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[Community building one. Fourth floor. Early evening. A door slams.

Once. Twice. Three times, each time with a little more force. Finally, a thud and wood cracking; she's punched a wall. There's a crash inside one of the apartments - ceramic against a wall, then falling to the floor. Temari leaves the apartment, leaves the door open, and stalks away.

She's going for a walk.

Just inside her apartment door, a plant lies neglected in a pile of dirt and shattered ceramic.

She spends some time just outside the village, using a tree as a sparring partner. She, at least, has enough sense to not actually connect with the rough bark, but it makes a good enough target to throw a few punches toward. She wants nothing more than to beat something - someone - to a damned pulp, but what is she going to do but live with it?

It's later - hours later - that she makes her way to the Memory Garden. There, physically weary and emotionally strung out, she sits in front of the plants she's tended for so long. Wildflowers are ringed by bright, fiery desert blooms; in front of the small plot is a stone etched with kanji. Beside the stone, she sets one glass bead: a reminder of Kankurou's (second) time in Luceti. The bead will be blown away by the wind, lost to the elements eventually. She knows it; still leaves it there.

That night, she'll go home. Clean up her mess. Start living life again.]

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[Hinata cannot stop staring at the other girl's hand, but she's also aware that it is rude to do that.]

P-perhaps I can heal that for you? You will feel a little better about that, at least.

[Temari is still looking at her hand when Hinata makes her offer. Without a word, she holds up her hand. Go for it, Hinata.]

[Hinata is a bit relieved as she takes the other girl's hand, activating her Byakugan to make sure the damage is just to the skin. She reaches out with her chakra, relieved that Temari hasn't done anything too permanent to herself while taking out her aggravation on the poor tree trunk. She quickly coaxes the other girl's cells to regenerate quickly, until her hand is as unmarred as it would have been that morning.]

You are as good as new. [She tries to smile, but she can tell that Temari is still very upset over something.] Is there...Is there something else that I might be able to assist you with?

[Temari pulls her hand back and makes a fist, then flexes her fingers. Too bad she'll probably end up bruising her knuckles all over again before too long.]

No. [And it's the truth. Sort of. Nothing Hinata can do.]

[She understands that some things cannot be talked out, but she wished she was more courageous to press the issue.]

If...if there is something that I might be of assistance with, please do not hesitate to ask me. We are allies, after all, Temari-san.

Of course. [Lots of allies. Allies everywhere.

Friends? Family? Not so much.]

[She can sense that there is something else under those two words, but she hasn't spent a lot of time with the older girl. It frustrates her because she has seen this girl when she was smiling and happy. Usually surrounded by her brothers....Oh!

She has heard that Kankurou-kun was residing in the village as well, but if Temari-san was acting like this, then perhaps that was not the case anymore. That would explain a lot actually.]

I...I may not be from Sunagakure, but I would hope that you feel you can trust me should you need someone to talk to, if only of...home.

[Temari raises a brow at that. It's a kind gesture but that's not what hits her.

Home, huh?]

And what do you know about my home?

[Hinata doesn't miss the dig and her face reddens a bit, but she refuses to back down. She wants this woman to respect her and being completely polite is not the way to do it.]

I may have only been to Sunagakure once, Temari-san, but your village is in as much danger as Konohagakure when I was stolen away...and I am not unfamiliar with loss of family.

[That refusal to back down actually does more to smooth ruffled feathers than anything else would.

She won't apologize, because the fact remains that she's, once again, the only representative of Sunagakure here.] Who isn't?

[Hinata isn't blind to the loneliness that Temari carries around with her almost as easily as the tessen she's renowned for. And she doesn't expect the Suna kunoichi to apologize one bit.]

Everyone here is familiar with that, from what I understand. We are not special in that regard. As such, you should not refuse any assistance from someone who has never meant you any harm.

[Temari's loneliness has become a badge of sorts: she carries it with some pride. It won't beat her (but there's a part of her that knows that she'd get along so much better if she'd only set it aside.)]

I suppose.

[Hinata is not one to give up, but she's not going to press the issue of being friendly with one another at this point in time. It is a stressful time for the blonde kunoichi. Hinata can certainly sympathize with her for being upset at being alone.

And she wishes that there was something more that she could do. Temari is the kind of girl that Hinata respects—strong, opinionated, passionate, and caring for those who are close to her.]

I will trouble you no more with my presence. However, if you wish to speak to someone, I would not be adverse to being the one you talk to, Temari-san. I believe that we live in the same building as well.

[She knows she's been short with Hinata. It's not something she can really help; she can, however, recognize it. She's not going to talk to Hinata anytime soon, but...

... well. The thought is appreciated, even if she can't really express it. She nods, starts to walk away, stops in her tracks.]

Thanks. [It's all she says.]

[Hinata smiles, knowing that she has had a huge victory with the other girl.]

You are welcome, Temari-san!

[She heads out to go do her own training. Like her cousin, Temari would need time to come to her own conclusions.]

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