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29 September 2007 @ 10:05 am
[thread][A Study in Observation][open]  
While he was not quite "on duty" as a member of ANBU, Sai had been informed that a heavy ANBU presence would be preferred after what had happened the last time the Daimyo made an appearance. At the moment though, he was off shift, and left to his own devices. There was a new way to how the villagers moved, more energetic, almost enthusiastic, that hadn't quite been present since the first invasion. It seemed that people were finally beginning to "move on" in a sense? Sai wasn't sure.

Temari was now in the village, he knew, which meant Suna would be making at least some display at the festival. Miss Ino was already loosening up and 'having a good time', if that drunken shouting match she'd had with Shikamaru had been any indication. Sai frowned, he still wasn't sure how he felt about Ino anymore. It was confusing in the first place, and her behavior patterns did not make sense to him. Maybe Sakura could explain, since Naruto was now indisposed. There was another problem there however, as Sakura had not been acting normally since her return from Suna. If anything else, she seemed cagier, but at least with the help of Chouji her weight was slowly returning to normal. Which pleased Sai in a way that almost surprised him. It seemed that he had been worried about Sakura as soon as he noticed her weight dropping significantly, and the new improvements to her health were reassuring.

But now there was a festival to deal with, and Sai watched as people scurried to and fro with various articles that were intended for the celebration. It seemed like this would be an excellent chance to observe human behavior. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned against a gate, which afforded an excellent view of the entire square, while still protecting his back.
 
 
 
sunaotome: worried [about nothing]sunaotome on October 10th, 2007 10:04 pm (UTC)
A well-manicured hand waved off the apology, its twin raising the cup to Temari's flushed lips again. "S'not your apology to give." A frown was given at the empty cup, a sigh quickly following the discovery. "Yeah, kunoichis are suppose to do this kind of dirty business. It's just that its been a long time since I was sent on one." Usually the Council sent her as a one-man clean up crew after a mission had gone wrong, or a menacing threat to the little countries that needed to be told to stay in line. Her brute strength and terrifying temper was what they needed the most, not her physical assets. Although that didn't stop them from leering at her in the Council room and sending her on missions that needed a diplomat from Suna to other countries.

"'Sides, you should be more confident," Temari commented, finger jabbing Chouji's arm. "A lot of women like big guys, like you. You jus' need to be more confident of yourself an' you're fine." Her hand shoke slightly as she refilled her cup.
Akimichi Chouji: upgraded // fyer_iconsautumnal_road on October 11th, 2007 02:01 am (UTC)
"That's what everyone says," he said tiredly, blinking at Temari's pokes. If she was already pushing past personal bubbles after one cup of sake, he feared what two or three would end up doing to her. Well...if nothing else, he had lots of spare room in his house and he'd lead her away before she damaged her reputation any. One had to look out for their allies, even if they were from Suna and therefore disgruntled and kind of rough around the edges. "People always talk about the women who like big guys, but I haven't found many yet. Sexy, talented guys'll always be more popular---same with kunoichi, too. I mean, just about every guy in the village has been staring at you!" Realizing that was probably the worst thing possible to say, he quickly flushed and amended it with: "Not that it's good! I mean, uh, I mean---you're, uh, you're popular because you're strong, too! You're very talented, Ino's told me and Ino doesn't compliment other kunoichi too often."

He finished that cup and poured himself another. This was a very awkward conversation for him, and he wasn't clever like Shikamaru or coy like Ino. He was Chouji, and he was honest, but he wasn't good with subtlety and verbal subterfuge.
sunaotome: peaceful [thinking]sunaotome on October 11th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)
Temari scowled at the man next to her, taking his initial response as an indirect way of calling her a liar. Face flushed, discoloring the pale make-up on her face, it was also hard to see the flush of pink against her tan skin at the comment about the guys staring at her. A little voice in the back of her mind demanding retribution and revenge against just about "every guy in the village" for their plain rudeness, but the woman part of her, which had been brought out by the alcohol had shushed it, allowing the flush to spread across her cheeks.

"Mn't a liar. There's women like that in Suna. You don't believe me, come over sometime an' I'll show you. I mean, even 'kurou got himself a girl t'marry. Says something." Another stripe of red ran across her face at the comment about Ino, Temari smiling fondly at her sake cup, dipping a finger in the sake and then sucking it dry. "Ino's a good girl. S'pity she's always has troubles. The world's been unkind to her."

