DISCLAIMER: I know it's sad and unfortunate but I do NOT own any of the characters that appear in this story –except a few towards the end. Kishimoto created and owns everything that is related to NARUTO!

Authors note: This story includes multiple point of views (gomenasai T-T don't hate me) and a few flashbacks, they are marked obviously with - -memory flashback- - and end with - - end - -. Thoughts are represented in italics and any sort of writing is in bold. Hope it's understandable. Ahead is some OOC and twisted (re-imagined sounds better) storytelling. Enjoy.

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Temari was in one of her moods, she felt weak and grumpy that no matter how hard she had been training, was unable to achieve her desired goal. Although let's face it to master a jutsu in three days was a goal highly unlikely to pull off, even for a ninja with her talent. The Sand shinobi had been at it for fourteen hours non-stop with no breaks, no food and no chakra left to continue and she was overcome with frustration.

As a matter of fact her physical and mental condition didn't concern her at all because all she wanted was to master the technique and quickly. For this one jutsu would give her an edge over her enemies and she knew that this particular jutsu would greatly aid her and her team in battle if she had no options left to turn to.

Two weeks prior to her training today Temari had been cleaning one of the underground rooms in the palace where Gaara now resided alone and she stumbled upon secret documents left behind by Lady Chiyo. These documents didn't look like anything special; they were dull, out of date and hard to read. Temari found herself yawning and almost sleep reading as she slowly flicked through the pages her eyes awoke and immediate shock caught her in a trance upon her discovery.

She had indeed found documents which contained various secret and disbanded jutsu. Her realisation was sudden; she thought of her current skill level and decided to challenge herself to master the most helpful yet dangerous jutsu in her spare time. The sand shinobi had already mastered a few minor jutsu without her brother's knowing, and while she was proud of her own achievements she hated hiding these secret training sessions from her own relatives.

Temari didn't have a lot of spare time; she had missions just like every other ninja in the Sand village and only given the minimum amount of free time. Not that she needed it; she wasn't a social whore or an adrenalin junkie or anything out of the ordinary. One of her favourite activities was simply to read. Fiction was her entertainment and she liked poetry and if she were in the mood, status reports on failed missions, where she would critically analyse how the team could have minimized harm and casualties. Temari despised losing; she wanted nothing more than to end the suffering for those who lost their precious ones. Perhaps that was one of the reasons it was so difficult to befriend her. She knew that it was a weakness to have companions and you as a ninja should only rely on yourself.

Her other activity of sort was every now and again she would visit her brother Kankuro who lived in his own apartment and Gaara who was now the Kazekage who resided in the palace. Gaara and Kankuro were closer to each other having had more interaction between them since they were young boys where Temari hadn't; she always wanted to be the 'sister' to her siblings but had to 'act' very distant from a very young age.

Sabaku no Temari decided it best to keep this extra training a secret from her brothers, for as long as possible as she knew that they had their own problems, own missions and their own lives to take care of, especially Gaara who had a lot of responsibilities becoming Kazekage at such a young age. She knew that if they would find out what she was up to, there would surely be severe punishment.

In spite of this she didn't falter in her decision and swore she would continue to practise and master the one's own life reincarnation jutsu that had been used to revive Gaara at the cost of Lady Chiyo's life; this however was easier said than done as this involved extreme precision and patience. To add to the difficulties, this was a medical jutsu and Temari was not a medical ninja. Her techniques were limited, her weapon a fan and specializing in long range combat, but Temari refused to give up.

She had worked hard in the training field, trying to master the jutsu but hour after hour she seemed to be getting worse as fatigue took over her body, soul and spirit. It had after all been a long day with a mission early in the dawn of the morning followed by her training that lasted till midnight; Temari accepted defeat and packed away her gear and headed home.

After a wash and some well deserved nutrition she dressed herself in a night gown and headed toward her bedroom window and found herself sitting on the window sill looking at the stars and the brilliant moon that truly captivated her soul.

She had always been fond of stargazing; it was another subjective hobby that she chose not to share with others and had a soothing effect on her. Regardless of her exhaustion she would always make time for her stargazing. To her stargazing had become somewhat of a ritual of sorts, which was bizarre and foreign to her as she was far from being cultural but she knew she was different from others anyway.

As Temari would look to the stars almost every night waiting, wishing and hoping to glimpse a falling star to make a wish, a wish that remained constant but never seemed to come true. To her, this wasn't simply a wish; it had become an obsession, a need, a craving for her heart to escape from the pain she had learnt to lock away inside her soul.

Temari had wondered how she had let herself become so isolated from the world and why didn't she have things that most teenagers her age seemed to take for granted. So many questions raced through her mind constantly and she found herself in an alternate reality;

Where she was envied for being the most popular girl in the village.

Where she didn't come off as a tempestuous bitch to anybody.

Where her brothers were living with and sharing their everyday lives with hers.

Where she had what she longed for, friends.

At some time she had fallen asleep on window sill, her body had remained motionless she was lucky that she didn't fall from her window because in her dream she was anything but motionless, she was living a nightmare of her past. As a child, she had a rough childhood; rough wouldn't even begin to describe the terrors of her past time but this she would never share with anyone.

A long time ago, they had been the perfect family with a mother, a father, a daughter and the youngest son. Temari scarcely remembers this glimpse of happiness before it was forcefully taken away, never to be found again.