Title: The Red Badge of
Fandom: Naruto
Characters / couples: Shikamaru / Temari (main); hints Shikamaru / Shiho, Temari / OC
Genre: Erotic , Introspective
Rating: Red (tending to orange ... say Cinnabar Red)
Word Count: ~ 5000
Link: EFP
Alerts: sex scene with some semidescrittivo
Notes: Written for the ShikaTema 's Day!
Small premise. This fanfiction has an odd style and filmed by another story a bit 'antiquated. It 's almost entirely in the present and especially does not follow a proper history, suggested only a few elements. But I hope that fanfiction is readable as the previous one that looks like.
xD And then, but this is more a premessina is a fanfiction that has nothing to do with that previous ShikaTema I have written. E 'decidedly more adult, but not because a lemon - you can talk about sex in different ways. The characters appear similar to those of Shippuden, more mature and "quiet." Shikamaru, perhaps, does not look like a teenager, but has always been a bit 'different from his peers. Temari. Be ', is Temari Temari.
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light of the sun slanting through the windows of the office marks the seven semi- a fading afternoon. View from her, Shikamaru's silhouette against the light, looking out the window, it is misty, the faint outline. The cigarette between his fingers a trail of smoke emanating lithe, wiry, which merges with the gray clouds.
"I can not find a document," she says with a slight annoyance while Temari rummages among the papers on the table.
He does not answer, not even turn to control at least at a glance. "He is about to begin celebrating the seventieth anniversary of the birth of Konoha," is only after a while '.
"You hate the holidays. Help me, instead of looking out the window even stuff that interests you. "
Thus, as she wanted, he turns around. Bathed in sunlight, but Temari is fiery and flamboyant, like one of those mythological goddesses of illustrated books that he read when he was small Shikaku. It seems that she is to adopt a purple aura, and is well suited to his irreverent personality and aggressive, like a mantle that fits perfectly surreal.
Shikamaru takes two steps toward the fellow and takes a leaf out of his chair before reaching him. She grabs a quick, nervous gesture.
"Oh, here it is," said relieved. "If we had not found, we would split the Tsunade-"
"What about going the party together? "Temari
slightly arched an eyebrow. "You're asking me to go out after work?"
"Yeah, well ', so we still have to make the road together ..." he says doing shrugs.
She draws a stack of papers on the table and smiled with amusement, that's fun, a bit 'derisory and captivating. "If you did not know you well that we almost believe you were trying with me."
And curiously, for the first time in what she recalls, smiling at him is the same.
"Then you do not know me at all, Temari."
A slight bit of surprise through her eyes.
When you begin, it becomes much easier. For him it was with Shiho, the first girlfriend, or something like that. A girl mild, simple, nothing complicated grief that could Shikamaru. The enamored and timid glances from behind the thick lenses of his glasses sitting in front of the library to read the tomes full of archaic words and formulas indecipherable.
"They've all noticed that the row you," Kiba told him, laughing as the snarling dog that appears. "Why do not we thinking?"
Shikamaru does not treat girls as that meant the Inuzuka, but it is certainly the lust that's missing. That is revealed the night, in solitude, fictitious and uninhibited as happens to all boys his age, adolescents growing and sexual discovery. His fantasies are mixed at the naked bodies of unknown face clouded, and pronounced breasts prosperous river, but were never recorded on anyone in particular. Shikamaru knows that girls are just friends, relatives, faces more or less familiar. What others have considered the prettiest and geese are for him too frivolous, the most sensual too old.
He thought it would only start attending to think otherwise, maybe with someone like Shiho, quiet enough, not screaming and it is not silly, intelligent on average. So he asks if he can take her home after she finished her study and, flushed with books pressed to the chest shaken by the beating heart, he accepts with a smile awkwardly.
To start, an afternoon like many others, gives her a kiss on his lips, a gesture that Shikamaru-tested running almost without knowing why. She clings to his arm so excited. It looks like a girl who has just received the best gift.
Perhaps it should be too, thinks that while controlling time is on his watch, but soon gets distracted.
Even though his eyes are bleary and sweetened dall'idillio love the fact that even she realizes something is wrong. It happens one night a week later, just returned from an appointment with her friends, those meetings are only for females who argue about boyfriends and problematize everything.
