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The ceremony was one of the most anticipated events of the year; the country's elite were in attendance.
Today, a new laboratory for the Yamanaka family was being inaugurated, and the public was thrilled. The Yamanakas were a major authority in the medical field, and the public placed immense trust in them, expecting this new facility to yield groundbreaking contributions. The celebration took place at the Yamanaka mansion.
A young blonde woman with tanned skin walked calmly through the room, a drink in her hand. She wore a long, sparkling red dress and her hair was swept up. It was shaping up to be a perfect night, until the girl collided with someone, spilling her drink over a man with a high ponytail and blonde hair.
"I’m so sorry, sir," the girl said, looking nervous as she tried to wipe the man off.
"Don't worry, miss," the man replied, appearing unfazed. "I'll clean the stain. Continue enjoying the evening."
The girl bowed, and as she moved away, she dropped something onto a waiter's tray. The young man merely covered it and walked off.
A few minutes later, the toast began, led by Mr. Yamanaka accompanied by his daughter. While the crowd was immersed in the noise, the blonde girl climbed a staircase and met the young waiter at the end of the hall.
"I’m surprised you're so good at stealing keys, Temari. You've used that trick several times," he said, reaching out to hand her the stolen item.
"Don't be surprised, just learn from your big sister," she replied with a wide grin. He just rolled his eyes.
That night, while families celebrated, the siblings sabotaged cameras, stole money, broke trophies, and made off with information from the safe.
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Temari was assigned to spy on the heir of the Nara family. Following the data stolen from the mansion, a pharmaceutical company had hired the services of the Arena firm. They wanted to outperform the Nara family in sales, so they sought to steal the clan's greatest pharmaceutical secrets.
Temari had to move apartments. High command successfully located the family head's son, and the blonde girl was sent in immediately. Despite the boy's young age, he lived alone, so she assumed gathering information on him would be easy. They secured an apartment right across from the young Nara’s; the view was perfect, though it would be the first time Temari lived on a fifth floor.
"Don't break anything, Kankuro, or I'll charge you triple," she warned. Her brother was wobbling under the weight of two heavy boxes, while his sister just watched.
"Maybe it would be easier if you helped me, you idiot," the younger one said, sounding quite annoyed.
"You should act more like a man," Temari said, taking a box from the moving truck and walking behind the brunette.
"Look out, Temari!" She heard her brother's scream, but it was too late to react. She only felt a sharp blow to her rib before she was sprawled on the ground with her belongings scattered, her face hitting the pavement.
A young man with black hair had run her over with his bicycle; he had also gone flying.
Temari complained about the pain in her side and face. Her brother helped her up while the boy stood and picked up his bicycle.
"You idiot, watch where you're going!" the girl yelled.
"It was your fault, you jerk! Don't you know how to look both ways?" The boy pedaled away too fast, dodging an object Temari threw at him.
"Temari, I think that's Shikamaru Nara," her brother whispered, grabbing her shoulder.
Temari only glared at him, visibly annoyed; her lip was bleeding and she had a scrape on her cheek.
Kankuro poked the scrape with a dirty hand while teasing her, and Temari swatted him away.