a baby on the way.
"But that was before I knew you were pregnant!" Temari smirked, not feeling guilty in the least that she was listening in. It was better than any soapie she'd seen, and if they were willing to broadcast it, why not watch? What kind of a guy brings up that kind of a lame excuse?
"It doesn't change a bloody thing! I already got married alright? So it's all taken care of! Look I'm even going to meet him right now!"
This was the time where Temari felt a slight sense of danger.
The man glanced around angrily, spotting Temari he almost growled, "You married THAT whelp? In a month you found this guy and married him?"
The three dogs snarled around them. Absently, she noted they weren't leashed. Grinning, Temari couldn't resist it, she waved at the guy. Well he was being a major prick. Now that they were so close though, she got a chance to look at her carefully. The woman had two red triangles painted under her eyes, but she looked gorgeous, curved in all the right places, with a fiery attitude to match, small wonder that Izumo guy can't let her go.
Looking at the face paint though, she grimaced. Oh great, another face painter, maybe she should introduce her to Kankuro. Temari herself never quite got it. Face paint was a mission. You had to apply it and it would keep being messed. The scowling woman wore practical clothes all shades of brown. Practical but sophisticated, her hair in a loose bun flew about her face when she furiously yelled at Izumo. Her eyes narrowed on Temari, "Yeah, there's my man, so can you quit hassling me? Go home back to Genma, and leave us alone!"
Startled she resisted the urge to look around. Temari had just realized two very important things.
One; that woman wasn't married, because she said Temari was her husband which was not possible even if they hadn't only seen each other today.
And two; Yuki is in shit. Deep shit.
Izumo had already launched himself at Temari yelling bloody blue murder before three dogs instantly jumped him midair at the woman's quick signal. "Hana! Call your freaking Hell hounds off of me. That bloody bastard stole you and my child from me!"
Guess this is where I come in. Temari sighed, "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my wife?"
She couldn't summon up the energy to act pissed off, such as a husband would usually due to the languor that had settled in her bones from the cool weather. So she settled for the move-and-you-shall-die-a-slow-and-painful-death attitude that Gaara had when faced with something annoying. Temari couldn't decide who was more shocked, Hana or Izumo. That was a nice effect. Temari shifted and fixed Izumo with another of Gaara's glares, the I-couldn't-even-bother-enjoying-your-death one.
This look really deflated Izumo. The man actually collapsed, "So you're really married?" Temari didn't know how to take the utter defeat in his quiet whisper. Should she be happy about it? Somehow it didn't seem quite right to do that, even if he was a prick.
"Yeah, I'm sorry Izumo." Hana seemed to feel the same way Temari did, her face showing a sad tenderness from where she stood behind Izumo. But there was a set determination as well.
"B-but, the rings! Where are the wedding rings?" He seemed like a drowning man clinging onto anything.
If Izumo hadn't been on the floor under three huge dogs, Hana's 'Oh shit' face would have given it dead away. Temari just shrugged, "Hana chan wanted tailor made rings. They aren't ready yet. Who are you anyways? You weren't at the wedding were you?"
Temari really hoped she didn't overplay her bit. Hana smiled at her in relief and gratitude. "Don't worry Izumo. You can always come see the kid."
Temari found her eyes traveling to Hana's stomach. Was she really pregnant? She's not showing much. Perhaps it was early on in the pregnancy. Izumo clearly crushed lay there on the floor even if the dogs had let go of him at flick of the wrist by Hana. He made a pitiful figure.
Then suddenly with a deep growl he leapt up to face Temari, making the dogs tense up, "You had better be good to Hana and the child! If not I'll personally come back and take them back. I swear it! I'll be keeping an eye on you!"
Temari just nodded, too startled to do otherwise. They watched the man stalk off in silence. The dogs had quit barking once they bit the poor guy.
"So…"
Hana turned to face her. "Yeah?"
"Can we have a divorce?"
Hana laughed out loud. "Hell no, I'm looking forward to my tailored rings."
Temari snorted. The school bell rang and she turned to go in, prepared to forget everything that happened so far. She has got to avoid that creepy Ibiki sensei. But she really didn't have a choice in this matter.
"What's your name?"
Temari looked back at Hana weirdly, "Huh? Me?"
"No the oozing alien behind you. Yeah you. What's your name?"
"Yuki Subaku."
"Yuki huh?"
"Yeah?"
