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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: 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."