Phew, was it hot in here or was it hot? A bare arm slipped out of the sleeve of the kimono, revealing a lot of skin and a set of bandages that had been wrapped around Temari's chest, by her own choice, refusing to let her entire cleavage to spill out for the sake of the Daimyo.
Akimichi Chouji: honestly okay // theninjakittyautumnal_road on October 11th, 2007 02:58 pm (UTC)
He couldn't tell if it was tipsyness that made her slur, or if it was just a little bit of relaxation and devil-may-care that had transformed her usually very sharp words into the softer, almost drawl that Kankurou had. Chouji had to wonder if it was usual for native Suna people, like the language they'd been born with sounded more like that or something. Either way, it was kind of funny to hear it come from Temari. If he didn't know better, he would have said she was almost flushed, but it was hard to tell with her skin as tan as it was.

"Ino's my best friend. I try to make things easier for her, but she's one of the best kunoichi we have and...and she's had to do a lot of things that make her unhappy. I mean, I even put up with Kankurou being around because HE made her happy---and I don't even know HOW or WHY---but I dunno. I don't get women, I guess." Chouji tried to look everywhere but at Temari when she slid her kimono off one shoulder, embarrassed and red to the tips of his pierced ears despite the fact that her breasts were still neatly bound. She was an attractive woman and Chouji wasn't entirely desensitized from that (despite having gone through puberty with Ino), so he blushed stupidly and looked away. "I don't know about those Suna women, either. I kinda have to marry well, 'cause my family's a noble clan and all...IF I ever marry."
sunaotome: take a breath [and let it go]sunaotome on October 11th, 2007 04:00 pm (UTC)
Suna's number one kunoichi made a face at the sudden pessimism from the man, having already labeled him an "optimist". "Yeah, well, noble family, gotta marry, its the story of my life. Or rather, any shinobi's." Temari nodded in agreement with herself, finishing off the night's fourth cup of sake. It was true. In each village there was a vast majority of noble families, or rather, families that had prized inherited abilities that was unique from others. And since the gut instinct of a shinobi was for survival, it was only natural that each clan wanted to continue their blood in the strongest and powerful way possible. It was the game of survival at its best, and Temari loathed it with a passion.

Suna's clans were not an exception. In fact they were renown for the interlinked marriages between clans, blood being thicker than water. And their ignorance towards the damage of marriages between cousins and other closely related members of the family, was harrowing the clan's very own bloodline. Sometimes even siblings were matched up. The Council was the very root of this problem, and being the ones that controlled the family of the Kazekage, it brought Temari no comfort to realize that they had the power to marry her off to anyone else.

"Poor 'kurou," she muttered to herself, voice barely audible with the din of the bar overlapping it easily. If she was openly admitting in pitying her brother, it was a sure sign that the alcohol had indeed taken over her mind. Chouji's comments about her brother finally filtered through her hazed mind a couple of seconds late, cauing her to switch gears again. "That ass, wha' does he know 'bout women? Listen, its a stalemate. Women don't understand men, and men don't understand women. End of story. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either a pervert or has loved too much."
Akimichi Chouji: sigh~ // art by Ziri color + icon by Kitautumnal_road on October 11th, 2007 04:35 pm (UTC)
Chouji laughed at her pervert comment, still looking at the wall somewhere over her left shoulder. His face felt hot, a terribly potent mix of the heat of the bar, the heat of the sake, and the heat of his embarrassment.

"I'm definitely not that. I mean, I've never---no, never mind," he said, and finished off another cup. He could feel the warmth in his fingers and toes, the buzzing heat of the alcohol finally relaxing him enough as to make him grin a little and shrug. "I know what you mean. Ino still doesn't see me as a man---I don't think she ever will. She might understand men's, uh, physical stuff?, but she doesn't understand me and Shikamaru. I don't get girls, though. What makes you all ga-ga over stoic guys like---like Neji? They're not very nice. They don't treat girls very well and they're all skinny and bony and so what if they've got pretty hair? I don't---I don't get it. Do girls like being treated like crap? I just---I wish I---"

He sighed explosively. Chouji was half-aware of the fact that he was babbling, but he was starting not to care.
sunaotome: ehh [no effin way]sunaotome on October 11th, 2007 06:24 pm (UTC)
"Hey, don't go groupin' all girls into that category," she sharply corrected Chouji with another finger jab. "Those girls, the ones that you're talking about, they all live for drama. Hyuuga having good hygienes is good and all, but he had that family drama going on, making him look bad-ass and tough. No apparent faults. Now that is what's appealing. It gives a promise to the girl that the relationship will never be boring and the false pretense that their man is perfect."

