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Dancing Winds	By : DSaph Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So I hope you all like it. In this chapter Temari gets a hint at what Madara might have planned for her. She's not going to like it.
I ended up combining this and the next chapter so it can be a bit longer.
Italics are thoughts.

OK, so I've been kidnapped by the undead Madara and placed in a cushy stone prison.
How stupid of me not to have a plan in place for just this common occurrence. What was I thinking? Where's a genius when you need one?
Probably somewhere not thinking about me.
Back to the evil dead…
I'm here because my big mouth got Madara's attention. I don't think he took me because of my abilities. I'm not that special. My chakra isn't limitless, I don't have a magical powerful being housed in my body, and I'm not from some special clan. I also don't have any special abilities unless you count my mouth writing checks my butt can't cash. We're far beyond negotiating so there's no way I'm being held as some bargaining chip. I don't even think an Uchiha can actually comprehend the concept of negotiation.
No, I don't think he cares that I'm related to the Kazekage if he even knows I'm related to him. I'm not a significant piece in this war. So why the hell am I here?
Shit! Does anyone even know that I'm missing? I doubt it with all of the- Poof.
Temari jumped more than she wished she had when Madara showed up out of nowhere in front of her.
The room grew colder as Temari looked at him, but she couldn't will herself to look higher than his chest.
He stared down at her with his arms crossed and didn't move an inch.
Temari finally remembered herself. No matter who this guy is, you're still Temari. He's just a clone anyway. She stands up straight, tries to take a subtle calming breath and looks him in the face.
She held back a grimace at his dead cracked skin. It looked like it may chip off of his face at any moment. She keeps looking and meets his terrifying purple eyes. She can't help but to stare into them and she's surprised to still be breathing a moment later. She knew that this was a clone but with no way out it wouldn't be wise to destroy it. She also needed to get more answers before she made him really upset with her. She knew she could be tied up on the couch instead of standing in front of it.
She can't take the silence and asks him, "Why am I here?" More than a couple of minutes pass and Temari is finding it easier and easier to meet his gaze. She repeats, "Why am I here?"
"Because I want you here."
"What do you want from me?" She swallows hard as he starts to walk toward her. The sound of his clanking body armor consumed the entire room. She could barely think with him coming towards her. She instinctively took a step back but instead fell back on the couch. He smirks down at her and stops a few paces away.
"Urgh! Just tell me what you want, and how I can get out of here." She straightens herself out and crosses her arms.
He remains quiet and unmoved. Temari did not lie to herself and deny the unease this man caused in her, but her patience was wearing thin.
"What do you want to know? I don't know why you picked me, but you picked the wrong person. I'm not telling you anything about the five kage or the alliance. You'll just have to throw me back and hope the next person is more compliant. Although I doubt that even you will be able to get one of our shinobi to talk to you.
"You probably don't even understand the mentality of present day shinobi. Or am I even talking to Madara right now? You could just be the jutsu user acting through him. Just send me back now and save your time, whoever you are." She leaned back on the couch with her arms still crossed and a smug look on her face.
She was secure in that she knew he knew nothing of her and her past. Heck, he's been dead for decades. He's probably just feeling clueless about the world and needs a few random questions answered or something. When it came to intelligence she easily thought she had the upper hand.
"Information is not what I want from you." Confusion flashed across Temari's face.
What the heck? Well if it's not intel, what is it? Does he just want to mess with Gaara? He is fighting him. Maybe he wants to get in his head or something. But there's no way he could know we're siblings. We don't even look like each other.
Did he think the fourth division would fall apart? He couldn't know that I was presently in charge of the current division. Even so we have a well-established order in place. My absence won't impede our army's actions. This has to be the jutsu user.
"Hmpf. Took you long enough." Temari's eyes widened in disbelief. No way. There's no way that he can read minds too. Does that mean I finally figured out what he wanted?
The two zetsus appeared holding two big duffel bags each. "We had to travel a long way, Madara. We got everything you wanted though." Temari cringed at the creepy way they had of talking together and also at her inner embarrassment for having thought Madara could read her mind.
"Of course you did." His eyes never left Temari. "Temari isn't it?"
Shit. How does he know my name? "You know that's my name." Her tenseness was pouring through her words. What else does he know about me? About everything?
She finally understood what she thought Itachi must have felt because she definitely wanted to wipe all of the remaining Uchiha's off the face of the planet.
