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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: No sex yet. Don't expect it in this chapter. This is definitely more of a story with some sexy stuff later.
I hope you enjoy reading it. I enjoyed writing it.
Italics are thoughts.

Temari woke up bent over with her head on the floor. She started to get up but something stopped her. She opened her eyes to see that she was bound. She still wore the pink kimono but nothing else about her situation was the same. Her ankles, calves, and thighs were tied together. The rope around her calves was connected to the rope around her thighs keeping her in a kneeling position. Each wrist was tied to the sides of her legs forcing her palms to lie on the ground.
When she tried to sit up she felt a pull on her neck and realized that she was wearing the collar and a rope went through the d-ring in front down to the ropes on her legs. She was stuck in a kneeling bow and she could lift her neck barely more than a foot off the ground.
"Zetsu! Z! What is the meaning of this?" The collar was on so tight around her neck that it actually hurt to flex her neck muscles or to swallow. She definitely wouldn't be screaming out their names again very soon. She was incredibly uncomfortable, embarrassed, and angry.
Zetsu appeared before her. "Yes Temari, Is something wrong?"
"I'm going to pretend you did not just ask me that question. What the hell is going on?"
"You're tied up, and don't worry about trying to cut those ropes with some kind of wind chakra blade. It won't work. But I also don't think you want to upset Madara more than necessary so just sit there and be a good little girl. It'll be over in no time."
"Why did he tie me up in the first place?"
"Z and I tied you up. He ordered it because of the little incident with the collar you had earlier."
"How long was I out?"
"Just about ten minutes. Not long at all."
"Ok, I learned my lesson. You can untie me now." Temari hoped her statement didn't sound as hollow as it was.
"No, I can't. Not until Madara says I can. I can ask him for you if you like."
"Please do."
"He says, 'No.'"
"That was fast. Did you just pretend to ask him?"
"Madara and I are connected. We can communicate almost instantaneously."
Well that explains a lot of my confusion. This Zetsu guy has been telling him everything about me. I have to be careful about what I do and say in front of him. "OK, so what's going on in the war, Zetsu?"
"I'm back!" Z walked over to Temari and Zetsu with some kanzashi tinkling in his hands. "I just got you some more new clothes, Temari. I can't wait to see you in them. And I've wanted to put some of these in your hair since I got them. Now I finally can." He started sticking all kinds of flower picks in her hair while she tried to make it as difficult as possible. She could feel some of their tails dangling on the side of her head.
"Stop touching me, and stop putting that crap in my hair."
"I'm all done anyway. It's actually pretty boring out there. As far as Madara is concerned, he's pummeling your kage. Naruto's fight is progressing slowly but you wouldn't like where it's headed. As for the rest of the troops, they've started getting me out of their ranks, and they're all either still fighting reanimated shinobi or their heading towards Naruto.
"None of it really concerns you anymore, Temari. No one up there but Madara is going to help you. I don't think anyone has even noticed you're missing."
I'm not surprised no one's noticed I'm missing. Everyone's busy trying to stay alive. The only two people who really care about me are probably fighting some of the hardest fights of their lives.
"Can you untie me yet?"
"No."
"We really need to grow your hair out, Temari. At least it's nice and thick though." Z started to comb his fingers through Temari's ponytails.
"Stop touching me." Temari swallowed hard and painfully before she said what was on her mind next. Temari decided that if she could not fight them physically she could at least try to find out as much as she could about the enemy's plans. "If Madara does win…where will they send him next?"
"No one sends Madara anywhere. And when he wins, he'll go visit Naruto. It's where everyone else is going anyway."
"Madara is a corpse. Someone is controlling all of the reanimated shinobi and they have a plan for Madara whether he likes it or not." Temari thought about picking a fight over the idea that Madara's win was a given outcome but she just couldn't bear to argue and be wrong. She could only imagine the crazy jutsus he was pulling on her brother and the other kage. Not to mention his limitless amount of chakra on top of his knowledge and battle experience. It was a fight she wouldn't dare think about too much while being below all of the action.
"Why would someone who's dead want you, Temari?"
Good question. Why would anyone want me?
"He's coming back. We'll talk to you later Temari." Just as they sunk into the floor Madara's clone appeared in front of her.
Madara was standing too close for Temari to see more than his legs and she'd rather look down at her own thighs than strain to look at his knees.
Her stomach felt tight and she had a hard time placing her feelings. Temari had felt many things in her life including terror, panic, and embarrassment. This was a mixture of them all. She felt helpless. She was there kneeling at Madara's feet and she couldn't even look him in the face. Temari quickly decided that she would do her best to put on a front of confidence. In a voice that was less angry than she was and more steady than she felt she asked him, "Have you defeated the kage? Is that why you came back?"