"Well I'm Hana Inuzuka."
"Hn." Without a word she walked through the school gates… Well that was what she wanted to do. A hand on the collar stopped her though. It even dragged her back through the school gates.
"The fuck?"
"Where are you going? You look a bit young to be a teacher."
Temari snorted, turning around to pull her hand off her collar. "I'm a student."
She looked surprised. "You don't look that young. Are you in Year 12?"
"Year 10" She said this a bit smugly, she had to admit. But for crying out loud, she didn't look THAT old did she?
Hana looked properly taken aback now. "Oh."
"How about you? You don't look old enough to be getting a shotgun wedding."
Hana laughed. "I'm 20. It's not a shotgun wedding exactly… Unless I get my mother involved."
"Your mother doesn't know you're pregnant?"
"Oh she does. She just doesn't know who's the father." Hana then looked at Temari speculatively.
"Oh fuck no. Tell her it's Izumo." Temari began backing away followed by a suddenly very determined Hana. "Look Hana it's not gonna work out. Seriously. I mean there's a KID in this. Just give it up alright? Say it was a stork or something. Wait! Hold on! The fuck woman! Stop that, you're way too close… Stop wierding me out!"
Hana didn't say anything, too busy stalking Temari. The three dogs and their far too attentive stance weren't helping. She bumped into the pole of one of the gates and involuntarily turned around. Which wasn't too great an idea because when she turned around Hana was standing toe to toe with her with a smile evil enough to rival Tsunade's. She stood as close as she could without actually touching Temari. "Personal bubble. In the personal bubble now…"
Temari didn't like the glint in Hana's eye. "When are you going to meet my mother?"
"Hana? Will you listen to reason? I'm not going to marry you. Not ever."
"Hana! What are you doing here?" The new voice cut through the air.
They turned around in unison to see a guy in a parka with a dog on his head looking at them with the oddest expression. And two ominously familiar red markings on his face. Oh god…Family.So not good.Definitely not good, get the hell out of this position.
"Oh hey Kiba. This is the guy who knocked me up. We're not sure what to do now, but tell ma we plan to get married to get her off our backs, will ya?"
Temari stared at her in horror. How can she use words like we and our and holy mother of fucks married, so bloody easily? Kiba frowned, "He looks a bit young."
"Well what can one do? When you're in love, you're in love."
Temari felt like fainting. This can't be happening. It can't! She dropped her head in defeat. "Oh fuck."
She looked desperately at the boy, "This isn't what it looks like, I swear."
Kiba shot a knowing look at his sister, who just shrugged and smirked. Still way too close Temari for comfort.
Kankuro was going to laugh his ass off.
She was right. They sat in a loose circle in her room, Kankuro on the floor, laughing his ass off. Gaara sat opposite her on the bed, wearing a vaguely incredulous look. This was the most emotion she'd seen from him barring that one time the three of them had bawled their eyes out together. "The fuck, Kankuro."
"Oh Yuki, you playboy! A pregnant woman huh?" At this point he choked as another laugh fought to escape. Temari threw a pillow at him, hard, without any qualms. Gaara frowned. "There is a Kiba in my grade. He doesn't have a roommate so next year, I'll probably be in his room."
Temari looked at him in horror. Just then someone burst in quite happily yelling, "Yuki! I have come to bed you!"
"Tsunade sensei please." Temari looked a bit pained. She had had enough of Tsunade for a day. She had enough of women for the day.
Kankuro smirked from the floor, "Yuki isn't in the mood to play Teacher-Teacher, Tsunade sensei"
Tsunade pouted, "Aww, C'mon Yuki, onwards to the Café! You are to tell me how you thought of my school! Everything ok?"
Gaara looked up at her and stated matter-of-factly, "The teachers are odd, the students are all too rich but the school was surprisingly organized, with you as the Head."
Tsunade didn't look the least offended. "Oh, that's because Shizune takes care of the organizing bit. I pick the students and I pick the teachers from the group she has selected. We all work well together."
Kankuro stood up slowly, "Well that explains a lot."
"No it doesn't. I am still distressingly sober. Come on you two. Grab your brother; we're going to go get some drinks!"
Temari frowned, "It's a school night."
Tsunade grinned at her. But before she could say anything, Gaara butted in, "so?"
Kankuro was already half way out the door, "Never stopped her before."
Temari growled in irritation. "True."
"You brats! I believe you're finally getting to know me!"