"Hn. I suppose I do. You have no knowledge that I need. I want you here because I simply want someone to be here. I have picked you to keep me company when this war is over. You're also shaping up to be more entertaining than fighting those pitiful excuses of shinobi you call kage so I'll be down here during the war too. Zetsu will explain some things for you. I'll be back soon."
"Wait! What if you don't come back? What if they seal you?" He strode over to her and patted her head. Temari hated people touching her without her permission but she tried to hide her irritation. This wasn't the time to make these people irritated with her. Not just yet. Not until she had an escape plan.
"They won't. But Zetsu will take care of things if I'm no longer around." and he disappeared.
The zetsus brought her out of her thoughts as they dropped the bags they were holding on the dining table.
"These are for you. Don't worry. I won't hurt you unlike him."
"Are you sure?" Temari did not miss the ambiguity in her own question or in their answer.
"Yes. I'm your new best friend." The one who wanted to be called Z said this. She noticed that Zetsu's body wasn't as twisted as Z's.
"Oh great. I always wanted a really freaky friend to have sleepovers with."
"We don't sleep."
"Do you guys know that you're really creepy?"
"Yes," they both stated together.
"What's in the bags?" Temari got off the couch and started to walk over to the table.
"The only way to know is to open them yourself."
"I won't get hit with some kind of knockout gas or anything will I?"
"Nope." Z and Zetsu take seats at the dining room table directly across from her to get the best view. Now Temari was really getting suspicious.
She slowly unzipped the first bag and found two sets of fans on top of a bunch of fabric. She opened one of the fans and was amazed at its beauty. The metal was silver and the leaves had cherry blossom branches over a lavender ombre background. They were regular sized hand fans but had a good weight to them. She charged them with a bit of chakra and was surprised that it worked.
Why would Madara give me weapons after taking away all of mine? She was not about to hand these over to Zetsu though. Any weapon is better than no weapon and these were nice weapons.
The other pair of fans were much larger than the hand fans but nowhere near as large as her main weapon. They were all black with a red moon and a red forest landscape on the leaves. These made her nervous and they did not respond to her chakra.
She quickly set them aside and it came to her. That bastard doesn't mind giving me weapons because he knows I can't even begin to try to kill him.
Temari had a hard time hiding her anger, but she knew that it was true. One on one with Madara would have a very quick and final end for her. She could not approach him physically. She didn't even have a way to seal him down here.
She began to unpack the fabric and realized that they were clothes. This bag and the second bag were filled with clothes. Some of them looked like really expensive kimonos and obis while others had chiffon and lighter materials that seemed too complicated for her to wrap her mind around at the moment. Great. He goes on a shopping spree for me. I don't need new clothes. Especially clothes I don't understand.
"Don't worry, Temari. I'll be helping you with your clothes from now on anyway."
"I bet you just know all about fashion. I mean you must go shopping all the time for yourself."
"You're going to be fun, Temari."
Temari's mind started to race as she went through the pile of fabric. Why would Madara give me clothes? Why would he give me these clothes? He wants me in these clothes. I don't like where this is going at all. This changes everything.
Temari's head started to feel tight and her tongue felt like it took up her whole mouth. She started to find it hard to focus and she felt a sudden light-headedness.
No, NO, NO! I've got to get out of here.
She grabbed hold of the table to steady herself and asked Zetsu, "What's the meaning of all of this?"
"Aren't you going to look in the other bags?"
Temari did not like this one bit. In fact there's nothing she's liked about this entire day. From Madara getting resurrected to having a dialogue with zetsus, it's all gone downhill. So she steadied herself and mentally prepared for whatever atrocities would meet her in the next two bags.
She quickly opened the third bag and sighed in relief. These were her clothes, her shoes, her hygiene products. It was all hers. Well, she didn't recognize a few pairs of shoes but compared to the first two bags she truly couldn't care less about a few pairs of sandals. Her mind would not let her enjoy the sight for too long though.
There was enough stuff in this bag to last her quite a while. She did not like the idea of staying in captivity for longer than a day let alone a couple of weeks or longer. This just made her situation all the more urgent.
Zetsu began to chuckle as he watched her face go from a look of relief to a look of concern.
Temari slowly looked to Zetsu and whispered "Why?"
Z got up and started rubbing her back up and down. "It's OK, Temari. We'll be here with you. I'm your friend remember."
Temari swiftly moved away from him down to the last bag. She opened the last bag and saw a bunch of kanzashi.
Kanzashi? Why would I need these. She picked a couple up and they tinkled in her hand. Well, I could probably use these as a weapon in a pinch.