"Don't question my actions. I will do as I please and you will accept it. As for the kage, they are still alive and will be thoroughly defeated soon. I've decided to unleash destruction itself on them. They should feel privileged to see it before their death."
"Let me go be with my little brother. If you are going to kill him, I'd like to be there in his last moments. You must have had family when you were alive. Can't you remember what it feels like to lose them?" Temari didn't know much about Madara but she knew she would have to fight this man with emotions and reasoning. She would have to keep trying tactics until one of them worked and she started with sympathy.
"…"
"You can keep a clone by me if you're worried. I just want to see my little brother one more time."
"No."
"Is it likely that the Kazekage is going to die?"
"Most likely."
"...If I promise to do whatever you like without complaint would you spare him? I'll do whatever I can to save him."
"No, and you'll still do whatever I like. How you feel about it is your own concern. I have no desire to kill you, but I will hurt you. I am in control of everything. If I am willing to give you something I will give it to you. Don't ever ask me for something like that again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Madara-sama. But-"
"Temari, I will control the world. Everyone's existence will get better with my will as their own. But my plan is not what everyone thinks it is. I will not live in my own genjutsu all the time; I will still act in this world. Depending on how I feel after this war, I may not even make the Tsukuyomi as permanent as I first thought. The people in this time seem exceptionally weak and it might not be needed.
"But you, however, will still have your will. You will stay in this world, but only for me. Deal with that however you wish. Everyone must deal with loss, but you are going to lose much less than everyone else. You are not as physically strong as some kunoichi I've recently met, but you may be much more defiant than I first assumed.
"It actually makes you more interesting, but it does nothing to change my demands of you. You are going to be my companion. You're life from here on out will probably not be easy for you. I believe some women wouldn't mind this situation but I probably would find no real interest in those women.
"Listen to me, Temari. There is no escape that you can make from here. You are here until I decide you can leave, and I have no desire for that."
Temari couldn't pinpoint exactly when angry tears began to fall from her eyes but she couldn't deny their presence. She felt pathetic and indignant. It took all of her strength to keep her head from bowing to the ground under the weight of his words and the pull of the rope.
"You are in your current position because you chose to defy me. I might decide to leave you like that for the rest of this battle. I don't think you have humbled yourself in front of someone like me and I'm rather enjoying your experience."
He squatted down and lifted her head as far as it would go. "I can feel your emotions rolling off of you and I'm reveling in it." He gently wiped a tear away with his thumb before abruptly standing up and disappearing.

Madara's clone with Temari disappeared as the reanimation jutsu was being released in the war.
Madara had expected this from the moment he talked to Kabuto through Lord Mu. He didn't expect it to happen so soon. He could see the kage were shocked beyond belief as he went through the hand signs to rescind the contract. He made it clear to them that he was here to stay.
He voiced his embarrassment about having to recreate his perfect Susano'o. The kage were already trying his nerves. They were so beneath him that he could actually play around with Temari at the same time during their fight. He had thought he wouldn't be able to even talk to her until after the war, but they were so weak that he could send clones to mess with her all he wanted.
He was mentally over this fight. He had already proven his strength against them and now there was no real point in continuing.
Onoki. Onoki would be the one to not give up. Madara started to wish he would have killed that brat ages ago when he had the chance. If Onoki wasn't broken then Madara would have to continue. He would make sure they knew their place.

She wiped her eyes off as best she could on her knees. She laughed at herself and wondered what her brothers and friends would think of her now. Temari realized that this situation was going to require her to say things she didn't really mean and to do things she normally wouldn't. She could play this game but it was going to be hard.
She called for Zetsu in a much more subdued manner than earlier and he almost appeared next to her instantly.
"When can you untie me?"
"I'll do it now."
"Thanks." She hated that her voice sounded so fragile. It always did after she cried. She made a promise to herself that no matter how angry or upset she got she would not shed another tear. She would not show her true self to these people.
Z showed up and helped Zetsu untie her. She reached behind her neck to take off the collar and found her fingers fumbling over the buckle. "Z, can you take this off for me?"
"That doesn't come off. It's locked on."
"Can't you loosen it a little?"
"No. It only comes off when you shower."
"But you won't be showering until you go to bed," Zetsu interrupted.
"OK, well I'm pretty hungry." As she looked through the fridge and the cupboards she decided to ask Zetsu and Z some more questions about the war.
"So any new developments in the war?"
"Well the alliance is winning most of the battles but they're going to lose the war..."
"I'd like you to explain that statement."
"Well one of the re-animations rebelled against Kabuto and released the Edo Tensei."
"What!?" Temari almost dropped the bowl of instant ramen she had decided on.
