Follow the Sun, Excerpts of Time

Installment 4; Part 2

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Pretty little thing, isn't she?

It hadn't been the first time those words had made rounds in Gaara's mind, and he was sure this wouldn't be the last, but he wasn't so sure that they fit her as well anymore. Pretty? Of course, he'd settled that a while ago, but little? Though his vertical growth had outdone her own, she indeed stood taller than she had in his earlier memories of her, though she was no longer able to look him squarely in the eyes as she once had. Her face had changed too, but so subtly that he wasn't really sure until he took another look at the old and creased photo he still carried. She wasn't so rounded in the face anymore, her chin and jawline seemed more angled than they had before, and he was sure that her cheekbones hadn't been so prominent.

Some things were still the same, however. Her eyes were still just as vibrant and vivacious, her lips curved into that captivating smile all the same, and she still wouldn't hesitate to throw it his way.

No, perhaps pretty didn't do her justice any longer, perhaps she was more so-

"Thanks for lunch," Sakura said from his side, a casual glance landing on him for a moment.

Gaara nodded, turning his focus away from her and back out to the open desert that stretched before them. "It was nothing."

Sakura's arrival to Suna had been swift and effortless once she'd run into Gaara and he'd taken them to the eastern gates where a team of guards was stationed for duty. She handed over her entry pass, signed by the Hokage and permitting her to stay, and it was filed for their own record keeping. Once documented, she and Gaara made a straight course for his home where she relieved herself of her pack and changed her clothes before they headed out for lunch.

It was like Deja Vu to be back in the market again, the aroma in the air conjuring memories of her last time through the crowded streets, and it wasn't at all difficult to convince Gaara to show her the way to the vendor she'd eaten at before. It was his favorite if she remembered correctly. It had taken some time to get there as Sakura easily became distracted by almost anything that the local artisans were selling, but she savored every step through the market as they went. The food had intrigued her endlessly, as well as the craftsman boasting their art, and a few patrons had given her strange side glances as she mentioned what she liked and what fascinated her to Gaara. The looks only got stranger as they rested on him, as he wasn't one to so willingly entertain foreign guests, but he didn't mind. She was off to another stand just as quickly as she'd settled on the last, and eventually, they disappeared in the mingling crowd with Gaara patiently leading the way.

Soon enough, their destination came into view; the painted awning of the shop flapping in the breeze and garnering lots of hungry attention. The two young men working the grills were fiercely efficient and Gaara and Sakura quickly made their way through the line of people. The woman running the place, just as dusty blonde and sun-kissed as ever, nearly picked Sakura out of the crowd and ushered them over to the side for a personal greeting.

"You're back!" she said with a wide grin, her eyes darting between them both.

Sakura had returned her smile and was genuinely surprised that the woman had remembered her. They had only spoken once before, and she was sure she hadn't left that big of an impression. "Of course," she replied, her hand slipping to the fresh water at her side. "I just couldn't stay away."

The woman's eyes rested on Gaara a moment, very clearly trying to hold back a smirk, before returning to their guest once again. "Glad to see we haven't scared you off."

Sakura laughed; a bright and airy gift the ears around them. "Oh goodness, no! You'll have to try harder for that."

"Here on business?" she asked, pulling a small rag from her apron to wipe down her sweaty palms.

Gaara answered for her, as Sakura had taken an untimely drink from her canteen. "Leisure," he said evenly. "A few days."

The woman looked at him squarely, her lips pursed in just a little bit of thought. "But none for you?" she questioned.

There was such a knowing quality to her voice and such a truth to her words that Gaara wondered if perhaps he came here too often, clearly the woman could read him. "I'm afraid not," he answered, following his words with a glance to his side.

Sakura looked up at him, her canteen left uncapped and a sudden dejection to her eyes. "You didn't get off?" she asked, her voice higher and softer than before.

Damn.

Gaara turned to face her a little more. "I should keep up on my assignments."

Sakura frowned, her brow scrunching together. "You've known long enough, did you even ask?"

The woman across the counter folded her arms. "To be fair," she began. "Gaara's very good at what's needed of him," she offered.

Sakura only rolled her eyes and looked up at Gaara very skeptically. "Only you?" she challenged. "There's not one person who could fill your shoes for three days?"