She sorted past the kanzashi and saw a shiny chain. She pulled on it and a pair of handcuffs appeared. She dug deeper and found a lot of things that she didn't recognize.
Why would he bring a metal bar. I'm sure he doesn't need a lead pipe to murder me in the conservatory with. And why on earth would I need mittens down here? There were lots of cuffs, leather straps, small chains, and different types of rope.
Temari held up a collar to get a better look at it. It was purple leather and had four metal D-rings on it. She put it down and saw what looked like a larger version of the collar.
I don't even know what half of that stuff is but I know it doesn't look fun.
Temari collapsed into a dining room chair and let her head fall on the table. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt exhausted. She listened to Z and Zetsu put the things back into the bags and tried to stop her head from spinning.
In a dark shadow in the corner of the room, Madara's clone surreptitiously disappeared for real this time.

Madara inwardly smirked as his clone passed on his interaction with Temari and her reactions. He was still just playing with the kage and he had to admit to himself that he wanted to get this war over with quickly. He wanted to play in a different way.
Madara hated weakness and one thing he couldn't stand more than weakness was one who was weak and didn't acknowledge it. He saw this most often in women. Women like the Hokage, the Mizukage, and little Temari.
Something about her comment from earlier about not "underestimating her" had stuck in his mind. He knew that a woman who knew her place in life was much more valuable than an over-confident kunoichi any day. He would be the one to give the gift of self-awareness to Temari.
He thoroughly enjoyed making people realize their own limitations in the face of true power like his. But with Temari he could be more subtle than with the kage. There was no need to kill her. In fact, her gift to him for this realization would be her life.
Temari as the world knew her would no longer exist. Well, the entire world as it is wouldn't exist if Madara won, but Temari would be his own little project on the side. He always did have an affinity for Suna in his free time.
He sent a couple of nearby zetsus on a quest to get some more information about her and report it to him.
Madara was slammed into a rock face and was forced to acknowledge a bit of Tsunade's power.
It seems that the Hokage isn't as weak as I originally thought but she's still a far cry from true power. I'll dance with them for a little longer and then I'm moving on to bigger things.

"Temari, you should start getting ready. Madara is coming back soon and he doesn't approve of unisex clothing." Z tapped Temari on her shoulder bringing her back to the present.
"What did you just say?"
"He likes women to look like women. So get up and put this on." All of the bags were gone and a light pink kimono with a silver obi was on the table.
Temari picked up the Kimono and was thankful it wasn't one of the fancier ones she noticed.
She let out a sigh of resignation, "Why me, Zetsu? I'm not the prettiest girl out there. I'm definitely not the youngest or the oldest he could find. So why me?" She looked up at Zetsu with almost a look of desperation. "I'm not even from Konohagakure."
"Because he saw you." Temari practically leapt over the table at Zetsu and punched him in the chest.
"He had to have seen others too. You both knew my name and I've never even met you before. So you must know of other girls. Why not choose someone who makes more sense?"
Z put his hands up in a calming manner towards Temari. "Hey, hey, will you promise not to hit me if I say something?"
"It depends on what you have to say."
"Who would make more sense? Who should be here instead of you?"
Temari opened her mouth to speak but stopped.
The first name that came to mind was Haruno Sakura. Sakura was actually from Konoha and she had experience dealing with Uchihas.
Or maybe Ino.
Temari always admired Ino's ultra-feminine looks. She was a real blonde with long smooth hair and a really nice figure. She personally couldn't imagine how boys could resist her. She had always wondered if Shikamaru and Ino were ever involved. She imagined that if she were a man and on the same team that she probably would have gotten with Ino a long time ago.
But Temari wouldn't forsake anyone like that. What if they decided to act on her word? She couldn't live with being responsible for getting someone kidnapped. And she had to admit to herself that she probably wouldn't be much of a help up there anyway.
She knew she would not get out by trading places. "It doesn't matter. I'm just having a hard time understanding why I'm the one experiencing this."
"Remember you promised not to punch me, but it really is because he saw you. You're prettier than you think, Temari. He also wanted to be sure to not 'underestimate' you. You're just the type of girl he wants."
Temari cringed. "And what is it that Madara wants exactly? You are supposed to tell me."
"I thought I said it already, Temari. He wants you."
"You can come up with a better answer than that. I am in no mood to be toyed with."
"That's too bad, because that's what you are."
"I am not a toy!" yelled Temari.
"Okay, Okay. Whatever you say. But why don't we begin getting ready for his return. You don't want to disappoint him."