"Yes, all of the reanimations have been destroyed."
"So does that mean Madara's gone?" She couldn't help but to sound more than a little hopeful.
"No, Madara defeated the jutsu. He's still reanimated but he no longer has anyone who can recall him. Now he's practically unstoppable."
This is unbelievable. Why would anyone dare to reanimate someone as dangerous as Madara? We have to destroy him somehow. Ha! What am I saying? I can't do a damn thing. I haven't even seen anything other than a clone the entire time I've been down here. She glanced up at the ceiling. The rumblings from above were background noise to her now and she barely noticed them anymore.
She sat in silence as Zetsu and Z watched her eat. Kamatari! Maybe I can keep trying to summon him here and then he can notify someone of my whereabouts and the information I've gathered. But he can't just appear before another person can he? He could run there but there’s no clear way out of here. Maybe he could reverse summon me... But I would only return to where I was to begin with. Dammit! I can't use Kamatari in this situation even if I could summon him. Why couldn't I be held captive in a big tree house?
Zetsu offered to clean up her ramen for her and Temari accepted. Z also got up and went towards the entertainment room. Once he opened the door he motioned for Temari to follow him.
She noticed a music player on an alcove near the raised platform. Z walked over to it and beckoned her over. As he was instructing her how to work it Zetsu came in with some new clothes. Temari almost jumped for joy when she recognized her own clothes. He brought in the outfit she wore to the kage summit and her new fans.
They explained that she needed to practice her dancing.
"Madara wants you to have at least three dances ready for him as soon as possible. He wants to have a little celebration once he has some time."
"That bastard wants me to dance for him in celebration of possibly killing my family and friends? What if he kills my brother? He wants me to dance for him in celebration of killing my brother?”
"You shouldn't call Madara a bastard. I don't think he would like it."
"Well there's a lot about this I don't like. And I'm not dancing for that man. Especially if it means everyone I care about is dead."
"You can tell him that when you see him. He's coming down one last time before you go to bed. Those people were a part of your old life. Madara suggests you grieve for them now while he's not here. As long as you do your best he'll be happy watching. He doesn't care what type of dancing you do as long as you use the fans at least once. It's really not that hard Temari."
"And if I don't dance?"
"You'll have to find that one out on your own."
"Can you guys leave so I can change clothes?" She also couldn't wait to yank out her hair decorations.
"Yeah, we'll leave you alone. Go through the music and find some songs you like. That should be a good start. We'll check back in with you before Madara comes back again."
Temari went through the music choices more because the silence was beginning to get to her. Some of the songs were exactly what she was expected those being mostly traditional shamisen and flute songs. But there were quite a few songs that really piqued her interest. Some songs actually seemed to be from her own listening inclinations.
Temari was tempted to just sit there and listen to music while refusing to practice a performance for that man. But she thought better of it. It would be much easier for her to figure out a way out if she wasn't tied up and it would allow her to possibly talk with him. She knew her biggest chance of getting out was to talk her way out of there.
If I have to dance for this psycho I'm going to dance how I want and to the music I want. He'll just have to deal with it. He may think I'm doing this crap because he's making me, but I'm doing it just to gain his trust. As long as you know why you’re doing it, it will be fine, Temari. You can do this.
Temari spent what must have been almost two hours dancing before Zetsu and Z came in.
"Can we see what you've done so far?"
"No."
"Don't be mean Temari. We are here to help you."
"I don't need your help. If Madara really wants me to do this crap then he'll get just that. When do I have to do this dance anyway?"
Z held up three fingers and pointed to each one as he said, "One for the current battle, one for the next battle, and an extra just in case. He'll expect them for when the battles are over."
"Go and wait on the couch while I get your things out of here."
Temari felt her anger growing again as she went out to the couch. How dare he treat me like some kind of prize or something? But that man does scare me. I'm not getting out of here anytime soon and I'm going to have to come up with a plan. I need to start with boundaries. Madara thinks that he can make me do whatever he wants. He can if he uses force. There's no way around that. So I need to either get him to not ask me to do those things in the first place and/or not get him to use force if I refuse to do something. OK…how do I do that? I gain his trust. I make him care about how I feel.
Madara appeared before her and gave her a discerning look before sitting in front of her on the coffee table.
"Temari, did you have something you wanted to talk to me about?" Damn those zetsus.
"I had a few questions about…the dancing."
"Are you modest? Because if you are, I must tell you that your outfit tells me otherwise." Temari just smirked at him. She was used to getting comments about her outfits and none of them fazed her anymore. Her clothes were usually on the short side. She didn't mind showing off her legs as long as it was on her terms.
