Neither of them were very good at lying. [Drabble]
Warnings: Darkness and death.
Notes: Entry for the Notagainagain cliche challenge on LJ. This was for my number eight spot; Last night on earth. I chose Temari and Chouji for it because of a dream, and the odd desire to eventually see them as a couple.
Chouji smelled faintly of cinnamon.
That was a lie, but Temari had gotten used to lying to herself lately. It just made life a lot easier on her. What little life she had left anyway.
Chouji smelled like cinnamon because otherwise he would smell like sweat and blood and fear. It was a stomach turning odor that was too strong to become used to. Cinnamon was a much nicer smell, and it made holding onto him that much easier.
Holding. That was another nice little lie that Temari told herself. Yes, she was holding him. Not clinging to him tightly in utter desperation for some last shred of comfort. Sabaku no Temari was not that weak after all.
Look at that, some last shred of pride still existed. Temari had thought it was destroyed when she'd seen Gaara torn apart, when Sunagakure drowned in the flood, when Kankurou rotted slowly from something she was helpless to stop. It was nice though, to have her pride back. Even if it was a lie too.
Temari closed her eyes and buried her head against Chouji's shoulder. It was comfortable because Chouji always had an extra padding of fat, there were no bones outline by drawn skin to poke at her. He was warm too, so very warm. Not cold with clammy sweat just like her.
"It's ok," Chouji whispered, his voice cracking and hoarse. One bony hand awkwardly stroking her matted hair. "Everything is going to be fine, Temari."
Temari was a horrible liar, but Chouji was even worse. That was alright though. They could be rotten liars together for as long as they had left.