"Well, honestly," Gaara said, hoping the slight lift in his voice would lighten her mood with him. "I'd like to think not."

"That's entirely too egotistical of you," Sakura said pointedly, not wanting to outright admit that the woman was right; Gaara was good at what he did.

He shrugged in response, unapologetic of his talents to the end. "I'll see you plenty."

"Fine," she said, a mock little sigh leaving her lips on the word. "Pick something for me while I get a cold tea," she instructed, turning away from him in what he could only describe as a show of defiance. She smiled to the woman at the counter, promising to be back again before starting off to another stand.

"She's upset you didn't take time off for her visit," said the woman from across the counter, her voice very flat and deadpan.

"Thank you," Gaara said, his words a little strained as he tried to keep down his grimace. He turned to look at her. "I can see that."

She paused a moment as if to study him, and then that smooth, almost knowing tone came back to her voice. "So, a spicy special and a veggie curry."

Gaara sighed, perhaps he did come here too often. "Sure."

Sakura had returned shortly after with a chilled tea and a freshly pleasant smile. With their food ready, Gaara had shown her out of the market and to the trail up the northern wall. They sat along the base of the trail, there was a bench and some tables there, and enjoyed their meal in relative solitude. She had been hungry, that much was clear, and within only a short while she had spilled the details of her travel thus far while simultaneously stuffing her mouth with food. Gaara only sat in a sort of obedient quiet, content to just listen to her as he picked over his plate.

It was after they finished that Sakura allowed him to show the way up the wall, to sit and watch the sands until Temari's return later in the afternoon.

The desert was still, only the dusting of sand and the whistling of the winds were out in that great wide open country, but even so, it was beautiful. It was the emptiness, the mystery, the haunting enchantment of the dunes that had called her away from home, and so eager she had been to leave the friendly and familiar behind in its favor.

She glanced to her side, to where Gaara sat intently watching the lands of his country. Perhaps it hadn't been just the arid land that had beckoned her away from home, perhaps it had been something else as well.

There was a crackle between them and Gaara quickly responded to the radio left lying on the ground.

"Gaara?" the speaker buzzed, a familiar voice joining the two of them.

Gaara picked up the radio and handed it over to Sakura, she could answer his sister, it's what Temari was really after anyway.

Sakura pressed the receiver and spoke into the mic. "Temari!" she greeted with a smile that was sure to echo in her voice. "It's Sakura!"

"Hey, hun!" Temari greeted, the clarity of her voice harboring the same excitement. "It's good to hear your voice, are you in the city?"

"Mhmm, Gaara picked me up and we went for lunch. Will you be back soon?" she asked, all too eager to catch up with her friend in person.

"Oh, good!" Temari exclaimed. "I'm glad you ate. I'll pay you back, Gaara," she promised, knowing full well that he could hear her. "We're just getting to the gates, come meet us at the squad station in, oh…ten minutes?"

"We'll be there," Sakura affirmed. "See you soon!"

The radio line clicked off and Sakura returned Gaara's radio.

"They made good time," he mentioned, surprised they were able to shave an hour off their usual run time. "She must be excited to see you."

Sakura grinned back, a quirky sort of sass on her lips. "She better be."

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"There's my girl!"

Sakura couldn't help but smile widely as she stepped away from Gaara and the sand that settled around them, the arm at her waist slipping from her with no resistance.

Temari was upon her within a moment, her arms thrown tightly around her friend's shoulders as they shared an affectionate squeeze. "I'm so glad you're here!" she said, her cheek pressed against Sakura's.

"Thanks for having me," Sakura said, her eyes sliding to Kankuro as well as she drew out of the hug. "I'll try not to be such a bother this time around."

Kankuro snorted a laugh. "Bother or not," he said as he approached her, his field gear already off and left behind. "You're always welcome."

Sakura gave him a quick hug, one that he returned with a single arm thrown about her shoulder and just the slightest squeeze. "Let me know when I need to return the favor," she said to Temari. "I don't have a spare room but you could sleep in my bed. Just keep it in mind."

Temari nodded and ushered her forward. Her team had relieved themselves of their gear and were quickly dispersing, but there remained a select few that lingered to the side, waiting patiently for their turn to greet their foreign guest.

Niko approached with a hesitant yet happy smile and Miller hung close to her side. "Hey," she greeted with a small wave. "It's good to see you again."