"No it's not my modesty that's giving me concern. It's my dignity. It's the fact that you want me to dance as some sort of victory prize for you. Do you have no empathy? I love my brothers more than anything and-"
"If your brother truly wanted his life he would have never stood against me. I’m the only one who matters to you now."
“Or am I the only one you have?” Madara stood and slapped Temari so that her cheek was a bright red. He latched a finger in a ring around her collar and brought her close to his face. Temari could smell the death that was still in him and she could barely breathe. Her hands instinctively went in front of her and tried to push him away. Madara's face twitched in self constraint and he just pulled her closer.
"Temari, I'm going to let you in on a secret. We are underneath the area where Naruto and the alliance are fighting me and Obito. I will be resurrected soon, but I won't be able to come back to you until everything is almost over. Cherish the time you have before that, because when I'm no longer dead my treatment of you will change drastically. Some of my senses are dulled in this state and I don't want to waste anything before I can appreciate it the way I should. No more warnings after today. The next time I see you the rules will change.”
Madara pushed her back on the couch. Temari almost flinched when she saw his arm move but there was something different. He gently rubbed her reddened cheek before turning away from her and disappearing.
Temari sat stunned on the couch for a few minutes before heading to the bathroom. She really wanted to get in a hot bath.
Zetsu stopped her at the door.
"Can I help you, Zetsu?"
"No, I'm here to help you. I don't want to wait for you while you're in there so I wanted to show you where you're sleeping." Temari followed Zetsu down the hallway and came to the last door in the hall. He revealed a dark room filled with a dark ambience. It was large but the ceiling was much lower than the rest of the cavern. It felt stifling to Temari.
"This can't be my room." The bed was much bigger than anything she had slept in and the linen was all black. The headboard and footboard were tall and made from a dark wood with Uchiha clan fans cut out of the wood. In the far corner was a large round shallow pit lined with carpets and filled with pillows and blankets.
"It's not. You don't have a room. This is Madara's room."
"There's no way I'm sleeping in Madara's bed."
"That's fine with me. But you do have to sleep in this room. Be sure to come straight here once you're done in the bathroom. I may or may not be here, so please just do it."
"Well I do plan on taking my time in that bathroom."
"Be sure not to use the bath house portion. That's not there for you. Just shower and leave. I will know if you take a bath instead of just showering."
"Whatever Zetsu, I'm just ready for this whole nightmare to be over. Maybe I'll go to sleep and wake up in my tent where I should be. Wait, before you go, can you tell me what's going on up there?"
"Overall the allegiance isn't doing too badly. They still can't beat Madara though."
"Can sealing him still stop him?"
"Well I guess he could still be sealed, but it would be incredibly difficult to do. And he would always remain a looming threat if unsealed."
"So he knew all along that he would beat the Edo Tensei limitations, didn't he?"
"Yes."
"But he's still dead."
"Yes."
"And my family?"
"They're still alive."
"Thanks for telling me, Zetsu. Tell Z good night. Oh and don't forget about this." Temari pointed to her neck and Zetsu removed her collar. She definitely would not remind him to put it back on.
Her pajamas and a towel were on the toilet, and she found all of her hygiene products already in the bathroom. Well at least they brought my own PJs albeit pajamas I never wear. She showered and put on the purple nightgown shift and grabbed her Suna headband. The nightgown had thick straps and went to right below her knees.
She went down to his room and decided that she was going to go straight to bed. She hated to admit it but the cool sheets felt really nice after her hot shower. She laid there in the dark with just a small light near the floor in case she needed to get up in the night. Now was her time to think. Who knew when the next time she'd have a moment like this would be.
I have to either get Madara to not ask me to do things I don't want to do and/or get him to not get mad at me if I don't do something he wants me to do. Temari's hand unconsciously went up to her cheek. So far he's just slapped me a couple of times and tied me up. I really don't want it to get worse than that, but I might have to test him a few times. I'm going to have to learn how to manipulate this asshole. That means I'm going to have to negotiate with myself.
I'm really going to hate this. But I will be able to live with myself if I swallow some of my pride and keep my mind straight. If I exchange too much of my pride for the chance to save my life, eventually I won't have much of a life worth living. If I exchange my pride for my life, the possible defeat of Madara and the Akatsuki, and the lives of my family and friends then it will be worth it. I just have to keep constant mental vigilance.
Maybe he'll think that I've given in. That might be even better. If he thinks I'm a lot more docile than I am I might be able to manipulate him more easily. Perhaps I could even try to endear him to me. That's a dangerous game, but I'm already losing. I have to even my odds. Hopefully he'll be defeated. I have faith in my friends, but if he wins...I might be the only one able to stop him after the war
Temari started to feel herself falling asleep. I hope I don't have to stay here long. That was her last thought as she finally let herself go to sleep.
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