"Why do not you ever take your hand? I'm always doing it. "
" I do not see where the problem is. "
" The problem is that it never takes the initiative. It appears that you have not ever want to get to hand. "
" It's not like you say, if so I detached when you do it. "
" You do not understand! "
It 's the phrase that's repeated more females than any other. Yet there is nothing to understand. There is nothing wrong. The problem is one, and she is the gentle and quiet Shiho, who is now suddenly become different from that evening and that it exacerbates and always complains.
This is not what he expected. The problems have sprung up without him doing anything.
could not last.
"I heard that you and Shiho you have left," said Choji's arm after taking it with him to get away from the commotion of the party. It 's the birthday of Naruto, who has decided to invite everyone you know. Celebrate the evening, outdoors, around a large buffet set up by his closest friends. Robe of Naruto Uzumaki, in fact. Unlike him, Shikamaru is just in the mood to party.
"I bet Ino told you that I left," his friend replied annoyed. "Ino is angry with me for this, hardly speaks to me. Her girls and their bloody coalitions and misandry feminist ... " Choji
smiles and bites into a sandwich. "I do not see you so sad."
"I'm not sad, and really not even angry. I feel nothing. It 's the point. Shiho said he did not feel anything and I did nothing. "
" Maybe he's right, you said, not the air to be so taken by her ... But you never liked some of them at least a little? "
" It's not that I like someone, there are only girls who are more sympathetic to me and my girls are not funny. "
" As with the Boys, eh? "Choji ago in an ironic tone. "I do not that is, in fact, you suck because you like the females the males? "
" Do not put us too ... "Shikamaru joked with an air of mock annoyance. "It 's already annoying to have a thirty girls who look at you wrong by far."
There is one, however, heedless of everything and everyone. Shikamaru sees a chance in the crowd, while approaching the crowded buffet to get a drink.
Temari has something eccentric in being so introverted. Walk alone in the midst of all is not interested in things that others tease. That guy behind him, to example, with a cigarette between his lips and the air as a boy lived, the most common types that go to parties to approach, who approaches her and hands her one of the two glasses of beer he is holding, offering the most ; abused cliches to attack button.
"How about Tenten?" Choji begins from scratch. "It 's a fine, the goose does not seem so joyful that you hate." Temari
grabs the glass and the guy starts talking. Shikamaru does not know what he is saying, it's too far away to hear them. He gestures and smiles, he'll surely making a joke. Sounds like fun. Or maybe not. She drinks without even looking.
"Or Ayame, all'ichiraku what works," continues to say the Akimichi. "Kitchen of fabulous dishes, but perhaps that is my girl!"
finished drinking, Temari returns to the empty glass guy, takes his cigarette between his fingers - she has always hated the smoke - knocking him off and handed it in beer not yet touched. With the same indifference with which he performed these actions, under the gaze of the boy bewildered and beaten, she leaves.
"Shika, but you listening? Should I take your silence as a yes? "A few
meters from the unknown alone, participation, Shikamaru pulls out one of his most dazzling smiles, amused and amazed.
As every year during the festival on the anniversary of the birth of Konoha, highways are crowded with people in flowing kimono in caravans to the temple to pray. The izakaya in which all of Shikamaru and Temari is crowded. The tables are all occupied and put himself standing at the counter. He has a glass of sake in her hands, she is waiting for her.
with an alcohol under my nose, Shikamaru seems to another. He still remembers when he was little more than a nipper, while some bullshit chatter on the clouds and females. Know better by now seems so light in which they were brought out just half an hour before, and at the same time it seems the same as always, calm, aloof, not at all intimidated.
The call came to tell her that even her sake and she nods. To have to look into the eyes, Temari has to raise a lot of the head. It 'grew suddenly, in little more than a few months.
"Uoooh, Shikamaruuu" suddenly heard screaming from the street. E 'Lee, the boy of whom she seems to remember something. A recalcitrant type, good-natured and exalted, who gets drunk to fight. And apparently even outside the missions. Her face is flushed, the eyelids weighed down and look bewildered.
"Do not come to the temple?" She asks aloud. Shikamaru shrugs.
"After, perhaps."
Lee to make a funny and insightful, nodding his head and smiling drunk with my mouth open. Then he adds, paying an eloquent look at Temari and after him, before being dragged from the crowd: "I do not enjoy too much, then!" Shikamaru
sketched only a smile, without saying anything. Temari looks at him sideways, sipping his sake.