Sakura nodded with a smile. "You too, I hope you've been well."

"Very," Niko agreed. "I'm glad you came in today. I'll be heading back to the country tomorrow to spend some time with my family and was afraid I'd miss you." This seemed to embarrass her, or at least cause her to feel awkward, as she quickly followed up before Sakura could answer. "The caravans are moving on soon, traveling east for the season, and being a navigator I-"

"All right, that's enough," Miller interjected rather unceremoniously. "You can tell her later. Sakura!" he exclaimed after silencing Niko's ramble before it could begin. His arms were tight around her waist within an instant, an eager and wholehearted embrace that lifted her from the ground and squeezed a genuine and bright laugh from her lungs.

"Miller," she said in her laugh. "Hello!"

Gaara was nearly stumped, entirely caught off guard by the way Miller had approached her. So comfortable and confident, no hesitation or second thought, and to see how happy she became because of it. Once again he resisted the urge to crack his knuckles and looked to the side, attempting to hide his expression if his face had suddenly gone as sour as his mood.

Miller set Sakura down, holding her for an extra moment as she returned his hug with her own.

Maybe it was the late afternoon sun or the light sheen of sweat across her brow, but to Gaara, it looked as though she was positively glowing when she pulled back and looked up at him.

"It's so good to see you again," he said. "Thanks for getting the captain off my back for a few days," he jeered, throwing an unapologetic grin to the woman in question. Temari only rolled her eyes at the statement.

"No runs while she's away?" Sakura questioned.

Niko shook her head. "Not that, just a different captain to fill in for her."

"Yeah," Miller agreed. "But they're always late so at least I'll get to sleep in a little." Sakura nodded, thinking back to the early mornings she'd spent waiting on Kakashi in the past. "So we're going out tonight, right?" he said, an insistent hopefulness beaming in his eyes.

Sakura pulled her brow together, confused, and looked back to Temari. She shared the same hopeful look as her subordinate. "Out?"

Temari began to respond but Miller, enthused as he was, took it upon himself to explain. "A brother of mine works the doors at a local spot downtown. I persuaded him to let you girls in and the bar doesn't card once you're inside."

"Oh," Sakura said, her eyes widening in realization. "That kind of out."

"Exam time must have you stressing pretty bad," he noted. Sakura shrugged and looked to down, nodding in agreement. From the side, Gaara stifled a sudden grimace, only now realizing he'd been the last to hear of Sakura's stresses. "You gotta let that go, it's a vacation, hunny! No better way to start than with a stiff drink."

Temari placed a hand to Sakura's arm. "Please?" she asked. "It'll be fun!"

Gaara decided to break his silence and interjected. "Temari," he addressed, his stern voice earning the prompt attention of his sister. "You've only got a few more months, you can't wait?"

"I assure you, she'll be fine," Miller said without skipping a beat. "It's the middle of the week, no one's gonna be there to tattle on her."

Gaara shared a look with him before looking back to his sister. "You could be reprimanded," he reminded her. "And so could she." He looked over to Sakura, catching a glimpse of the interest filling her eyes, and knew his argument would only fall on deaf ears.

"As he said, we'll be fine," Temari said, hooking an arm around Sakura's and throwing her younger brother a defiant look undercut with vibrant happiness. "It's my vacation too, you know."

Miller grinned, knowing quite well that the captain was on his side and she had been ever since he'd mentioned it to her on their run that afternoon. "Great! I'll meet up with you guys later," he said, grabbing his personal belongings and leaving his field equipment behind.

"Don't be late," Temari said, eager to finally have a chance to leave her responsibilities behind and unwind with her team, with her friends, and feel normal for once.

It hadn't been only Gaara that lived a life under monumental expectations, all three of them had, and the older she got the more determined she was to grab onto life outside of the missions and training, the drills and bureaucracy. She'd already thought to when Sakura would be old enough to go out with her whenever they pleased, and there was a sake bar built in a cherry orchard that was a very high priority on her list of things to do in Konoha when she herself got a proper vacation away from home.

But, until then, a hole in the wall a few blocks from home would have to do.

Miller strode off with Niko in pace beside him, leaving just Sakura and her hosts back at the squad station. He'd agreed to help her settle her things and pack for her own trip home, freeing up her evening to join them for a drink or two.

