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"She seems to be their corporal. Will she do?"
He stared deeply at the unconscious woman and and took a hand to release her hair bun and nodded,
"Very, leave her in the most sound proof room. I don't want her screams being heard too much. You know how I work."
War is horrid. Its scars were vivid across the terrain of every battle fought between the rival nations. Every man, woman and child were just another statistic to the casualties of war. Temari's squadron was no exception. They had been ambushed awhile traveling through a tall ravine. Their convoy had been decimated and the only survivors had been either wounded or cowered into submission. She herself was not ready to die and was included in the ones to cower. When she had enlisted she had thought like her two brothers, she would be ready to die for her country but, when she looked death in its face. It was much scarier than she had predicted. She was loaded onto an armored along with a seven other soldiers. Each having a black cloth bag over their heads and metal cuffs on their wrists. Upon arrival to their destination, each prisoner was bashed in the temple from the butt of a gun, rendering them all unconscious.
Temari awoke in a cold steel chair. Her vision was a bit hazed and her body was trembling with fatigue. She sat up and tried to stand but her wrists and ankles were strapped to the hind and front legs of the chair giving her no room to move freely. She studied the room she was in and thought of any small detail that could save her. Any. The only thing that caught her attention was the window behind her that had a thick sheet of glass over it. However, it was too small for her to possible fit through and knew that would not be a way out. The door on the opposite side of the room creaked open and emerged was the silhouette of a tall slim male. He had a rather - plain look to him and not that of a normal crazed interrogator. He honestly looked like an average Joe. He walked toward the table and dropped a bag under it. He placed his hands on the cold surface and said,
"Hello, I will start this out with friendly conversation. If you work with me, this will be over soon. My name is Shikamaru. My occupations as you see in an interrogator of Pow's and war criminals. What is your name? I don't want to be rude and call you by a number."
She had gone through vigorous mental and physical training to resist situations like this. She knew better than to answer any question he threw at her and could take any punishment he would dish. He chuckled at the mute woman and pulled the table back. He stepped in front of her and squatted, meeting her eyes for the first time.
"You must have me mistaken. I wanted an answer."
His hands reached for the collar of her dusted t-shirt and ripped a clean two inch line down her shirt. Revealing her dog tags and a bit of her cleavage. He took a hold of her dog tag and read her name,
"Temari Saba - ku? Nice to meet you."
He pulled a key chain from his back pocket and began to flip through the line of keys humming to himself. He snapped his fingers once he found a large silver key and leaned over her, finding the locks for the cuffs and unlocked them. She lifted her hands a bit confused as he stepped away with his hands in his pockets as she asked bluntly,
"You're letting me go?"
"You again, have me mistaken. I simply want you to get a bit more comfortable and maybe you'll answer me more comfortably."
"And if I decide to kill you?"
"You can always try but, - "
Before he could finish, she had broken the space between them. Her hands found the ring of his neck and for a moment she could handle this feeble coward and escape but how wrong was she. Within a few hand motions, his hands hit the correct pressure points in her wrists and forearms causing her to lose her grip on him, he took a tight grip of her forearm and shoulder blade and pushed her face into the table with a loud crash. Her breathing was heavy with a bit of exhaustion already while his had not seemed to pick up tempo. This enraged her even more and caused her to give a defeated sigh. He giggled as he stood over the backside of the woman and placed his lips to her ear and whispered,
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Fanfiction[ ShikaTemmy ] When your heart has been abandoned since childhood, and you do what you must to survive through the night. What will the Genius of the Nara Family do to survive during the war torn era of his homeland.