Temari smirked at him and crossed her arms. "And if I do disappoint?"
"Well…I guess you'll find out once it happens. But I don't think you'll like it."
"Maybe she will like it," piped in Zetsu.
"Well no one here will judge you either way. It's all just between you and him…and us. But we are him so we won't tell. Now go get dressed. We'll be picking out your outfits until you have a better sense of what you should wear. Come back out here when you’re done and I'll tie your obi."
"I can dress myself thank you."
"Actually you can't. I will always finish dressing you for Madara. Whether you like it or not."
"Fine." Pick your battles Temari. This could turn out to be a very long war.
This dress was nothing like her black kimono. It was in no way made to allow for free leg movement. She was already starting to feel confined. She missed her own clothes.
"I'm glad the kimono isn't too big. Madara will expect food, tea, and entertainment while you’re here. There are a few books in the library you can read to get better at cooking. You should study them whenever you can."
Temari snorted and crossed her arms. "If he wants entertainment he'd better bring a TV down here or something. It sounds like he just wants a maid. You can tell him right now that this isn't going to turn into some fantasy of his."
Zetsu laughed, "Do you know how to serve tea properly? He's expecting it when he returns."
"Unfortunately I do know how to serve tea properly even though I think it's a big waste of time. Do the dead even need to eat and drink?"
"Well, no. But he finds value in the tea ceremony. Go start getting the tea service ready. The water is already heating on the stove." Temari huffed over to the kitchen but kept stumbling from her restricted gait.
She started getting the tray ready while Z took the boiling water into the traditional room. I guess that's his entertainment room. A sudden shiver went up her spine at the thought of her and Madara in that room alone. She almost didn't notice Zetsu talking to her.
"And I'll also help you practice your dancing."
"Dancing!?"
Z had returned by this time. "Want to know a secret about Madara? He loves dancing. When Madara dances it's always a battle, but he loves to watch the other kind of dancing as well."
Zetsu cleared his throat before Z could go further. "He expects you to dance for him."
"He can expect whatever he wants. I'm not dancing for him...what kind of dancing are you even talking about?"
"Well, the type of dancing is ultimately up to you, but he's expecting some traditional fan dancing and some belly dancing."
"You are from Suna after all." Z added in.
"Madara always had a small soft spot for Suna. He thought that Suna was honest in its philosophy. Those in Suna were not afraid to put a value on anything and everything and he used to go there when he wanted time to himself. They didn't have time for sentimentalities and you could buy anything if you had enough money."
"He also thought they had the
best dancers," said Z. "He hasn't seen a good dance in ages."
"Yeah, I bet there's a lot he hasn't seen in ages." mumbled Temari. "You do realize that I'm not a professional dancer. Even if I did dance, there's no way I can live up to his memory of those times.
"Not to mention, I find it more than a little demeaning to shake my bare belly, among other things, in front of a man just because he wants to see it. I don't care who the guy is."
"Don't worry about it, Temari. We're here to help you. I'm sure you can do it."
"The problem isn't if I can do it. It's that I won't."
"Well tell him that yourself. He's waiting for his tea."
"He's already here? Fine." Temari picked up the tea-tray and in a sarcastically sweet tone said, "I'll bring him his tea and then we can have a nice heart to heart."

Madara’s clone was sitting at the low table waiting for Temari to enter. Zetsu informed him of their recent conversation and Madara couldn't help but to find it amusing.
He knew she probably couldn't dance well but that didn't matter. The point of the exercise was to make her uncomfortable and to do something that she didn't want to. Madara wanted to make her put effort and time into something she was absolutely against.
Zetsu also gave him a small report on what they knew about Temari's history. She was the eldest child of the fourth Kazekage and the sister of the current Kazekage. She used wind, she had a weasel summon, and she was surprisingly good at infiltration. So good that her skill was kept a secret from all but her brothers. She was very good at going unnoticed.
None of that would help her here.
As for the tea, he was still reanimated therefore Madara had no need for food or drink. But he still found the idea of a tea ceremony relaxing. It was a way to meditate without meditating. He always felt refreshed afterwards.
Madara also didn't plan on staying in this state for too long. He was going to be resurrected not just reanimated.
Then everything would change.

Temari wanted her fan as she looked down at the tea-tray. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so nervous. She was used to everything being straightforward. A fight was a fight. But she had a feeling that she was about to fight Madara in a way she never had to fight anyone before, and she wasn't very clear on the rules.