"People always think we know that We are together, "he says casually.
"I know," Shikamaru ago, and then, almost by chance: "Why do not we try for real?"
She glances between the outraged and amused. "Thank you bid, Nara, but decline. Engaged not for me. I do not like those ideas such as holding hands, walking together, kissing under the stars ... "Shikamaru
laughs, and the incredible thing is that it seems to really taste. "I feel like an upset stomach if I think about having to do all the fuss. E 'out of my way of being. " At a Glance
accidental notices that a table has just been released. To occupy it before anyone else does, Temari suddenly grabs the forearm and carries with it Sgambati to large and rapid strides through the crowd. Finally seated, he puts his hand in his pocket to check that nothing had fallen, she opens the sleeve, cross their eyes and, without any of the other two accounts, exchange a smile and intriguing accomplice. The lasting until the outbreak of the first firework.
Shikamaru is smart, ironic, rational, not suffering from a superiority complex or simple-mindedness of those of his age. E 'increased and Temari finds him cute, him trying for nothing more than the normal interest, the same as that for the first three years of Suna ninja. Him, Temari has hardly any flash of memory. His walk erect and solemn, for example, or lowered his eyebrows perpetually. His name has forgotten along with his face. At the time
Temari was fifteen years old and were already present in those qualities that marked her as the pride, the pride, the impudence, the disdain for human weaknesses. It was not yet a woman, but was paradoxically an adult for all purposes. Was shortly to be so completely.
That was a little boy a couple of years older, mysterious, irresistible, from the knees to bend at all. But that was not what had fascinated.
jonin was already seventeen years and had conducted many missions on behalf of the Kazekage, some level A.
One thought was reflected endlessly in the mind of Temari. He was the best.
E 'reasoning and naive lucubrations, what he does. Already disenchanted love without even having experienced it, reflecting the lack of affection from the family, united only by herself, reflecting that only the best can disentangle them from the only piece of childhood that has remained a weakness that she wants to deny at all costs, that does not belong anymore, or that perhaps she never really belonged.
leaned his arms on the fence near the house, cross-legged, and looks earnestly from a distance while training alone with the kunai. He sees her almost immediately.
"What are you, little girl?" Says launching a muffled scream that is in large part by the winds of sand. E 'grumpy and annoyed, probably used to such silly and attention from the females. Temari does not move an inch, so and he approached her.
"They say you killed fifty of the Mist ninja everything alone," Temari is when you find him at your doorstep. 'It is true? "
The boy makes a face that knows only of arrogance. "They were forty. The other ten I killed them the next day. "
" Mh. Not bad, "Temari discursively currency. It does not seem particularly surprised.
"And you, little girl," he says defiantly, "which blatantly kunoichi mission you run? You bought some lipstick cosmetic product type? "
" I live under the same roof Gaara, "Temari replied sardonically. The ninja just raises his eyebrows in an imperceptible movement of wonder.
"So you're the daughter of the Kazekage ..." he says with an air which, unlike before, it seems almost amused. Even attitudes are different, resembling hers.
Temari, nell'inesperienza, admits, however, when he inspires the desire of others. Could do anything and let him finish there, but she likes to make things more complicated and fun. So move away from the fence and, before leaving, tells him: "The only lipstick that I have seen in my life are the newfangled home-made he used my mother. "
not want to treat anything so easily. Even the best sudarsi must play its part.
evening, to Suna, I'm always cold. E 'as an excuse for another warm drink alcohol. Among the young people of the village is a convention, a practice that no longer has anything illegal nor vicious. They are sitting on the sand or on the steps in front of the entrances of the houses in groups. They laugh, they walk, some squabbling. Temari has to be established that, in the evening.
Therefore, in spite of other times, is being drawn easily. He has the pace a bit 'uncertain and tipsy but not drunk, still unable to manage his thoughts in a systematic and orderly. He, however, is lucid, his instincts to respond with clarity. Starts immediately with the idea, already mulling a few hours before, to make clear which of the two commands. So when you move away from the others and is hidden in a deserted alley, while kissing and biting on the neck, forcefully asserts his supremacy by putting his hand on his male member. The running back, throws over the worn out from a table leg broken, abandoned by someone in the middle of the garbage around, and off his underwear. She helps him, flexing her legs and then pulling them outwards. Do not see anything apart from the dark alley to his left, he hears the sound of a belt that is loose, then a shooting pain through her belly. Is kept firmly on the table banging rhythmically against the wall by hand aggressive of the ninja, which freezes a moment to turn and loosen the neckline of her kimono, just for the sake of seeing her breasts.
