Love's Misconstruities
Chapter 26
The group paced themselves, taking the full three days to arrive at their destination. Hinata's pains of leaving Konoha were replaced along the way with both anticipation and anxiety of her future. She was giving up all she'd ever known, everyone she'd taken for granted that she was able to see every day, all for one man and their unborn child…but Hinata convinced herself that there was no reason for a heavy heart because the future would be worth it. It was in Suna that she would start a new life far away from the heavy burdens of the Hyuuga clan and where she would ensure many more joyful days to come for her, Gaara, and their children.
Upon their arrival, the group was happily received by a small Suna welcoming party.
"Hinata-chan!" Matsuri called as the Leaf-nin made their way through the front corridor. She ran ahead of the rest of her group and made straight for Hinata, taking the older girl's arm in her own and chatting up a storm. "I'm so glad you're finally here! We need your help with the decorations."
"D-Decorations?" Hinata echoed as she was pulled away from her Konoha escorts by the overzealous girl.
"Of course! For your wedding! We've got a lot of questions about the color scheme and the flowers... We are limited here in Suna, after all. But this is Kazekage-sama's wedding so we have to do our best! Oh, and then there's the music and all the other preparations too," she continued, dragging the helpless bride-to-be with her.
"Tsk. Weddings are too troublesome," Shikamaru griped, eyeing a particular member of the welcoming party who was headed straight for him.
"Is that so?" Temari asked, a playful frown overlapping her pre-existent smug grin.
The boy nodded. "Yep. I'll never have one."
Temari only smiled knowingly. "Oh, really?" He nodded once more, defiantly confirming his answer. "We'll see about that. Come with me. We need to talk."
"I'll say. It's your fault I got dragged along on this assignment, isn't it?"
"Hmph! And I thought you'd be thanking me."
"Why the hell would I thank you?!"
This made Temari turn and stare at him as she realized that this wasn't the light-hearted banter they usually exchanged. She soon shook her head and shrugged, figuring that maybe she was just too on edge and hearing things wrong. "Men are so dense," she declared, walking away, knowing full well after that remark that the argumentative sexist Shikamaru would be right on her heels.
Naruto and Neji now found themselves alone with the remaining two Suna representatives.
"Where's Gaara?" Naruto inquired, anxious to see his friend again.
"Kazekage-sama will be in conference all day. He sends his apology that he is not here to welcome you himself," an older male chuunin informed.
Neji simply nodded, keeping as stoic a demeanor as ever. "May we be shown to our rooms?" he politely requested.
"Hai. If you would, please follow me. I will show you to them," the other representative, a young kunoichi, said, gesturing with her hands in the direction which she would lead them.
"When will Gaara be out of his meeting?" Naruto questioned the guides as they made their way through the large sandy village.
"Probably not till late into the evening."
"Hey, after he's done we should all get together and have dinner!" Naruto declared, nudging Neji excitedly with his elbow.
"Don't touch me," the jounin instructed, but the request went unheard as the genin was lost in his own thoughts.
"We can go to that one restaurant that we ate at last time! Remember? The one with the good hotpot and sushi and ramen?" he suggested, his mouth already watering at the thought. After a cheerful squeal, he continued. "Maybe they'll give us a discount again since we're friends of Gaara's!" he mischievously chuckled.
Neji sighed and called ahead to their guides. "Will we be expected to share a room?"
"We've made two rooms available for you. Will that be alright?" the female replied.
Neji eyed his blonde comrade. "Naruto, I believe that it would only be appropriate if I were to be the one sharing a room with Hinata-sama," he began, knowing full well that his cousin would be rooming with her fiancé. "You and Shikamaru should share the other room."
"OK!" he easily accepted, still grinning broadly and mumbling on about the plans he was making for everyone. Meanwhile, Neji silently made his own plans for a nice quiet evening alone. After having just spent the past three days traveling with the rambunctious blonde and Shikamaru, who'd complained constantly about everything since their departure, he felt he deserved it.
He still wondered just why Shikamaru had been invited since he was neither close to the bride nor the groom. The chuunin had accused Temari of it but Neji hadn't a clue why. All they seemed to do was argue, and as they both admitted and insisted, their relationship was purely one of friendship and rivalry at best.
"So what's so important that you needed to talk to me about in private? It'd better not be a further waste of my time," Shikamaru whined as Temari led him into her bedroom where she proceeded to shut the door behind them.
