Disclaimer: Like I said before, I don't own Naruto. If I did, I'd find some way to make it so that the Fourth Hokage is still alive.
Temari
sighed as she watched Shikamaru pace back and forth. They had been
waiting to hear about his best friend Choji's condition for well over
an hour. She was becoming irritated with his behavior. She breathed a
sigh of relief when he sat down, but he didn't stay still for long.
He proceeded to clasp his hands together and twiddle his
thumbs.
"He'll be fine, you know." She said in a cold
tone. He just looked at her and she softened slightly. "What are
you scared of? Getting hurt?"
His eyes narrowed but then he
glanced down at his hands and sighed. "I don't think I'm cut out
for this." At her raised eyebrow he continued. "Being a
ninja. A leader. I thought that maybe I was ready, but I guess I was
mistaken. I quit." He stood up.
Temari's mouth dropped open.
He was quitting?! She watched as the shadow ninja stood up, stuffed
his hands in his pockets, and shuffled away. Her expression fell as
she thought about the wonderful future he was throwing away. He had
been fine until they discovered how badly injured his friends were.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man who looked like an
older Shikamaru.
"That was pretty pathetic, Shikamaru. You
get yelled at by a girl and walk away." The man spoke.
"Yeah,
well, I'm not a girl. I don't want to argue. It's too
troublesome."
"You know, you could quit being a ninja.
Your friends would just get assigned to a new leader and then they
might all die! You're just a coward!"
Temari bit her lip as
she watched the boy's shoulders droop even more. She felt sorry for
him because she knew what it was like to have your father
disappointed in you. It had happened to her many times before. She
was about to say something when the door to her left opened and a
blonde woman wearing a low-cut shirt stepped out. Temari recognized
her as the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade.
"Choji's going to be fine."
The new Hokage walked over to the bench across from Temari and sat
down. "Thank you for the use of your medical book, Shikaku. You
obviously spent allot of time and effort with that."
Shikaku
smiled and nodded his head. "Thank you."
Just then, a
black-haired woman came running down the hall. "Tsunade, great
news! Neji Hyuga is in stable condition. And there's more. Kakashi
has returned with Naruto. Naruto's injuries are severe but he'll be
fine."
Tsunade sighed. "Well, Shikamaru, it seems as
though your mission was a failure. But everyone's alive. That's the
most important thing."
Temari shot a look at Shikamaru and
was startled to see his shoulders shaking. A closer observation of
him revealed tears coursing their way down his cheeks. Staring at him
transfixed, she almost missed hearing the words he spoke.
"Next
time, I will do it. I will do it with no mistakes."
That
night, as she lay on the bed in the hotel room she was sharing with
her brothers, her mind raced. It refused to shut down. Normally, she
could lie down and fall asleep within five minutes but not tonight.
Her tossing and turning caught Gaara's attention, as he was sitting
by the window since he never slept.
"What's wrong?" His
monotone voice broke through the silence.
Temari sighed. "I
don't know. There's just something about Shikamaru that intrigues me.
Maybe it's the way he walks or talks or...I don't know."
Gaara
was quiet for a moment. "Do you love him?"
Her gaze
jerked over to him. "Say what?! Now hold on, Gaara. Just wait a
minute. Do I love him? I don't think so. I mean, I hardly know him.
Besides, he's three years younger than I am and from a different
village." She was babbling but she didn't care.
"Hey,
I'm trying to sleep here. Shut up." Kankuro growled. "Go
talk somewhere else."
"Sorry, Sleeping Beauty. We'll be
quiet so you can get your beauty rest." She grinned.
"Haha.
Very funny, Temari. Now go away." He rolled over and was soon
breathing even again, indicating he was asleep.
"Let's take a
walk." The red-headed boy stood and crossed over to the door.
"That way we can talk and not disturb Kankuro."
Temari
shook her head ever so slightly. She still could not get used to the
change she saw in Gaara ever since that fight with the blonde-haired,
loud-mouthed brat, Naruto. A few weeks earlier, Gaara would not have
even considered Kankuro's feelings, much less actually want to talk
to her. She supposed this change in him wasn't that bad.
Once
outside, she breathed in the fresh air. It was a bit chilly, but
nothing compared to nights in the desert. She only wished that she
had brought an outfit that covered more of her legs rather than show
them off. She grinned to herself, remembering the occasional glance
she had received from Shikamaru during their journey back to his
village. That boy had had a difficult time keeping his gaze fixed
straight ahead and not on her chest or legs.
