Temari

I woke up from an earthquake that happened to be Shikamaru, rocking my bed with his foot. I cursed at him and told him to go away, but he insisted I have to get up to go to school.

- Are you crazy, I don't have to go to any school! Fuck off already!

- Well you have to, if you want to create your own school in a year, silly. – He gave me a cocky smile. Bastard.

- Did you just call me silly? Ohh I'm sooo gonna kill you… - I mumbled into my pillow.

- Yeah I think you'll have to get up first if you want to execute your murderous intentions on me.

I stretched and opened my eyes, checked the time. It was 7:30.

- When do we have to be at the academy? – I frowned.

- 7:45. – He said in a matter-of-fact voice.

My eyes grew wide in terror and I was in a shower in less than 30 seconds, done in 5 minutes with my hair still wet and no make-up on. I managed to sip some coffee and eat a sandwich while Shikamaru was following me with his eyes and chuckling.

- Didn't you put up an alarm? – he asked.

- I did. I just don't remember it going off… - I shrugged.

He just sighed at me, inspecting me with his eye. I was wearing my dark brown uniform dress with deep cleavage on top of a fishnet blouse that didn't cover that much. I grabbed my fan and we set out towards Academy.

I have never been inside of the academy before. It had many classrooms, a big hall and a canteen. Shikamaru was holding a lesson for a 2nd years in classroom No4. We went there and he put up a chair next to his while we waited until the class gets full. I could tell all the children were staring at me cautiously, and Shikamaru leaned towards me:

- Try NOT to look angry and scary…

Which made me even angrier, of course. And he knew it, so he grinned.

Shikamaru introduced me as a kunoichi from a neighbor village who came here to see how our school works so they can create similar school for the village of Sand.

- Hello everyone, my name is Temari. You will be seeing me this semester so I hope we will get along. – I smiled a sincere smile, since what I was saying was true. I saw children expressions getting a bit softer, so maybe they didn't see me as a such scary person after all.

I walked towards a shy-looking boy sitting in the first row and asked if I can sit next to him. He shyly nodded his head, so I slid behind the desk, getting ready to see what Shikamaru is about to teach us. Seeing what I did he just raised an eyebrow at me.

Apparently, last week he handed out a "situation" and asked them to come up with a solution to it. It was about a mission of three man cell getting in trouble and one of the shinobis had to choose whether to save a life of his comrade or obey the rules, which would mean leaving his comrade to die. He invited students one by one to read their solutions and then discussed it with a whole class, gently explaining pros and cons of a student's answer, without making them feel too proud or disappointed. At the end of the class he would summarize the most important things. I had to acknowledge that this was an interesting lesson even for me. I asked the boy sitting next to me his name. It was Aki.

- Hey Aki, did you notice that your teacher's head looks like a pineapple? – I asked him silently.

The boy looked at me, then at Shikamaru. His eyes became wide and he started silently chuckling, covering his mouth. Shikamaru slowly turned his head towards our table, looked at the chuckling boy and at me – I was grinning like crazy. His eyes narrowed and he kept staring at me, trying to figure out what's going on. I held my eyes fixed on him too even though that made my stomach curl into a little ball for some reason. Soon he started handing little ninja-to-bes their homework for tomorrow, and while giving one for Aki, he looked into my eyes. The look pierced me.

After the lesson Shikamaru had a break so we went to teachers' room. I met Kakashi, Gai, Kurenai and many other older senseis as well as several younger ones like Shikamaru – it was Kiba and Sakura. Both were surprised to see me here, so we had a little catch up chat, after which Shikamaru grabbed my hand and led me into the mini kitchen. He pushed me against the wall and I was about to protest but he stood in front of me, looking down into my eyes. When did he get this tall? He was close, very close, and I felt myself blushing. My heart sank to my heels as he ran a finger up my neck, lifted up my chin and grinned:

- Do you mind telling me what was so funny? – His eyes were still glued to mine and I couldn't think straight. This closeness was affecting me, making me feel like I'm not myself anymore. My heart was beating so fast I really thought he could hear it.

- Ahhh… No. – I answered him, trying to get back to my normal self. I grinned back.

- Oh. Too bad then. – He leaned towards me, his eyes jumping from my eyes to my lips. This time I really thought he was about to kiss me. Part of me backed away and stuck to the wall, afraid of the sudden change of his behavior, but the other part wanted to grab his ponytail right now and pull his mouth onto mine. I felt like the fear is paralyzing me, and I couldn't move. I whispered:

- Why is that? – I could feel his breath millimeters away from my mouth and my own breaths were anything but rhythmical. The moment was so thrilling, my whole body tensed up, impatiently waiting for something to happen.

He suddenly turned my head to the side so his lips were almost touching my ear:

- You're a smart girl, you can figure it out yourself. – He whispered… and walked away.

I closed my eyes almost painfully and released a deep sigh. My legs were trembling from being strained unnaturally and I could feel my faced was flushed.

Was this his revenge? I felt devastated. I just showed him how easily I would give myself up to him. We both knew I wanted him to kiss me; there was no point in denying that. But the fact that I was attracted to him came as a surprise for myself. Sure, he has grown into a fine man, smart, tall, muscular and all, maybe it's not so shocking I wanted him physically. But he is, I mean, was not supposed to find out! Earlier than me! I felt simply tricked.

But that's alright. As he said – I'm a smart girl. I noticed the way he stares as me and tenses up whenever I brush my hand against him unintentionally and has a difficult time concentrating on my eyes, especially when I'm wearing this dress. I can treat him with his own medicine.

Game on, boy!