Now she knew she wasn't just hearing things. "Cut the crap already. You've been acting like a dick since you got here...well, more than normal, at least. Anyway, I'm sick of the attitude. I haven't done shit to deserve it."
The boy sulked and looked away, digging his hands even deeper into his pants pockets. She was right, he knew, but he just couldn't help but demean her and act like she was a bother; anything to hide the fact that, despite wishing to the contrary, he was actually happy to be around her, that he was grateful for the invitation to Suna, and even more excited that she was transferring to Konoha in Hinata's place. No, if she knew just how much she, a troublesome girl, affected him, Shikamaru knew that his balls would belong to her and he'd end up just like his father—a strong and brave man whose only fear was doing something that might anger his wife. Still though, the idea of someday settling down with Temari and having a family was something that made him smile more than cringe, and the logical part of him hated that, especially now that they were alone together in her bedroom. He soon began plotting to take advantage of the situation and still remain in control, but the ball was in Temari's court and she had the home-field advantage. Shikamaru liked those odds and had triumphed over them before, but he never could've seen the curve ball that Temari was about to hit him with.
Temari grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him close, staring him down. "If you've got somethin' to say to me, say it," she growled in her husky voice.
At this point, Shikamaru knew that whatever he said, whether complaint or compliment, would be met with hostility so he figured he'd let her do the talking. He shook his head and tried to seem as non-threatening as possible. Eventually he knew she would calm down and say whatever it was that she had brought him here to say. And depending on what that was, he would turn the situation around, perhaps even apologize a little, and then, when she let down her guard, he would have her.
And so, the chain of events began to unfold just as the boy genius had surmised. After studying his placid face for a while and growing tired of it, she pushed him away and sighed, beginning her process of cooling down as she paced around the room. Still he stood there, patient as ever as he watched his simple plan unfold.
"I've got something to say to you, and I'm not sure how well you're going to like it," she began, facing away.
Taking her word choice and tone of voice into consideration, he tried to speculate as to what she was about to say next. It obviously was something that he would consider 'bad news,' but whatever it was he was confident that he could turn it around. As she turned to face him with anxious and watchful eyes, he remained as neutral as possible.
"I'm pregnant," she finally declared.
Shikamaru finally dropped his guise, unable to hide his shock and confusion.
"What? …You shouldn't joke about that kind of thing," he remarked, at first unable to take her words as truth. Surely this was one of her games; some ruse to throw him off balance and give her the upper hand. When she frowned and became angry once again, he knew that she wasn't.
"Why the hell would I joke about something like this?!"
Shikamaru just shook his head, a frown appearing on his brow as well. "So what, are you trying to tell me that it's mine?"
"Who the fuck else's would it be?!"
The boy shrugged, becoming a bit angry himself. "Are you sure that you're... I mean, you couldn't just be-" Taking her seething glare into account, he decided to assume that she was, indeed, certain of the facts which she was presenting him. "But I don't understand how," he declared, now pacing around the room himself.
Temari's frown changed to surprise as she watched her boyfriend from across the room. "You know, for someone with an IQ of over 200, you sure are stupid, aren't you?"
"Those last few rounds were pretty exciting, don't you think? Especially the one that our Nozomi won over that Grass-nin," Temari gloated. "Kankurou would have been so proud to see her in action! Shinobi like her are what give our Puppet Brigade the reputation they have. I'll make sure that she's promoted when I confer with the council back home," she declared as they reached the steps to her temporary housing unit. "Well, what do you think? What was your favorite part?" she asked her escort.
"The closing ceremony," he answered with a yawn.
Playfully, she hip-slammed him into the railing of the stairs they were climbing. He responded with an irritated look but smiled as soon as she had turned away. "Why don't you come in?" she invited. "Join me for tea." With a casual shrug he accepted, forgetting to make even a small snide comment about her tea-making skills. She was wearing him down, and she knew it.
As the two sipped their tea, then later moved on to a bit of sake as they continued their celebrated of the completion of the Chuunin Exams, the young evening progressed into deep night. When Shikamaru realized the time, he grunted with displeasure. "My mom is gonna kill me if I walk in this late. How troublesome..."
"Then don't go home," Temari suggested.
"I'd really be in for it then."
"Not if I talk to her. Your mom likes me. I'll convince her to forgive you."
