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Shikamaru tensed in preparation, already feeling the subtle moves that his shadow was making as it began to wane and shrink away with a twang. He was seriously hating the trouble he was in.
"What are you gonna do?" Shikamaru asked desperately, aiming for distraction as his shadow disappeared. But it was a useless attempt for the crook smiled a devilish grin and swung his gleaming blade in quick arch before pointing it straight at Shikamaru. The speedy ninja lurched forward and Shikamaru barely was able to dodge the worst of the attack, but the attack still hit.
Shikamaru doubled over feeling pain at his side. He held his hands over the sore spot and winced. He removed one hand and came back with his whole palm covered in a red coating of dark liquid. Dark eyes heavy with determination, he lifted his eyes to face his opponent and tightened his mouth with the smallest amount of effort. In order to survive, let alone defeat this guy, he had to dodge any more attacks.
He ducked and hurled himself to the ground as the ninja sliced his sword through the air, snarling when he hit nothing but air. The ninja cursed under his breath and swung fast toward Shikamaru. Luckily, Shikamaru dodged to the side and the blade dug into the earth, causing bits and pieces of dirt and grass to fly.
"Why you little-" The ninja muttered getting ready for another hit as he held the blade over Shikamaru's head, "This time I won't miss. . . So long brat!"
Shikamaru was losing blood and losing it fast. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to move. He was weak from the blood loss, and he doubted that anyone would be able to help him in time. He closed his eyes in preparation and tried to stay awake but he knew he couldn't last much longer. As his mind faded into unconsciousness there was one stray thought and a sad one at that. I'm gonna miss you, Temari. .
The sharp blade sliced through the air as it headed to its destination. If it was any other ninja, they might have stopped and thought that the guy wouldn't be able to defend themselves and leave. But this guy was a sadist and he thrived on dishing out pain to others. He didn't care if this guy was out cold. He wanted the Leaf Nin to feel death for humiliating him like so. Blade shining, with a drip of blood on the edge, swooped down ready to kill the unconscious guy lying on the ground with blood still slowly pouring from his wound.
The blood dripped and painted the grass a horrid dark red stain. At the neck, a small but very sharp kunai blade was held at the throat, slight trickles of blood dripping onto the sharp end point of the dangerous weapon.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you," snarled a very aggressive low voice that trembled on the edges of rage. The enemy ninja tried to avoid gulping but failed and caused the kunai to slip slightly and cause another trickle of blood to escape, "And be quick about it."
The strong-willed Kuniochi that held her victim, tried her best not to shake with fury over the actions of this particular enemy ninja. And even though every part of her screamed to kill this stupid Nin, she prized herself on not listening to that very furious feeling. Temari was in a foul mood and her temper was not helping her headache. She kept back her urge to torture this guy knowing she'd have to leave that up to the Interrogation Corps.
Carefully grabbing the other hidden kunai from somewhere inside her kimono, Temari smacked him with the blunt handle of it and knocked him out cold. Even though her instints were to immediately head straight to Shikamaru, Temari knew she couldn't take the chance on having the ninja waking up. Trying not to think about Shikamaru without breaking down she started the usual steps for the enemy Nin.
Quickly going through the motions she patted him down for weapons and removed them just as swiftly before tying him very tightly with the very rope that she found on him. Very ironic, she supposed, considering the situation but that's what happened when a ninja underestimates another. Don't they even realize that a female ninja would be trained to subconsciously use their chakra to wake themselves up? But only if one's chakra wasn't dangerously low.
" Well, Kuniochi from Suna are trained in that way," She murmured before quickly rushing to Shikamaru's side. Temari stared in horror at the amount of blood he was losing, having not realized how serious his condition was. She pushed her hands on his wound and frantically attempted to stop the bleeding while making desperate throaty sounds in the back of her throat. His blood, which had been warm when she had first touched him, was swiftly turning cold upon her hands, and with stiff fingers she prodded a spot on his neck in order to check for a pulse.
At first she had felt nothing, not a single movement that would tell her that he was alive. But Temari couldn't push her heart to accept that, and she double checked even if it was hopeless. And that was when she felt a faint heartbeat but steady in its movements. With a half choking-sob, she leaned against his face and pressed her lips gently on one cheek in a sense of thankfulness. Shikamaru was alive. . . But suddenly a cold sense of dread filled Temari's heart. He was alive, but for how long? A cold bleak look removed the joy in her eyes, for how likely would it be that anyone would arrive in time?
She gently brushed her fingers through his hair and wished she could cry even if she had never been the weak crying sort. Strong and tough, that was what she had always been. Temari had cried a lot in the last few weeks but when she needed tears the most, her eyes had suddenly dried up. It was like a betrayal of sorts, not being able to cry when it truly mattered. She lowered her head and kept her gaze on Shikamaru, willing her love to wake up. Hoping he would lift those beautiful brown eyes to her, even if there was little hope that she would ever see those intelligent eyes focused on her again. . . .