E 'violent and cold. Hurts. It must hurt her, he thinks. The is good. Only knows the pain and, as best he can do, stand him gritting his teeth.
Before the end of all, the boy comes from Temari, its liquid mixed with the blood spilled in the hands of her virginal.
Come back, do not say nothing. Their paths diverge and you realize, now, to prove to him only indifference. The goal, after all, was another. The die has been taken and you can not go back. For the first time by herself and chose for herself, and was an irrevocable decision, so it will not have regrets. On second thought, actually, it does not.
When he comes home, enters the room and divide with his brothers. Kankuro asleep while Gaara's bed is empty and re-done as usual. The room is full of dusty old toys and puppets. Temari decides that that is no longer his world.
Leave the room, goes in the living room and lies down on the couch. Since that night sleep always there.
It 's been a week of celebration for his seventieth birthday of Konoha and were not much different from other days. Temari and Shikamaru them spent working, joking, quarreling, persevering in the routine I've ever known.
the meeting to discuss the Chunin exam, missing just the exams, we are all members: the ambassadors of the villages from where the participants genin, the sensei of the team, the Hokage, the examiners and the organizers . They are sitting around a large round table to discuss any topic.
Shikamaru suppresses a yawn, stretches her legs and arches his back backwards. Temari sitting to his left, gives him a slight nudge on the side and he immediately thought he had done to urge him to give himself a manner best suited to meeting comes together, straightening his posture. But she did not stop to fix it, turning a look emblematic of something that tries to inform him that he does not grasp. So Shikamaru sbalestrato reciprocates with a look, shaking his head slightly.
'E' for an hour the guy next to you trying to ask you something ... "he mutters Temari almost tight-lipped and easygoing air.
This is a novice examiner. Not sure exactly what to do and saw that Shikamaru's has finally turned its attention, he asks something about the last speech of Tsunade. The Nara has no idea what the answer is, given that three interventions made his brain began to wander to other mental horizons. Temari immediately senses the lack of attention of the boy and when he glanced reproachfully, strives to explain his place.
When you turn it sideways to show the examiner a few sheets, its spiky tufts touch Shikamaru's cheek, that only now, perhaps because very close to it, sniff its smell. It 'a pleasant and familiar smell that was already drawn on the bodies of strangers who appear at night in her fantasies. The famous perfume of desire, a novelty for him, now that he has finally found wedged in his head.
After he finished his explanation, Temari, Shikamaru puts a hand on the shoulder to move away from him and straighten it.
"You always save your ass, Nara," she whispers mockingly.
Shikamaru smiles, but does not smile for that. His hand moves independently from the shoulder to the thigh of her discovery, invading, and hot property, each strand of her body.
hour later, however, when the two rushed out of the meeting, it's cold. The sun has already dropped for a while, the streets are deserted. They run, swept away by euphoria nameless and only now have discovered together.
Shikamaru should go home just finished working. E 'for this running, in order to gain more time to spend with her.
Take the first street to find and stop at a wall of a building. They have the breath, but it is not entirely derived from fatigue. He pressed against her, up against the wall more, and kisses her. It 's a warm kiss, which freme di passione. Non ne aveva mai dati così.
Lei lo accoglie, carezzandogli la nuca e aggrappandosi alla spalla. Poi, il bacio scorre dalla bocca di Temari al suo collo.
Shikamaru le tocca i seni da sotto il kimono, percependo ogni reazione minima della sua pelle, conquistandosi il primo gemito intrattenuto. La mano si discosta dal petto per andare a perlustrarle il sesso. Le dita inaspettate e fredde la solleticano strappandole tra gli ansiti una risatina.
Apparentemente non cambia nulla, però ci sono delle leggere variazioni nei loro modi di fare. Quando Shikamaru vuole richiamarle l'attenzione, per esempio, le tira il lembo della gonna, un gesto che tempo prima sarebbe been too brazen.
