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The first gift he’d ever given her was a pastel pink and orange Temari. She covered her eyes with her hands but couldn’t hide the smile growing larger and larger upon her face as he told her to “open” and held out the ball.
Her feverish grin diminished slightly at the sight of the present, a look of confusion hidden behind her steel blue eyes. His forest green ones met hers, and he flinched despite his ingrained emotional training.
“Well this is a shock,” she teased, resting one hand on her hip and tugging at her ecru scarf with the other, “and here I was expecting diamonds.”
“You informed me that you wanted no such things.”
“Oh hush, Yondaime.” The blonde smiled, her bangs nearly shadowing her eyes, “I was merely teasing. Here, let’s have a look.” She held out a hand and for a moment, he took that small part of her entirely in. How could a hand so delicate and enticing aid in the killings of numerous Shinobi?
How could one woman be filled with so many contradictions?
The brunette set his thoughts aside and plopped the Temari into his lover’s hand. He looked up towards the ceiling, desperately hoping she’d view the gesture as nonchalant, all the while hoping even more that she would truly like her gift.
After what seemed like an eternity, a small sigh broke the silence of the room, catching Yondaime’s attention. With calculating yet bored eyes, he watched her stuff the colorful ball into her vest pocket and sent him a smirk mischievous enough to make the hairs on his arms rise to attention.
“Karura?”
The girl in question let out a soft chuckle at the accusation in his tone, and began to fasten her scarf around her head and walked towards the door.
“I was just imaging how absurd our first child’s name would have been had you have gotten me a purse or sandals for a birthday present.” She turned halfway, her blonde bangs and dark eyes the only things visible behind the makeshift sun-protector.
“Temari isn’t half bad.”