"Sounds fun," Sakura mentioned as she turned to Temari. "Just us then?"

Kankuro answered her with mock upset. "I suppose, I don't recall being invited so you'll have to do without me for the night."

Sakura smirked and threw him a sarcastic look to rival his own. "However will I survive?"

"Let's stop by the scouting office on the way home," Temari said as she locked away the field supplies left by her squad. "I just have a report statement to submit and then I'm free."

Sakura nodded. "Sounds great."

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"Is that everything?" Sakura asked, pulling her hair up to pin behind her ear, a pair of thin silver bracelets dangled at her wrists accented her movement with dainty chimes. It hadn't taken long for Temari to throw a dress her way, a mid-length dress – black of course – that slipped effortlessly over her skin and hung in a loose yet complementary way from Sakura's figure.

Temari stood by the door, her own slim black dress pulled up from her shins to better slip on her sandals. "Should be," she answered back, her words punctuated by a knock at the door behind her.

She opened the door and Miller allowed himself inside, nodding politely as he did. "Good evening, everyone." Niko followed in after him and shut the door behind her, waving politely to the gathered group.

"We're almost ready," Temari said as she rummaged through her shoulder bag once more, allowing Sakura a moment to slip into her shoes.

"You guys look great," Niko commented, appreciating the way that their foreign friend wore their local fashions so well. Sakura smiled and thanked her, but not before Miller was sure to say the same.

"Grab my radio?" Temari asked, glancing up to her brothers in question.

Gaara picked her personal set up from the table and slipped it into the bag held open for him. "Let us know if you need anything."

She nodded and smiled back to them both. "Sure thing, see you later!"

Sakura waved back as she was shown the door and Miller nodded once more to them before he left with the girls.

The house was quiet for a moment but outside they could hear some excited chattering and laughter fade through the door. Gaara stared at the door, strangely alone as his sister went off with her team and their friend, as if the door itself had severed the possibility of inclusion.

Kankruo sat on their couch, pulling the broken joint of a puppet project from the side table drawer, and began to unscrew the pieces. He glanced back to his brother, still staring at the door, and then back again to his work. He'd seen the way that Gaara had reacted when they met up at the scout station, and even if he was socially inept, there was indeed a name for what he had felt; jealousy.

He could have slapped him if it were possible, and he was still tempted to shake him a little. "Gaara," he called out, garnering his younger brother's attention. "You can join them if you want."

Gaara didn't respond, he only looked down and thinned his lips. No, he couldn't, he hadn't been invited, and they had looked happy and content enough continuing on without him.

Kankuro sighed, growing tired of these one-sided conversations with Gaara. "Still just as dense as ever, eh?" This earned him a stern look as Gaara rounded the couch to confront him.

"Dense?" he questioned, not at all fond of how the word reflected him.

Kankruo nodded as he looked up to him. "Well, I don't blame you," he started, choosing his words carefully. "I mean, yeah, she's pretty and women can be hard to understand, but –"

"Excuse me?" Gaara interrupted, a sudden feeling of defensiveness rising within him rather unannounced.

Kankuro paused, looking at his brother deadpan. "I'm not stupid, Gaara, and I'm not blind either." Gaara chose not to respond, unsure of what his own words would get him in this conversation. "Don't just assume," Kankuro said.

Gaara paused a moment, thinking over his brother's words. He knew who he was talking about, they'd spoken of Sakura before, but Gaara couldn't seem to help how he became guarded and quickly shut their conversations down. But assume? "Assume what?"

"Lots of things, Gaara, you assume lots of things. And another thing," he said, letting some of his exasperation slip. It seemed to resonate with Gaara, the tone that his brother used, and he seemed more inclined to listen. "You can't be mad at Miller for knowing about Sakura's troubles back home." Gaara felt his throat tighten and awkwardness come over him. "You're hardly ever on group runs with us anymore, so you wouldn't know, but Miller asks Temari about her. He asks me. If he wants to know something, he'll ask about it. When was the last time you asked about her?"

Gaara stayed quiet, thinking about his brother's words and the truth he knew was behind them. He hadn't asked. He'd thought of her constantly, cursed with that voice in his memory and her touch still staining his skin, but he'd never…asked.

"Exactly." Kankruo resumed removing the screws from his puppet, mumbling a little as he concentrated. "I'm sure they're strictly platonic anyway."

