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You know you live to break me

Jun 11, 2011 23:23

Who: Shikamaru and Temari
When: Sunday morning
Where: The ninja family's rooms
Summary: Temari is back from the dead.
Rating: Up to R
Warnings: Angst, explicit talk of suicide

( Don't deny sweet sacrifice )

nara shikamaru, sabaku no temari

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nihonjika June 12 2011, 03:54:53 UTC

Shikamaru started where he'd been seated at the desk, jarring out of his light doze and turning to face the source of the sudden sounds in what had previously been deathly silence.

He hadn't slept much since the start of the experiment. He'd left the room even less, partially to avoid the inevitable violence that would ensue if he did and partially... because he just hadn't had the drive to. Hadn't had the heart. Not after finding Temari's note and kunai in the bathroom. He'd spent quite some time being angry. Angry and shocked and just plain lost know what Temari had done for them. For him. Now that she was back (back and hurt, but oh so alive), anger drained away to leave relief and something heavy that he couldn't name just at that moment.

Standing quickly enough to knock his chair to the floor, he rushed over the bed and the struggling woman on it, hands a bit shaky as he reached for her.

"Temari?"

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 04:01:57 UTC

Temari was so damn glad to hear that voice. It had been a risk. The dead didn't always come back, but the other options . . .

She coughed, harsh and ragged, while trying to not throw up on their floor. She always reacted like this, her body rebelling against what had happened, a surge of weakness that she couldn't control. It took a couple attempts to get her voice to work, and it still didn't sound right. Hoarse and weak, her sore throat protesting. "Yo. I might be sick."

nihonjika June 12 2011, 04:45:31 UTC

Shikamaru did his best to contain himself, steadying his hands and expression. He looked her over for injuries and, finding nothing aside from the very obvious lines on each side of her neck, quickly moved to help Temari out of the bed and toward the door. He didn't give a damn where she got sick, but he knew she'd prefer the bathroom... or at least the nearest trash can, and if she could make the short trip, he wouldn't deny her.

He supported her firmly but carefully, voice thick when he spoke again.

"Troublesome woman."

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 04:50:31 UTC

Throwing up on the floor was at the absolute bottom of her list of things she wanted to do. Temari leaned against him while he helped her to the bathroom, focusing on breathing so she could keep control over her body. Her complexion was more than a bit green by the time they arrived.

Throwing up in front of Shikamaru was definitely not something she was proud of, but after this long, she was comfortable enough with the idea. He wouldn't hold it against her.

What little her body had was quickly ejected as she retched.

nihonjika June 12 2011, 05:13:35 UTC

Shikamaru knelt beside her patiently, calloused fingers carefully brushing her hair away from her face and holding it out of the way. Getting sick was bad enough without the evidence of it clinging where it didn't need to be.

He wanted to offer some words of comfort, something more than just quiet to accompany that awful retching, but he couldn't quite manage it. Not yet.

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 05:16:55 UTC

A few minutes was all her body needed. The heaving trailed away to nothing, leaving a very tired woman to lean against him and set her head on his shoulder. Dying sucked, but finding someone waiting for her like that did make it seem less horrid.

"Sorry."

nihonjika June 12 2011, 05:29:09 UTC

Once he was sure that her heaving had subsided he let go of her hair, wrapping his arms around her and holding on. It was an effort not to squeeze, to be mindful of her current state with the sudden need that was rushing through him. The need to hold her, to be sure that she was there. To know that she wasn't going to disappear on him again.

He took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I'm very, very angry. Just so you know."

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 13:08:04 UTC

She felt disgusting, her mouth foul and blood still leaking from the half healed wounds at her throat. It didn't keep her from leaning against him and enjoying the feeling of him holding her.

"I knew you would be. Am I sleeping on the couch?"

It hurt to talk, but she was more concerned with the repercussions of what she had done. Temari had felt her control slipping, knew she wouldn't make it for a week without hurting him, and had done what she had to protect them both.

nihonjika June 12 2011, 20:19:07 UTC

He pressed his face into her hair, taking another deep breath and swallowing hard. The first few times he opened his mouth to respond he found himself unable to force anything intelligent out. Part of him wanted to stay as angry as he said he was, but that drive had left him the moment she'd reappeared in their room. Maybe he could be properly angry later, but not now.

"Stop talking."

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 20:24:13 UTC

She winced and ducked her head. She was too tired to try to figure out what was going on with him. Temari knew she was taking a risk when she decided to end her part of the experiment. She knew him well enough to know that he wasn't going to end their relationship or anything else that dramatic. He would forgive her, but in the meantime, she was in trouble.

She started to talk again, but fell silent and nodded.

nihonjika June 12 2011, 20:31:57 UTC

After a few long moments he pulled back, ducking his head a little to get a look at her neck. There would be plenty of time for more holding or yelling or whatever else he wanted to do later, but Temari was still bleeding in the mean time. Priorities.

"Let me see." He shifted one hand beneath her chin, encouraging the kunoichi to tilt her head back, his own expression tight.

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 20:36:49 UTC

She tilted her head back, letting him check her. Her neck was stinging and burning, the move pulling at her injuries. She was in much better condition than she had been the last time she died. At least there wouldn't be lingering neurological issues. Just a pair of cuts that she couldn't really hide.

nihonjika June 12 2011, 20:50:38 UTC

Both hands rose to hover over the twin cuts, green chakra flickering to life after a little frown of concentration. Stopping the bleeding would be simple enough, and he could try to cut down on the amount of scar tissue that would be left behind, but he was no Tsunade.

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 20:59:09 UTC

Scars didn't even register anymore. She had so many, a few more wouldn't matter. Considering the location, she did hope that the scars wouldn't be too obvious. She didn't want to deal with the questions.

Relief spread out as he worked, making her muscles relax. "Thanks."

nihonjika June 12 2011, 21:34:18 UTC

He grunted out a little sound of acknowledgment, his focus on closing her wounds properly. Neither of them had much issue with scars anymore, but that didn't mean they shouldn't avoid them if they could.

He worked for a few minutes more until he was sure that the worst of the damage was just a memory, carefully resting his hands where her neck met her shoulders.

"Better?"

wind_wielder June 12 2011, 21:38:42 UTC

She nodded, tipping her chin back down so she could look him in the eyes again. It felt good to have him holding on to her like this.

"So not on the couch?"

Temari wasn't the type to stay quiet for long, especially when her mind was still running around in little circles over what she had done. From experience, she knew it would take a couple days before her mind settled down. Human beings were just not made to experience death more than once.

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