Temari finished the lecture with a shake of her head, making a few strands of hair fall down from the mass of her bun. The evidence for all of her words were from her observations of the women in every village. Temari was different from others, being that she was sharp in observing the details, the meanings, the symbols and the rest. The scary part was that she could see right through you at times, a talent that was useful in interrogation and torture. In addition, the alcohol made the flow of words come out easier.

"The only thing I like about Hyuuga is that he's smart and he gives you straight answers. Actually, any boy who's not a bullshitter is appealin' to me," Temari muttered into her cup, which was half full. Or empty, since the conversation had made life a bit more pessimistic than usual.
Akimichi Chouji: ...autumnal_road on October 11th, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
Chouji took a large gulp of sake, nodding his agreement. Why hadn't he talked with Temari-san before? She was a pretty stable person, if not a little bit scary. She was very practical, like Ino. Ino just had a little bit more girliness and sunshine and butterflies to her. High-ranked kunoichi didn't take crap from anyone they didn't have to, and they'd excelled past every simpering girl in the ranks below them to get where they stood.

He sighed into his cup, mirroring her action. "I just want someone who likes me. I don't want my family to marry me off to someone just 'cause. I'd rather keep being alone than get stuck with some poor girl who thinks she's marrying one of those badass guys from a special family."

Chouji squinted over at Temari, frowning comically. "I know your brother has to marry and stuff, but you shouldn't! Wait until you find a guy you really like and live happily, Temari-san!"
sunaotome: approval [finally doing something right]sunaotome on October 11th, 2007 07:07 pm (UTC)
"Easy to say, hard t'do. Kunoichis like me don't have happy endings." She had accepted her fate years ago when she realized why it was that others were able to live life to the fullest, while she had to use hers to the fullest. And around that time, she already got over the fact that there would be no prince in shining armor or a pumpkin carriage to carry her away from Suna. Although judged to be too young to do so, Temari had already accepted her unappealing future.

Leaning over towards Chouji's big arms on the counter, being well into his personal space, Temari reached for another bottle of sake, and poured another drink for both him and her. "But, you're not me, so drink up. Here's for your future," she said before tilting the cup over her lips, downing a good one half of the sake, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling in her head and in the pit of her stomach.
Akimichi Choujiautumnal_road on October 11th, 2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
"I'm sorry," Chouji said again, and really meant it. It was hard to see anyone give up everything for their profession/village, but to see kunoichi do it nettled him the most. He'd grown up in a good family, taught that women grew up to be mothers and lovers and needed a husband to support them emotionally. Temari would probably stab him with her kanzashi if he asked her if she would miss giving up being a mother and lover---half because he couldn't even fathom her giving up her independence to carry a child and half because if that was something she did want, his reminding her that it was essentially a hopeless goal wouldn't be received well. He drank obediently, noting that she was a lot drunker than he was if she was leaning into him.

"You shouldn't give up just like that, Temari-san," he said, shaking his head. "There has to be something...you know, something for you. Hell, if I can find a wife, so can you. ---Husband. I meant husband---for you---not for me."
sunaotome: gentle [like the rain]sunaotome on October 11th, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)
This time she didn't refuse the apology, taking it as it was, since it seemed that Chouji was stubborn to drop it. Her hands spoke for her as she refilled both of their cups, but didn't drink it yet. Stretching out her arms above her and giving a lazy yawn, her back popping some bones here and there, Temari sighed and slipped her bare arm back into the kimono again. As if putting back on the mask to hide her emotions again, which had undoubtedly slipped away while she kept drinking.

She wasn't by anymeans sober, but her mind was still quite aware of what the conversation had been about, and like in all conversations, there was a limit. "I'm not givin' up something I didn't even start, Akimichi," she replied dryly, swiveling around in her seat so that her back was pressed against the counter. "But if you find a wife, let me know. I'd like to meet another woman who understands men as well as I do."