Shikamaru sat staring across the small table at the grinning blonde, contemplating her offer. At last he shrugged. "Sure, what've I got to lose?"
To this, Temari raised her eyebrows. "What indeed?" she mumbled under her breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing," she replied, standing. "I'm gonna change out of this formal wear," she began, stretching her back and pushing her endowed chest outward. "And don't get any funny ideas about peeking," she warned, though playfully.
"Wish I had a change of clothes," the boy whined, still decked out in his own dress clothes.
"If you're that uncomfortable, feel free to take them off," Temari offered, heading behind the wooden folding screen.
"Only if you do the same," he joked, never considering that the blonde may actually take him up on his offer. Moments later when she stepped out from behind the screen wearing nothing but her underclothes, he nearly choked on the sake he was drinking. For the first time in his life, Shikamaru could not even form one coherent thought. All he could do was stare and wonder if she was drunk. Temari snickered at his vacant expression and roving bulged eyes.
"Well?" she chimed, starting him back to reality. His gaze finally jumped from her curvy tanned body to her face where she looked at him expectantly. "Are you going to honor your part of the bargain or should I go back and change?"
The boy gave a lust-filled grin before hastily beginning to disrobe...and having some difficulty. Temari nearly doubled over laughing, watching as he struggled with the many buttons on his shirt.
"What the hell is so funny?" he growled, trying not to resort to ripping the difficult garment apart.
"You've single-handedly taken out a member of Akatsuki and now you're being defeated by a dress shirt," she laughed heartily.
"Shut up!" he yelled, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. When all the buttons had been conquered he peeled the shirt from his body and threw it across the small room. He stood then, dancing his way out of his black slacks.
By now, Temari had stopped her laughing as she took in the sight of the younger boy before her. Though, as she watched him struggling with his pants, watching as toned muscles played under his tight pale skin, she realized that he wasn't so much a boy anymore as he had been when they'd first met. He was almost a grown man now and his body was finally catching up to hers in maturity, much to her delight. She walked the distance around the table and was standing beside him by the time he'd defeated his last enemy. Standing only in a pair of thin cloth boxers, it was now her turn to rove her eyes over him. She kept a small grin on her face all the while, and by the time she met Shikamaru's expectant gaze, she shrugged.
"Eeh," she commented with an unimpressed shrug, to which she laughed after seeing his frown. But he knew better than to retaliate and jokingly comment about a woman's body...especially when the prospect of getting laid was at hand. Within the last year, whenever they'd been able to meet up they'd taken things a step further each time. Recently, they'd worked up to some serious making out and Temari allowing him to cop a feel of her breasts, but they had yet to take things all the way. Was this just another step that she would allow him to take now or would she let him have her tonight, he wondered.
"You know, you're not being very fair," he pointed out.
"What do you mean?" she inquired, drawing closer to him. He backed up a step in order to keep her from silencing him with a kiss just yet.
"You have on two articles of clothing and I've only got one."
Temari grinned at him and shook her head. "Feel free to put something back on."
"I think you should take something else off," he pushed, grinning himself.
"Do you? And what would you suggest that I remove?" she questioned, cocking her head to one side. Shikamaru just grinned wider, but before Temari could question him, her bra came undone from behind. She looked to his feet to see his shadow extending behind her and stared up at him. "Now that isn't fair." He shrugged but did not apologize. She gave a small laugh as she allowed the garment to fall to the floor, revealing herself to the sneaky shadow user. After he'd taken in enough of her beauty with his eyes, he wanted to explore her with some of his other senses. He closed the distance between them and kissed her, softly at first, but growing more deeply soon enough as he pressed a hand to her side. Disappointingly, she jumped and broke the kiss.
"Your hands are cold!" she exclaimed.
"They'll warm up soon," he assured, forcing her back into a kiss once again. Though she squirmed at first, she soon melded back into his embrace. Shikamaru was at least kind enough to let his hands warm themselves a bit on the blonde's steamy backside before moving them to her front and exploring there. Putting just a few inches of space between their bodies, he slid his cool hands over her tight abs and up her chest, cupping the large mounds there. As he massaged them gently, he found Temari drawing him deeper into the kiss, as if trying to encourage him. He flicked his cold thumbs over her large erect nipples, causing her to gasp in his mouth, the sensation momentarily overwhelming her. Figuring that she liked it, he did so again. This time, the kunoichi broke the kiss with a soft moan. With his own mouth now free, Shikamaru bent down to taste one of the delicate pink delights, still continuing to massage the other.
