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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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[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.]

[He lets her, though she's not going to get much further. Shikamaru's a patient guy, but he's not about to wait through a beating in order to see her wisen up.

Instead, he turns his glare from the hand on his wrist to her face.] You really don't remember a thing about me, do you?

[You may have a hold on his wrist, Temari, but on the ground, his shadow has a hold of yours.]

[She's holding onto his wrist, but something about all this has her pausing -- in thought and action. She returns his gaze, sorting through thoughts that really don't make any sense at all.]

I don't know.

[She's not entirely sure what prompts the honesty, except that she knows that something is very, very wrong here. And he knows what it is.]

[He reorganizes that statement in his head. Maybe she does - would she have bothered following him if she hadn't? Or come with him this way?

...] If there's a part of you that does, you need to listen to it.

[He opens his palm, making her release him. Subtle reminder of what his jutsu does, as well as what he said to her earlier.] I don't want to hurt you. If I did, I would've done it already.

[And he could have. He waits to see if she understands that.]

[Her hand opens of its own accord. Or... no. Of his accord. It strikes her then, suddenly and without mercy: That's why her gut was telling her to get out of the shadows.]

I could give you a run for your money.

[No, her voice is not shaking. It never does.

... She needs some time to think. Or something to beat up.]

If I were to let you go, you mean. [Because in case you haven't noticed, you're not in a situation to boast.]

[But then he grins.] But yeah. You could. I know from experience.

There's that.

[He could certainly hurt her, no questions and no hesitation. No problem.

It frightens her. She hates being in that situation but there's a part of her that demands that she remain very still and simply watch his every move.]

Why does the book have my name?

Because it's yours. They come like that - mine has my name on it.

I want to see it.

[There's a dumb pause.] Mine?

[...because this could get awkward. >.>]

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No, mine, you moron. Let go of my hand so I can look at it properly.

[Oh, so it is still you. He's glad to see you haven't been completely replaced by an alien.]

Tch. Troublesome.

[He considers her - she's calmer now. And the less time he spends on this jutsu, the better off he'll be.

He releases the jutsu, taking a step back to give her her space, and let her pick the journal up from off of the ground. If she tries attacking him again, he'll just make sure to pin her shadow with one of his trench knives first. Less effort for him.]

[She snags the journal from the ground and steps back herself, gaze going down to his shadow, just in case. Anything funny and she'd outta there.

Quietly, she flips through the book, one eye on the entries in it and one eye on him. After a moment, though, her gaze is on him entirely and her eyes are narrowed.

Troublesome, he said. She's heard that before. Sorta of. It's starting to feel like she has two lifetimes of memories stuck in her head and neither one of them makes any sense.]

Glaring at me isn't going to do much for either of us, you know. [He nods his head to the first aid kit.] You're not bleeding somewhere I can't see, are you?

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[Who knows? Maybe if she glares long enough, some things will snap into place. One can hope.

Her gaze travels to her scraped hands and she shakes her head. She was definitely bruised in other places, but she wasn't bleeding. She tucks the book -- her book, apparently -- under her arm and snags the first aid kit.]

What? Do I make you uncomfortable?

No. I'm a ninja; you're a ninja. [You get used to that stuff.] But I'd look like an asshole if I let you bleed to death or something. [/handwave. He's not worried. At all.

...shut up.]

Something tells me that you're an ass anyway.

[She's totally not fumbling with the first aid kid or the many little packages contained therein. Never. At all.]

And here I thought you didn't know me.

[Shikamaru watches her movements; her hands. He'd probably move in to help her if he didn't think she'd bite him if he tried.

He'll just have to be careful about it.]

Oi. Let me check the bandages. I'm not sure if there's enough in there for both of your hands.

You make an impression.

[Then, after a moment of careful consideration, she slides the first aid kit toward his feet. Like she's going to walk over and hand it to him.]

[He takes a seat on the ground, then checks through the bandages. He only needs to eye it once to tell there's enough, but he takes his time with it anyways.

Before sliding it back to her, he tears open the little packets she'll be needing, making it look like he's checking those too. He nods, then toes it over with his foot.] Lucky you. Looks like you're covered.

[She's not stupid, Nara Shikamaru. She sees what you're doing, oh master of stealth, you. She makes no comment though; only takes the kit again. After a moment, she sits too -- carefully and in such a way that she can be off and running at the slightest movement.

It's hard, dressing her hands, but she'll manage. Especially since those packets were torn for her.]

Lucky me. [Somehow, she doubts that.]

[He doesn't say much more, instead watching her out of the corner of his eye. If she wants his help, she'll ask for it. As it is, she's doing mostly all right on her own.

He recognizes she needs her space to think, anyways. Which suits him fine. He doesn't have it in him for small talk. Not today.]

[She takes care of her scraped hands in silence, content to simply work and keep an eye on this Konoha-nin that seems to have taken some sort of interest in her. Except... it almost should make sense because there were just some things about him that are familiar.

And this is just breaking her brain. Her poor, frazzled, suspicious, tired brain.

She closes the kit and slides it back over toward him. He hasn't killed her yet. Hasn't even been really threatening and he had her, more than once.]

You said I had an apartment here.

[She's going to need that space to think, damn it.]

Yup. [He nods his head back to the building.] On the fourth floor. You're the only one who lives there, besides me.

[...and Chouji.]

[She nods, then worries her lip for just a moment. There's a part of her that just has to know.]

I told you what I remember. [Some of it, anyway. A very bare-bones kind of story.] Return the favor.

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