The change is also reflected on Temari. The pinch my cheeks and ears, moves his face with one hand under the chin to be seen. When
are on their way, in the office or at the inn of her colleagues are the usual and nothing more. Become engaged secrets only when it is more fun, for example, among others, for unknown streets of Konoha, exchanging a more carnal caress the other in the crowd or the hallway adjacent to the office of Tsunade. When the calls
Hokage, Temari, almost caught in the act, she finds herself smiling amused and relieved for not being caught, and enters the office hiding under the kimono the top of the chest still flushed from the kiss.
"What did Tsunade?" Shikamaru then asks when they see it return.
"I received a letter from Suna," Temari replied with a look that is more off than before. "I have to urgently return to his homeland. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. "
Neither speaks more taken aback by the news.
The only thing, then he can say only: "What are you doing tonight?"
It 's a proposal which aims at a clear goal and that is anticipated to need. Sex has always been part of their plan and they were already familiar without ever having spoken. It 's the main reason for their strange that trial by fire, believe it is only this and not ever being burned.
As planned, at night, when parents are sleeping, Shikamaru sneaks home to go to the inn Temari. She waits at the window, the sight and waves him enter. He catches up with a jump and the window closes behind them.
The room is dark, the furniture is empty. The moonlight is poured out on the open suitcase of Temari, the only part of lit room. A few steps away from Shikamaru, she turned back to bend the latest clothes to take away.
few hours earlier had been in her fantasies. At the thought that he would spend the night with her, Shikamaru has evoked in the mind as it has done with the unknown that they drag more stringent and transgressive eroticism. This time it's been rewarding and invigorating, like any passion that takes shape in a face and a name.
So, driven by a memory still ingrained in his brain, Shikamaru takes the initiative surrounding it from behind and catching her by surprise. The parade for the kimono kiss her shoulder and Temari, close to him, felt his desire prominent under the abdomen. He turns to kiss and start undressing each other. Grabs him by the hips and sits down on the chest of drawers, making it vibrate. The cloths folded one over the other fall to the ground and she loses interest completely.
When his mouth washes, Temari is halfway between a groan surprise and excitement. He had never kissed her between her legs. The fold, the gap and brings a punch to the forehead, near the pillow. The futon is already undone without them have begun to do anything.
Then it's his turn. She turns on him, rubs down and return the favor. For Shikamaru is a thing of entirely new. The look of the corner as far as the eye can, with a blurred vision of pleasure. Without expect it, Temari is already astride on him to wrap it.
In almost total darkness of the room, Shikamaru is able to distinguish a smile. It 'the same as always, engaging with something arrogant, but these two elements are joined and the malice of ecstasy. Temari is a shameless sensuality and elementary. His way of being, so instinctive, is also reflected in the intimacy.
Shikamaru stands up with the trunk and wrapped around to steal the smile with a kiss. Feel her breasts press them while the chest moves over him with a mastery that makes him jealous and at the same time to animate. It stretches up to collapse on her, her hair loose and fall on the blacks.
For her, the pleasure does not have a name or a face accurately. It is not always mutual and unilateral. Everyone does it to satisfy himself, then it is simply because we do together is something that has always been a part of nature.
And then there's the other thing that all mixed up and call it love. They think that making a fuss or rites couple demonstrate love for each other. With her was not shown even among the kisses, caresses or occasional smiles. These are just conventional invented by someone for everyone.
Yet, in the case of Temari, love hiding in a gesture unthinkable. Shikamaru
the brushes her hair from her eyes, without her having asked for anything, just worry about it. Stupid, that does not know why but it is beginning to upset her very much.
When he sees the shocked expression of Temari, Shikamaru stops instantly. "Did I hurt you?"
She says nothing. Makes me continue with a movement of the hips and hugs him to celargli that flash of emotion that had crossed eyes. The shock that follows is like orgasm that seems almost alien.
A few hours after their departure, "Temari."
you, lying as he turned back, just move the arm bent on the cook. "What?"
Shikamaru is not responding. Temari then turns to look at it, turning a look of question.
He said, "Nothing."
dawn, does not want to wake him. On the one hand not to disturb the other because it is more convenient, not having to face what now for her is obvious. But when, on his back with a fan already, you start at the door, if he is behind on his feet, still undressed and eyes marked by fatigue.