Her breaths now coming quicker and her knees feeling weak, she grabbed onto the chuunin's shoulder with one hand for support, the other behind his head, kneading through his rough unruly hair, urging him to continue. The sensation of both hot and cold at each of her sensitive nipples was driving her up a wall. As he switched nipples, it was almost more than Temari could bear and she felt herself stagger. Shikamaru stood and steadied her, an amused expression on his face.
"You okay?" he asked, delighted that he could have such a powerful effect on the strong Suna jounin.
"Shut up! It's the sake," she replied with a lie, her face beginning to redden as she couldn't hide her weakness from the boy. She had always prided herself on being stronger than him, always one step ahead, but now there was no disputing that she could be brought to such a low state of stability by this meager chuunin.
Allowing her a moment to recover, he decided to move the table and take the liberty of rolling out her large futon so they would be more comfortable. Once set, he had Temari sit on it and knelt in front of her. They stared at each other for a second, the moment of passion having been interrupted, and seemed embarrassed. They both laughed softly at their awkwardness, but stopped as Shikamaru moved in for another kiss. Again, his hand found her supple breast, and hers on him as well.
Tracing the lines of his abs, he chuckled into her mouth as she tickled him. Realizing that it was not the reaction she wanted, she decided to take a brave leap forward and remind him that she wasn't powerless to affect him either. She continued south, finding the bulge in his shorts and brushing against it. This time, it was Shikamaru who gasped, positioning himself closer to her and giving her a better angle, trying to encourage her exploration. Rubbing her hands up and down the length of it, she found that he was already hard and taut with desire. Grasping his shaft through the fabric, she continued her slow strokes, loving how with every succession each breath came just a bit quicker than the last.
That was it. He wanted to go all the way tonight and he wouldn't settle for anything less. But he knew from experience that if he were to be successful in his mission, Temari had to feel like she was the one in charge and making the decisions. If he initiated it, she may just decide to be cruel and deny him. She did, after all, get a sick amusement from asserting her power over him and making him suffer. So far this method had worked to his advantage. Every step forward they'd moved had been initiated by Temari, but only through careful plotting by the genius. So how to ensure that he would get laid tonight?
"I...I don't know about this," he panted, breaking the fierce kiss.
"What? What are you tensing up for?"
He looked away, trying to convince her with his body language. "I mean...maybe I'm a little...scared..."
"Scared?! Of what? Me?"
"No, I mean... This is...my first time...having sex," he softly admitted.
"...Mine too, dumbass."
Shikamaru shouted for joy on the inside as with that statement she had confirmed that they would be going all the way. Now to complete the deal. "Maybe I'm afraid that I won't be any good."
"That's not something a man is supposed to say!"
"Hmph. Is that what I get for being honest?" he whined, trying to sound hurt by her words.
"No..."
"Look, just...be gentle with me or something, okay? Cut me some slack."
The blonde just laughed. "It's not like I can really compare you to other lovers...yet," she joked. "Look, just...kiss me, okay?"
And the two locked in another deep kiss. By making her think that she was now in the lead and closing the deal, Shikamaru waved goodbye to his virginity.
Temari, realizing she would, like always, have to be the brave one and take the lead, traced a finger under the chuunin's boxers.
"Do you...want me to take them off?" he innocently asked between kisses.
"Mmmhm," she murmured back.
Breaking away from her lips once again, he stood and forced himself not to tear them from his body. He was playing the part of the hesitant partner in need of coaxing so he couldn't seem too eager. He faced away from her and slowly lowered them, gingerly lifting each foot out before adding them to his pile of clothes in the corner. Turning to face her, he began to kneel down once more, but she stopped him.
"No, stay there," she commanded, drawing herself closer on her knees. His proud stiff member staring straight at her, and her right back, the boy couldn't help but play his part now and blush. Temari convinced herself that there was no reason to be hesitant; that, though this was her first time, it was his as well so even if she was no good, maybe he wouldn't notice. Besides, it was time for him to feel weak in the knees. Wrapping her lips around his thick sensitive head, she rolled her tongue over it, the salty taste of precum pouring over her taste buds. Still, it wasn't unpleasant, and she took more of him into her mouth.
