Temari whips out her fan from her back, swinging it menacingly, Naruto is forced to jump back to avoid the blow.
Dressed as usual, Naruto's eyes are drawn to her face– it's a fiery red.
Why is she so angry? It's just Temari–
"Here I go, bitch!" Temari looses her closed fan, the deadly instrument slamming into the desert street.
Sakura slips back, dodging the blow, though Naruto thinks she could have caught it if she'd tried.
"Sakura, Temari-chan! Stop it! Don't fight each other!"
"That bitch has been following us! I don't know why she chose to reveal herself, but I'm going to beat her until I get some answers!"
Naruto looks pleadingly at Sakura, "Sakura, please, leave, I don't want you two to fight–"
"She's a Sand-nin Naruto! A spy! She's trying to get information– or something from you! She's up to no good!"
"Sakura, that doesn't make any sense! Gaara wouldn't order her–"
"It's obviously an excuse, Naruto-kun," Temari whispers, her tone deadly, "She's got some other motive. Maybe she has an order from your council? Did you even know she was here?"
Naruto blanches, "No... actually I thought I was the only Konoha shinobi here above chuunin level."
"But that's still no reason to fight," Naruto insists, "We need to understand–"
Sakura cracks her knuckles and breaks out into a run, closing the distance between her and Temari.
Naruto's vision lashes around like a whip, taking in his surroundings–
Hundreds of festival-goers, buildings everywhere–
It's too dangerous.
Naruto shakes his head, "Sorry, Sakura-chan, but I can't allow you to fight here."
He disappears in a flash of movement, running from Temari's side and into Sakura.
"Get out of my way!" Sakura shrieks, throwing her weight into a heavy hook punch.
Naruto ducks under it and slides into her guard, throwing her over his hip. She lands on her back.
Naruto releases hold of her arm and grasps her hand, helping her back up.
Her whole backside is covered in dirt and sand.
Temari watches the scene with a curious frown.
"I'm sorry Sakura-chan," Naruto bows slightly, "I don't know why you want to fight Temari, but it's not safe for the rest of the people here."
She closes her eyes and clenches her fists again. Tensing up.
She walks away.
Temari eventually approaches him. She touches his arm.
"I'm sorry. I get excited. I... well, Kankurou says it's my 'hormones', though I think it might be genetic." She laughs.
He laughs too, "Don't worry about it, Temari-chan. I'll talk to Sakura when I get back to Konoha."
A bit of awkward silence stretches between them.
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