She entered the room and found the screen shut. She placed the tray down and knelt to open the door. She began the tea ceremony and refused to look at him until she had gone through all of the actions and handed him his tea. Temari never did put much stock in tradition and ceremony in general. She felt that you should just pour the damn tea and drink it.
She glanced at the ceiling. She could still hear rumblings from the battle above. Clone or not, she still wished she could've poisoned him.
"Do you like your tea?" she asked, hoping to make it seem like she put something in it.
"The tea always tastes the same to me. Do you know why I actually wanted to do this tea ceremony?"
"Of course I don't. I know nothing about you." Temari desperately wanted to throw the hot water into his face.
"It helps settle my mind. To just focus on the task at hand and watch someone prepare my tea is usually calming. Watching you was frustrating. I'll forgive you this one time, but I won't be so understanding after this."
"What did I do wrong?”
"You only went through the motions. You didn’t forget anything. You seemed hurried. Next time I expect more from you." Temari rolled her eyes at him and made to get up. Madara grabbed her chin harshly and turned her head towards him. "I know what you and Zetsu have talked about and I don't think you understand your role here."
Temari tried to turn her head away from him but he just grabbed her face harder and pulled her closer to him.
"I found you and brought you here. You no longer have family or friends. There is just me." He paused to let his words sink into her soul.
"You can decide what role I will play in your life. I can be worse than any demon your mind can imagine. I will make Shukaku look like a puppy compared to the things I will do to you. Do you understand?"
Temari could do nothing but look back at him. Her anger was smoldering inside of her and threatened to burst into flames. But she could sense that letting out her true feelings at that moment would be disastrous.
He smacked her before she even realized he had let go of her face. Temari didn't know slaps could be that hard.
He grabbed her face again. "You will answer me when I ask you a question. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Madara. I understand you." Temari muttered.
"From here on, it's Madara-sama, Lord Madara, or sir."
Temari couldn't believe it. She entered some nightmare. He threw her face back, and she quickly took the opportunity to take the tea tray to the kitchen. She put the tray down and leaned against the counter.
So that's it. I knew it when I saw those damned clothes. He wants me to be his own personal slave/maid/geisha person. I can't let him get away with this. Temari used a cloth to wipe off the sheen of sweat that had formed on her face and put it on the tea tray.
She turned around and saw Madara sitting in one of the chairs at the dining room table. He was angled away from the table with one arm on the table while the other rested on one of his open legs. He looked relaxed while Temari found herself leaning away from him from over a 15 foot difference.
"Temari, come here." She stood up straight and walked over to him aware that she had to take smaller steps due to her dress. She knew the second he left that she was getting out of that damn kimono.
She reached to pull out one of the dining chairs to sit in.
"Did I say you could sit?"
Temari refused to look at him and instead looked to the side and placed her hands on her hips when she said, "No, sir."
"You have no chance of winning a fight against me."
"I know that."
"Good. I won't tolerate you trying to test any theories on how to take my life."
"You're already dead and I'm pretty sure you're a clone. I don't have any sealing tags on me anyway."
"Yes, but I still won't tolerate it at any time. I will not use any dojutsu on you. You do not have to fear looking into my face." He laughed, "You're the luckiest person in this war. I'm not going to kill you like I'm going to those pitiful shinobi I'm fighting."
"Shut up! You're not going to kill anyone! They will seal you."
"I have already been sealed."
"What?"
"They can't tell the difference between my wood clones and me. So you are right. They will and have sealed me. It was just the wrong me. Perhaps you may be right about me not killing anyone. However, I wouldn't bet your life on it." He stands up holding the purple collar in one hand.
Madara begins to walk towards her and she starts to focus on the collar in his hand. She's determined to stay far away from him and it. She doesn't exactly know why, but she knows that she cannot let him put that thing on her.
She turns around to run away. Madara yanks her back. Her breath leaves her as her neck is pulled back to him.
"No!" she can barely speak. Temari struggled to get her fingers between her neck and the collar but Madara was choking her too tightly with it. Temari felt the pressure in her head build. She tried to kick him in the shins, or anywhere on his body, but her legs found nothing but air.
She could feel her neck straining against the collar. She was going to pass out soon. She tried to force her head back to give her fingers space in front of her neck and to hopefully headbutt Madara in the mouth. But all she hit was metal armor and the collar never gave any slack. Her vision started to tunnel and everything went dark.

A/N: Any thoughts shared would be appreciated. I actually would really love to have your thoughts. I have a forum topic here. http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/55735-dancing-winds-reviews-and-replies/#entry349438
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