Temari had no time to issue Naruto further instructions.

Temari sat in a jail cell trying to figure out what all had gone wrong. Gaara and Naruto were both loyal to her first, and sand second, and then anything else third.

Unfortunately when Gaara was injured severely in the chunin exam finals, it had allowed “Mother” to get some control back. While Temari’s orders still reigned supreme, Gaara was pushed to take the most bloodthirsty interpretation of those orders.

She’d also underestimated Naruto in every way. While he too was loyal to the sand and not the leaf, he was even more loyal to his team. She assumed that her own place at the top of his priority list was fine, but it seemed that his desire to protect those close to him had allowed to sneak his own team up there.

As a result of all this mess, Gaara had tried to kill Sasuke, and Naruto had stopped him.

Temari has gotten there just too late, and had watched as the Monster that resurfaced from her childhood was beaten down by a boy who was a full head shorter than her.

It had been awe inspiring, terrifying, and a little bit attractive in all honesty. When Naruto had told her during that first night that he didn’t have any control over the nine tailed fox, she’d been quite disappointed. However seeing him fight Gaara with almost no assistance from his own demon had been an eye opener.

Temari cursed the primal and foolish part of her that had indulged in fantasies when she was young. She’d thought of herself as a princess and Gaara as a monster, and had dreamed of a Knight saving her and sweeping her off her feet.

It was insulting to herself and women in general that she’d indulged so much in the idea of a man saving her, and it felt even more infuriating because for some reason all those old fantasies had started to creep into her thoughts again and this time they all started a small blond haired boy.

If she didn’t know any better she’d thing she was the one who’d been hypnotized into crushing on him, instead of it being he who’d been brainwashed to like her.

“That idiot better come soon, if he’s gonna sweep me off my feet he could at least sweep me out of this stupid cell.” Temari huffed to herself as she tried to get comfortable on the abomination they called a mattress.