"What are you doing? Run away to avoid having to pay the rent and to pay me any money? "He jokes.
She smiles. "I wanted to let you rest."
A lie half.
"Take care then."
's what he always says that before going back to Suna. As expected, he shrugs.
"You too. Do not kill anyone during the trip. "But this is
new. She giggles. It 'was a nice way to say that has no heart. Dispute this assertion only kiss him, so he goes without doing anything.
Regret invests just set foot in the forest.
The first time I saw Temari love, just sees him - he only ever seen on others. It 'been with Kankuro, more irritated than usual, that trotted to and fro in the room.
"That bitch is never there. I ... I do not know what to do. "
Temari still remembers it well. A stick with an air of snobbish blonde queen of the school. Had stolen his heart.
"You're pathetic Kankuro, "she told her sister.
"I know myself."
The night had not slept. It was black with rage.
next few days, Temari had spied on Gaara. A kind of love from a different form. The eyes were sweetened when the children had made a drawing. Kazekage was written giant wrong and incorrectly. There were more inventions anatomical errors, and the hat looked like a giant pyramid. Gaara saves still on the wall of the living room.
Temari saw the love in the eyes of many, but she does not know is that even in her can not see.
Shikamaru, so gentle, always out of trouble, think the only quarrel that took his life.
"I do not deserve you and that is why I must leave you."
A phrase from the script, to make her feel better. The point is that he does not know what to say. Do you feel uncomfortable and guilty, for having made her cry, and, above all, because they do not fully understand why. Shiho looks like a fountain.
"And it's not even about all these tears ..."
"No, do not deserve them," she snapped, suddenly enlivened, and his screams are mixed with stifled sobs. "One who does not know what it means to suffer love does not deserve all this attention! "
" You're right. "
But rather than make him feel better, that sentence makes only angrier. He wants to give him an idiot, an asshole, dell'insensibile, but the sweet and mild Shiho sufficient to keep, certain impulses. All he does is blow his nose with his handkerchief used and look him straight in the eye.
"One day you will be burned by some as happened to me, and then you'll understand!"
I can see it in her eyes: she hopes that day comes as soon as possible. Shikamaru, open-minded to any kind of reasoning, not considered impossible, but unlikely - that yes. It 'did for the simple life and peaceful him.
Just goes Temari, Shikamaru lights a cigarette. The following with his eyes until he lost sight of, remaining motionless and stares at nothing. The streets began to traffic and the sun has risen high in the sky. The butt, which is off by hours, is still between her lips.
Someone puts a hand on his shoulder, awakening. This is Choji.
"Shika, what are you doing here?! You know that your mother is anxious? He called me at seven in the morning wondering if you were to me. I do not know if is more concerned about the fact that tonight you were not there or the fact that you left early without saying anything! "
Shikamaru just giggles and spits out his cigarette on the ground. "I should go back to her before you start to break balls at all."
"Oh yes!" Choji is fun and meaningful look. "So, tell me what happened?" Shikamaru
The smile that shows off what appears to be more melancholy than he had hoped to do. "I think I burned."
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Finished just in time. * Sighs *
This fanfiction is very intimate, as you will be noticed. Maybe a little 'heavier than my others, but I wanted to write something serious and heartfelt on my favorite couple from Naruto. u_u
Nevertheless, I'm sorry a lot for Shiho. It will be a worthy consolation. Regarding the type of Temari ... there is always a Sasuke or Itachi in each village. xD And Choji / Ayame is a lot of stuff.
xD Anyway, this is a story quite ShikaTema Applicant: disaffected young people beyond the clichés of love and eventually create their own prison. Good and evil ends. Let's say it ends it ends. Everyone is writing her happy or sad ending he wants. The mention
not really be fully elucidated KankuIno (yes, I stick with an air of snobbish blonde queen of the school could be Ino xD) is a tribute to A Beautiful Bore of Lily_90 and all shot as those Bambi88.
The songs that have inspired me among the many are mainly two: Gorecki Lamb and Falling Julee Cruise singing the theme from Twin Peaks. I love that show and I love that Audrey is so Temari, smart, cynical, disenchanted, bastard, funny and tender Audrey.
This banner explanation I found it by accident. Then I want to know the lovely person who created it! ♥
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