Well, it's been a long road, but it's time for this to come to an end.

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"Temari and 1cc" Chapter 8

"He was in there for murdering women." A familiar voice rang out.

I gulped. This was not the time to lie to Gaara. Temari stepped into my range of vision. Seeing the serious look on her brother's face, she couldn't help but laugh. "I wasn't serious Gaara. Let him go!"

I fell to the ground and the sand was gone as quickly as it had disappeared. I stood up and looked at the troubblesome woman I had come all of this way to find.

"Good to see you again, Crybaby."

"Same to you." This had to be the real Temari, I was sure of it.

"So what exactly brings you all the way to Suna, and did you break out?"

I smirked. "I would have broken out if it was necessary. It wasn't though. I was released. As for why I'm here, I'd like to speak to you about it in private."

I shot a glance at the Kazekage. His arms were crossed and it felt like his eyes were piercing through me as if to say 'Like hell you are!'

"Gaara," she began sweetly, "Will you give us some alone time, please? Then you and Kankurou can come beat him to a pulp."

I really hoped she wasn't serious.

"Besides he's been bitching all day about some guy running into him twice today. I'm tired of hearing it."

I wondered if that was the facepaint guy I met earlier. 'That would be my luck.'

Gaara decided to go, but not before reminding me how easy it would be to crush me.

I looked at Temari, she had decided to sit one the edge of Gaara's desk. I sat down in a chair in front of her.

"You look different in regular clothes."

"Same to you."

"So tell me, have you gotten your memory back yet?"

"Eh. A little bit. I remember my brothers and my fan. That's about it."

"Your fan?"

"Yeah, It's leaning next to you, against the wall."

I looked over to the monstrous contraption. "Wow. That is a big fan."

She nodded, and proceeded to lean back on her elbows. It was at that moment, I realized I could see up her skirt! My cheeks instantly flushed bright red.

"Something wrong, Shika?" She was smiling.

"I-I'm just warm is all." I made sure I didn't glance too low again.

"So, what about you? Are you better now?"

"As long as I take my pills, yeah."

She got up and walked over to me. Reaching out, she traced her fingers lightly over my scar.

"All this trouble with me, before you even met me."

"Yeah..."

"Was it worth it?"

I looked up at her. She was studying me intensely. I thought back to all of the things that had happened in the last six months. The sessions. The suicide. It was alot of hell, but she pulled me through. She was my reason for living.

"Yes. If I hadn't made this scar, ...I never would have 'really' met you."

She tilted my head up to her and brought her lips down to mine.

"I've dreamed you every day since we met."

a year later in Konoha

"I now pronounce you the new Mr. and Mrs. Nara Shikamaru!"

People clapped and cheered as I kissed my bride.
Since that day in Gaara's office, I was a changed man.
As long as I was with her, I wouldn't need my medication.
She had agreed to move here, Gaara and Kankurou both gave me their blessing. My scar was still there, of course.
It had dulled a bit, but everyone could still see it. I saw it every time I looked in the mirror. Instead of reminding me how sick I was, now it was a reminder of the love of my life, and meeting her.
I was ready for anything now, as long as she was here.

Oh, and as it turns out, her name really is Temari.

END.