Having her hot and wet and tight around him as she devoured his shaft, he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. Just the sight of her servicing him like this was enough of a power trip to make all the years of lost arguments and debates well worth it. She worked her way up and down his solidness in a steady rhythm, with each turn taking just a bit more of him in until she was able to withstand his entire length. Still, she moved at a slow and steady pace and, as good as it felt, each minute more that went by made it harder for Shikamaru not to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth more quickly. But he knew if he did that she would get pissed and kick him out…if she didn't kill him first. Instead, when he could take no more, he lay both palms on the sides of her face, drawing her back from him and kneeling before her once again.
Having not gotten quite the reaction that she'd hoped from the boy, she searched his face to find just how bad a job she'd done. But the chuunin gave her a lazy, lust-filled grin and sighed.
"Much more of that and I would've come without doing anything for you," he lied while opening her mind to his suggestion of moving on to something that would involve the both of them.
Temari smiled at the report and responded, "We can't have that, now can we?" as she pulled him in close for a kiss, but turned her head at the last moment. "Oh," she whispered, settling herself backward onto her lower back as she swiftly removed her last article of clothing. "I suppose I should be fair, shouldn't I?"
Shikamaru nodded, taking the panties from her hand and flinging them off to the side. He leaned forward, readying himself to position over her, but she sat up, catching him off guard and pushed him forcefully onto his back. When he looked up at her wondering just what the hell she was doing, she flashed him a cocky grin and straddled his upper legs, putting a finger to his chest while her other hand grabbed his cock.
"I'm gonna make sure you pleasure me right since you're apparently not any good," she said with a grin, lifting herself upward and guiding his solid length into her hungry wet opening. Slowly she lowered herself upon him, the young man under her watching with wild eyes, regretting his words earlier. While he was enjoying himself, he wanted to play on his terms.
As the blonde forced him into submission he thought that he may go crazy if things didn't start to move at his pace soon, but the sight of her naked atop him was tantalizing to say the least. Even hotter and tighter than her mouth, he was in ecstasy. But as he watched, amid all the sensations thrilling throughout his body, his brain still found something to ponder about. But he knew better than to bring it up now.
Bending over him and pulling Shikamaru up a bit so they could kiss, she continued her maddening pace making sure that the angle and depth were to her complete enjoyment. She quivered with pleasure and a moan escaped her, and that was when Shikamaru could take no more. He'd let her have things her way for long enough. Now it was his turn. Using his Kage Mane no Jutsu he captured her, freezing her in place momentarily.
"Shika-"
"Shhh. It's my turn now," he declared, rolling them over and assuming the dominant position. With his technique still in place, he thrust into her, and in turn she raised her hips to meet him. Supporting himself only with one arm, he used his other to massage her breast once again as he slammed hard and deep into her, shuddering now from the pleasure.
"Fuck!" Temari whispered, though from the tone of her voice, it was not out of pain. Her breaths became more ragged and her insides tightened around Shikamaru's cock as he rocked her into a fierce climax, loving each and every moan that he was able to force out of her. He rode her climax, his fast approaching as well. Trying to maintain his cool and ride hers out till the end, he struggled to appease them both. When at last he felt his body give way to the pleasure, he pulled himself from her, coming all over her legs, and released his jutsu, rolling over flopping onto his side beside the panting blonde.
For a time, not a word was said as the two stared deeply into the other's eyes.
"Heh," Shikamaru finally began, breaking the silence. "I bet you didn't plan on this happening when you invited me up for tea."
Now it was Temari's turn to laugh. "The hell I didn't!"
Shikamaru's face sobered. "What?"
"It's about time we finally did this. I've been waiting forever."
"What?" he asked again, incredulously.
"If it were up to me, I would've fucked you a long time ago. But you couldn't even work up the courage to kiss me until last year. I've had to wait for you to grow up enough to be ready for it. It hasn't exactly been easy."
"You're bullshitting me. Every time I tried to make a move you'd laugh at or insult me!" he cried back in disbelief.
"Because you went about it like a wimp! It's…well…been a fantasy of mine for you to finally grow a pair and take the lead," she admitted, blushing. "I thought you were going to tonight, but…oh well. I got what I wanted in the end."