"It's nice out,
isn't it?"
Temari blinked. Gaara was noticing the weather?
And calling it 'nice'? "Uhh, yeah, I guess so."
"Temari,
do you believe in love?" He asked quietly.
She paused. "Well,
I suppose I do. Why do you ask?"
"I was merely
wondering. Do you feel loved?"
She stopped. "Gaara, even
though you may not feel loved, it doesn't mean you aren't loved. I
know that I haven't acted like I love you, but, and I'm ashamed to
admit this, I was scared of you." He looked at her intently and
she took that as a sign to continue. "I never knew what you were
going to do or how you would react so I stayed away."
"I'm
sorry I made you feel that way. I don't know how I can make it up to
you, but I'll try."
Temari felt her heart soften towards her
youngest brother. "Gaara, you don't have to make it up to me.
I'm the one who should be sorry. Maybe if I had tried to get close to
you-"
"No, Temari. If you had tried that, you would be
dead. But enough talking about that. I'm going back to the
hotel."
Temari opened her mouth but before she could say
anything, he disappeared in a cloud of sand. She frowned, wondering
if she had said something that might have caused him to leave
quickly.
"Hey, what are you doing still up?"
She
whirled around, a hand raising to her fan, and halted. "You're
lucky I didn't hit you or you would be in the hospital next to your
friend."
Shikamaru snorted. "You couldn't touch me with
that."
She raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Right." With
one smooth movement, she had her fan out and swung it hard. He ducked
to avoid it and she dropped down, kicking his legs out from
underneath him. He landed hard on his back.
"I told you that
you couldn't touch me with that." He smirked.
"It wasn't
my plan to hit you with it." Temari smiled wickedly as she knelt
beside him, leaned over, and kissed him. She felt him hesitate then
slowly start to respond. Her right hand slid up his chest, coming to
a rest on his cheek and turning his head so she could kiss him
better. His hands brushed against her waist as they traveled upward
to her neck. She growled when he skipped over her chest and attempted
to bite his tongue. Unfortunately, he withdrew his tongue and she
ended up biting her own. She pulled apart.
"That was
rude."
"And you trying to bite my tongue wasn't?"
He sighed impatiently.
"Well..."
"Troublesome
woman." He muttered, pushing himself up to lean on his
elbows.
"Uh-uh." Temari waved a finger at him. "I
want you down."
He groaned. "No. Temari, we're in the
middle of the street. Someone could see us."
"Awww. Poor
Shikamaru has a reputation to maintain?"
"Shut up."
He growled, his irritation rising. "What I meant was this isn't
the place to be kissing you."
"You need to liven up
some. Come on, be bold for once, Shikamaru!"
"I was bold
when I kissed you in that tree!"
"I'm sure that you can
be more bolder than that! For crying out loud, you won't even touch
me here!" Temari grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest.
She smirked at his wide-eyed expression. "Weren't expecting
that, were you?"
Shikamaru tried to yank his hand away and
she released it. "Temari, I'm only thirteen."
"It
doesn't make a difference. I was thirteen when I first made-out with
a guy. And he was four years older than me."
The shadow boy
gave her an incredulous look. "You were thirteen and you dated a
seventeen year old guy?"
"Yes. Stop looking at me like I
just grew a second head. I was raised differently. My mother died
when I was three and..." Her voice cracked and she broke off.
She didn't trust herself to keep talking.
"Temari, why don't
you cry?" He asked softly.
"Because I was trained not
to. It proves that I'm weak. And don't try arguing with me. You're
lucky that you could cry this afternoon and get away with it. You can
show who you really are and not worry about what people think about
you. I can't. The real me is hidden under years and years of
emotional training."
"Well, yeah, that may be true. But
I also wear a mask, I guess you could say. My lazy, carefree attitude
isn't the real me, either. But I think that if you dig deep enough,
you'll find who you really are." Shikamaru grasped her hand in
his.
"You really think so?" Temari looked hopefully down
at him.
"Yeah. But you don't have to do it alone. I'll help
you. And maybe together, we'll discover who we both are meant to
be."
"Thank you, Shikamaru." Temari whispered
softly. "You don't know how much that means to me." She
rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes, listening to
the sound of his heartbeat.
"You're welcome, you troublesome
woman." Shikamaru leaned back and closed his eyes. Within
minutes, they were both fast asleep, curled up together in the middle
of the street.