Platonic, Gaara thought. He'd heard that word before, he was sure, but what did –

"It means they're just friends," Kankuro said, noticing the thought in Gaara's eyes.

"I know what it means," he snapped back, the bridge of his nose pinched in frustrated embarrassment.

Kankruo shrugged, gathering his joints and screws together to finish up in his own room. "Either do something about it or stop sulking. You owe yourself at least that much." He waved a limp hand in Gaara's direction as he passed. "I'll see you in the morning."

He left then, the stairs creaking under him with every step he took, and Gaara was left alone.

The awkwardness he felt turned into an uncomfortable weight that settled in his gut. Do something?

Do what?

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"Your brother is quite the charmer."

Miller rolled his eyes, a small grimace tugging on his lips from the remark. "I'm not so sure, he can have too much of an ego."

"Well, I definitely see where you get it from."

He shot her a warning glance but Niko only laughed, a bright and singsong laugh that was unusual from her, but expected given the light blush painted across her cheeks.

She had been giving Miller grief ever since his brother had left his post at the door to try and make a pass at her. Sakura was off limits thanks to Temari's watchful eye, and Temari herself was an intimidating sight even with her slim fitting dress and lack of weaponry. That left Niko as the object of his attention. Miller had shooed him away quickly enough, outright embarrassed by his brother's behavior, and had tried his best to move on with the night in spite of Niko's harassment.

Sakura noticed a change in the dynamic of the group since she had first met them months ago, they seemed more at ease with one another, it was clear that they spent time together outside of the squad runs and had established a certain friendship that official title held no sway over. She smiled, happy to know that Temari was surrounded by good spirits both in her team and out of it.

"Niko," Temari scolded. "Don't antagonize the poor boy."

Miller scowled at her, not very fond of the motherly sort of tone she'd used. "Boy?" he gawked, an overzealous amount of mock upset spilling forth. "I'll have you know that I am a big boy," he stated proudly. Temari nearly spit her drink and couldn't help but laugh. Sakura snorted and clasped a hand to her mouth to try and stifle her own laughter. Still, Miller continued. "Mother even says so."

"Honestly!" Temari chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. "And you're my second in command?"

"Come on now," he replied with a wink. "You love me."

Niko shook her head. "Yeah, maybe someone, but not you."

"Niko!" Temari scolded, her eyes darting quickly to Sakura before settling on Niko again. There was a sternness to her face as her brow pinched together that clearly screamed shut up!

No matter, it was old news to Sakura anyway. To her, at least, it was quite obvious in how they acted around each other and how they tiptoed around asking about the other. Love? No, not yet at least. But she was more enamored by a certain Konoha shinobi than she cared to admit. For now, until her friend was able to outright tell her in her own words, Sakura pretended not to notice.

"So, Sakura," Temari said, quickly trying to divert attention from herself. "Got any hunnys back home helping you study for exams?" She nudged her with an elbow and shot her a wink.

Sakura chuckled and shook her head, a failed attempt to distract from the growing embarrassment on her cheeks. She remembered her conversation with Gaara earlier that day and, consequently, with many people more than a few times before. What about Sasuke? What about Sasuke? You had said you loved him. She bit her lip in thought as the table awaited her response. Sasuke was gone, he had been for a long while, and that love for him felt…distant now, like a version of herself that felt unfamiliar. "No," she sighed, looking at the reflections in her drink. "No hunnys for me."

Temari pursed her lips and leaned back in her chair. "I find it hard to believe that there's no one in the medic program that hasn't at least asked you out."

Sakura shrugged. It was true, there had been one or two rather fetching young men that offered her lunch or a small tea after their studies, but she just hadn't felt compelled to agree. There was an eagerness she'd felt in her youth with Sasuke, a yearning for even the shortest moments spent alone with him that she just hadn't felt for any other suiter.

"You're a heart breaker, you know that?" Temari teased, taking a sip from her drink and swirling the ice cubes in her glass.

Niko studied Sakura for a moment and glanced to Miller. They shared a brief look. "Someone else got your attention then?" she asked innocently.

"Clearly," Miller huffed, earning a questioning look from both Sakura and Temari. "It's not just anyone that goes on a lunch date with Gaara."