Sitting up, Shikamaru shook his head, laughing to himself. "You mean I could've had you a year ago?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. She propped herself back on her elbows and nodded, a satisfied smile still planted firmly on her face. "Fuck!" he laughed, shaking his head once again. Women really were a pain in the ass…but he now understood his father's words of why they were worth the trouble. When that realization had cleared his mind, another one resurfaced from earlier. "Temari,"
"Hm?" she responded, tracing a finger over his chest.
"Was this really your first time?"
"Ha! Why do you ask? Was I really that good?"
"Well, yeah, but… Your…you know… Hm. How should I say this? It just seemed like…like you were…I dunno…like it wasn't your first time having…"
"You mean that my cherry was already popped?" she clarified, her face still holding an expression of amusement from watching him dance around the issue. When the boy nodded, she grinned. "Well I had to do something while I was waiting for you," she declared. When his expression turned serious and somewhat hurt, she explained further. "I didn't go whoring myself out, if that's what you're thinking. I just…got a…toy. You know. Girls, unlike guys, need them sometimes. We can't always take care of our needs with just a hand."
"You've been using a dildo?" he asked, astonished.
"Yeah," she replied as though there was no need to be so surprised.
When he'd calmed a bit, a grin returned to his lips. "Well, you won't be needing that anymore."
"Only if you plan on moving to Suna with me," she declared. "There's no way I could go months without orgasming. I'd like to see you try, too."
"Okay, okay…fair enough."
"So…what do you think of that, anyway?"
"I said it was fair, didn't I?"
"No… Moving to Suna, I mean. That way we could be together more often than a few times a year."
To this, Shikamaru cringed. "I don't want to move," he stated distastefully. "As troublesome as it is being a part of this village, this is where my friends and family are. I'm not leaving."
"Not even for me?" Temari questioned, happiness draining from her features.
Shikamaru turned toward her now as he responded. "Would you really put me in the position of choosing between you and my family and village?"
"Someday I may have to. And I think I'll win in the end," she finished, forcing a grin as she tried to bring some humor to the issue at hand. She wouldn't push him for an answer now, and perhaps if he wouldn't leave his village, she could join him in Konoha instead. But now was not the time. Things were troubled as it was with all the Akatsuki business, and Suna was low on shinobi. For now it was out of the question so she would let the situation rest until things changed.
Shikamaru couldn't believe his ears. No sooner than she thought she'd hooked him with sex, she'd tried to make him give up everything else that he held dear. Did she really think that she could have such power over him? It was true that he'd been slacking lately and hadn't been putting up as much of a fight as he usually did, but perhaps he had been wrong to do so. He was a man of the Nara clan and he would never let a woman rule over his life like his father had allowed his mother to. Indeed, he'd have to teach Temari otherwise and keep her at arm's length for a while.
But for tonight, the two cleaned up and grabbed what sleep they could before the sun came up.
"No, I'm not saying that I don't understand how this happened," Shikamaru whined back to the insulting girl before him. "What I meant was that I pulled out."
"Apparently not in time."
Asserting his innocence and claiming not to be the father would only prove disastrous if he decided to press the issue further and he knew it, despite his certainty that he'd pulled out on time. All he could do now was be a man and take some responsibility. "Apparently not," he conceded with a long and drawn out sigh.
"So what are you going to do about it?" she asked, trying to remain strong, but the tension in her voice betrayed her.
"What do you mean? There's not a whole lot I can do about it, is there?"
Temari shook her head. "What do you want me to do about it then? Is that a better question?" Shikamaru looked at her blankly, not fully understanding what she meant. Realizing the boy was clueless she decided to spell it out for him, raising her voice in anger and frustration. "Do you want me to get rid of it or not, Shikamaru?"
"Get rid of it?" he echoed. "Hell, I don't know. It's your body."
"Tell me what you want me to do. It doesn't mean that I'm going to do it, but I have to know what you want because you're just as involved in this as I am."
"Fuck. This is too troublesome," he muttered. "I need time to think," he answered, turning away from her and heading toward the door.
"Shikamaru," she called, almost pleading for him not to go, but he did not answer. He just left. From the other side of the door, he could hear the sounds of a violent rampage occurring in the room behind him. No doubt Temari was throwing a fit, but he needed time to regroup. He had a lot to think over and come to terms with.
Translations/Term Definitions...in no particular order:
- Kage Mane no Jutsu: The Nara clan's Shadow Copy Technique. It binds the enemy and forces them into the same motions that the user is doing.