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[Temari's back.

She's not sure she wants to be. She's keeping to the trees as much as she can, before she finally decides she really needs to get into the town and figure out what in the hell is going on.

There's blood smeared across her cheek. Her hands are scraped raw. Her wings -- normally tucked away under her clothes -- are ragged and missing feathers here and there. There's a wild look in her eye.

And she doesn't really know where she is.

This might not end well. At least she doesn't have her fan on her.]

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Not far from where you left it. I've been holding on to it for you, until you got back. [And doesn't that just raise more questions?]

And it's all yours again if you come with me. I can answer sone of your question, you can answer some of mine. There's a first aid kit you're free to, and if you decide after that you still don't trust me you're free to go. [Provided you don't give him a reason to do otherwise.]

[That certainly does raise all new questions. Got back from where? Why has he been holding her fan? Why would she have left her fan in his care? She would never leave her fan, not willingly.

She weighs her options, and decides she really just wants her fan. She's had experience running and hiding, if all else fails. Temari nods toward him.]

Lead the way.

[If she senses a trap at any point, she'll skin you.]

[He nods, then turns back in the direction he was heading, drawing his shadow back as he waits for her to follow.]

First question goes to you. Ask away.

[It slips out before she can really control it.]

Why in the hell would I leave my fan in your care, Konoha?

Like I said: we're allies. Weird as it sounds, while we're stuck here we're neighbors even. Your idea, not mine, by the way. [You're free to move to a different building anytime you want. 8|]

When the people that run this place kidnapped you, your stuff got left behind. You took out a wall when you left, so I grabbed your fan in case anyone came in to investigate.

[Damn it, man. Whoever you are, quit saying things that give her pause.]

I don't... [Remember? Get kidnapped? Live anywhere near any Konoha nin? Any of the above?

Taking out a wall, she can believe. The rest? Not so much.]

You're not making sense. [And that tone? That's somewhat accusing. She's waiting for the trap to spring.]

No, I guess I'm not. [He frowns, and adjusts the bag on his shoulder.] Look, sometimes when the Malnosso kidnap people, they tweak them. If that's what's happened, you might not remember the same things that I do.

So that's my question. How do you remember things?

I remember things the way they are. [If that's venom in her voice, he'll just have to excuse it.] Konoha decimated us. Sound turned on us. I have no reason to trust you.

[So things turned out differently during the chuunin exams. Or... between Naruto and Gaara. That's where that alliance started, didn't it?]

I'm not asking you to. If there's that many differences between your life and the one you remember, there's no point.

Next question.

What do you mean, difference between my life and the one I remember? I know what my life has been. [And it's been no damned picnic.]

Well I know a different life. One where Konoha and Suna are allies. Obviously our versions are different. [And you got the worse end of the stick.]

The way I remember things, you're a jounin, and an ambassador. And a pain in my ass whenever I have to work with you over the Chuunin Exams, or something.

So where does that leave you, if you haven't done any of those things?

You're delusional. [And that waver in her voice wasn't a product of exhaustion or desire for what sounds like a better life. In fact, there was no such waver.

It leaves her a part of the dwindling population of a decimated village. And she won't listen to these... claims of his anymore.]

Enough. I've had enough of your games.

Believe what you want. [He shrugs. But really, he's thankful she listened to him for that long.] I was just letting you know where I stand.

[Community Housing Building 1 is in view now, and he heads toward it.] Your fan's in there. Your journal too - it'll explain more about this place.

[She looks at him, at the building, back to him and plants her feet.]

You bring them here.

[He stops, looking about as nonchalant as ever.] I will bring you your journal, and I'll bring you a first aid kit. You're not going anywhere until you convince me that you're going to be all right if I let you go. And that you won't do anything stupid.

If you can do that, I'll bring you your fan.

Edited 2010-12-22 10:51 (UTC)

It's not stupid to want to defend yourself.

It's stupid to think that you'll have to do that with the people here. Most of them aren't even ninjas, you know. Don't bother them, they won't bother you.

I don't know this place. [Why can't he get that through his thick skull?] And hell if I'm taking your word for it.

Once upon a time, you were smart enough that you wouldn't need that to figure it out for yourself. You following me back there? That was sloppy. [And he never thought he would have to say that to you, of all people.] You pull that on the wrong person here and you're going to get yourself killed, whether you have your fan or not.

Edited 2010-12-22 17:45 (UTC)

[She doesn't have to defend herself to you, Konoha. And she certainly won't cop to feeling like she knows you. She stands there, arms crossed, and just stares at him.]

I'm better than that.

Yeah? Then act like it.

[Because he knows you are.]

Edited 2010-12-23 03:44 (UTC)

[In the next second he rolls his shoulders, taking a step for the building.]

Suit yourself, if you don't wanna come inside. It's warmer - and there's probably a jacket in your apartment.

[He doesn't stop to let her dwell on the offer, knowing the chances are higher that she won't take him up on it.] I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

[She'll come inside when she damn well feels like coming inside, Nara Shikamaru, and not a second before. She crosses her arms as she waits, fingers on her right hand brushing the scrapes on the knuckles of her left. She's fidgety and she hates it. She's exposed and she hates it. She's dependent on some guy that she may or may not know and she hates that even more.

She'll just wait here. See what he actually does. She should just kill him now. Better not to give anyone an opportunity. Something stays her hand, though. Hell if she knows. Cares.]

[True to his word, he's back no more than five minutes later. His grocery bag has been abandoned indoors and Asuma's trench knives added to his belt, tucked under his flak jacket and out of sight. He knows it's fully possible she will try to kill him. And that would be troublesome.

Walking back over to her, he holds out the first aid kit, journal resting on top of it. She'll probably notice her name emblazoned on it, so he has it rested cover down.] Here.

[Temari steps forward, eyes narrowed when she sees her name on the book. What the hell kind of trick is that? She reaches out, as if to take it, but then changes course in the blink of an eye. She's trying to wrap her hand around his wrist, other hand balling into a fist.]

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