Sakura went absolutely red in the face as her lips froze shut and her eyes went wide. Temari gasped and quickly shoved him once in the shoulder.

"Miller!" she hissed. "Cut that out!"

"Date?" Sakura nearly choked.

Fearing another smack to the arm, he quickly put up his hands in surrender. "Kidding! God," he exclaimed looking to his captain. "It was a joke!"

From across the table, Niko laughed at his misfortune but commended him for having the guts to speak the truth. They'd discussed it previously as he helped her back her things before heading to pick up the girls. Yes; there was indeed something more between their foreign guest and the captain's brother, and yes; it was totally a date. They were just too stubborn – or too dense – to admit it.

Sakura, trying to keep the heat down in her cheeks, took a much-needed drink from her neglected glass. She'd never thought of going to lunch with Gaara as…as a date, and god – of course he never would have. Not in a million lifetimes, she was sure. He was far too busy being talented and accomplished and climbing ranks to be bothered with such things. Plus, she was sure that both of Temari's brother's had grown too handsome for her. The old Kazekage and his wife had produced quite the good looking bunch, after all, and she was still just her usual self.

"Ha ha," Sakura replied with a touch of heavy sarcasm. "Very funny, Miller."

He paused a moment before continuing good-naturedly, trying to gauge how an inkling of the idea settled in her. "But seriously, though," he said looking at her straight. "If you're ever interested, or just wanna have some fun for an evening, I know some guys that would trek all the way to Konoha just for a date with someone like you. No joke."

Sakura rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I haven't the time," she replied, trying to joke like she was too proud for such a thing. "Plus, that just sounds desperate."

Miller said nothing but raised his glass to her remark, it was true enough. He downed the rest of his glass and glanced at the time. It was getting late, and regardless of their fun he and Niko still had early mornings. It promised to be a boring day of runs with Temari and Kankuro gone, and Niko was off to her family at first light as well, but he was needed none the less.

"Time to get going?" Niko asked, noting the time as well.

He nodded and sighed. "I'd hate to be a buzz kill but yeah, we should get going."

"Aw," Temari pouted. "You sure?"

"Until next time," he promised as he stood from the table. "Come on, I'll get you guys home."

Temari finished her drink and told him not to bother, they could manage just fine and home was only a radio click away. Sakura thanked him for the night with a hug, Niko as well, and wished them a good night and safe travels respectively. Niko had promised a longer visit the next time she came through, and Miller mentioned something about dinner the following night, or maybe an early breakfast on his way out the door.

As they parted ways down the quiet street, Temari assured him that they would discuss further plans and pointed Sakura in the proper direction home. They snickered to themselves as they strolled down the street, only a few weary souls were still away to shake their heads at them, and they continued to recount the funny remarks and memorable jokes from the evening.

"Thanks for coming along," Temari said in a sigh, linking an arm around Sakura's as she fished through her bag.

Her movement staggered their pace, but Sakura leaned into it and smiled. "Thanks for inviting me."

Pulling out her radio, she switched the receiver on and clicked the channel to life. "Anyone up?" she asked into the mic.

The line was dead for a few long seconds before it cleared again. "Of course," Gaara responded from the other end, his voice a little deadpan.

"We left the bar a few minutes ago, we'll be back soon."

"All right," he replied. "The door's unlocked."

She thanked him and stuffed the radio back into her purse as they rounded a bend in the street. Just a few more blocks, then she could take her shoes off, let her hair down, and dig through the fridge.

"When you come to see me," Sakura said, a quiet hum to her voice. "We'll have to go out with Shikamaru."

"Oh yeah?" Temari responded, trying to sound indifferent though she had answered just a little too hastily.

Nodding, Sakura continued. "He won't often agree to come out for a night," she mused. "But I've got a feeling he would if you were in town." She peeked over to see Temari look away and thin her lips, clearly trying to hold back a smirk.

It was nice, Sakura decided, to see this side of her. Temari had always seemed so mature and so strong, like a role model or a superior more so than a friend. But this, this friendship they had kindled and this openness they shared, it evened them out and displayed them as equals to Sakura. She was still just a young woman trying to balance who she was and who she wanted to be, and even she wasn't immune to infatuations.

Temari shrugged when she looked back at Sakura, her expression passive though her skin seemed to glow in the starlight. "Whatever you want."

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