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A Sensei's True Legacy	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and will not make any source of profit by my fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-A Sensei's True Legacy
- 2-You Can't Have It Both Ways...
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I’M ALIIIIIIIVEEE!!!!!!
Yes, I know it’s a shock!!! Lol! :P But I’ve finally updated! Hope you guys are all enjoying it, and I apologize for the wait!
-K.

Note: There are subtle hints in every chapter, but be warned-there is an age skip in all four chapters of this fic. In the first chapter they're 12, in the second chapter they're 15...etc. I'm following the Naruto timeline, so when a major event is mentioned, they are that old. Keep that in mind as you read please! :) Unless you really just don't want to...lol!
Thanks!

“Clink. Clink. Clink.”
Pieces of a Shogi game were carefully being guided into place by a masterful hand. The worn edges of the small pieces of wood were pale, the natural stain of the wood faded due to frequent use. The cold hands wrapped around a wooden piece, and a catching of breath seemingly echoed around the otherwise silent room. The only audience the master had were the cold, unfeeling wooden squares in front of him.
            The pieces currently held in the master’s hand strained under an increase in pressure in the master’s tightening grip. Had the wooden squares been granted the ability to feel pain, they would have been screaming in agony. Sobs wracked the master, and the Shogi pieces were released out of the broken man’s grip. If they had been anything but inanimate objects, perhaps the wooden pieces could comfort the man who could almost be called a friend, but alas they could nothing to comfort their distraught master.
            The reality of the world crushed down on the room and the young master was left in his own despair, his head supported in his arms as his elbow rested on the same Shogi board he and his late sensei had so often frequented before.

            Shikamaru sat on the edge of his bed, gazing out his bedroom’s window. It was a gorgeous view of the acreage his family had owned for centuries-the same land that the Nara deer had been allowed to roam since the beginning of the Nara family. However, Shikamaru’s ability to appreciate the view was rather warped, because now everything would be different.
            Asuma-sensei was dead.
            Though Shikamaru definitely wasn’t a very open person-it often required more effort to show someone you cared about them than he would have liked-he was really attached to his sensei.
            He knew there would be retribution. Vengeance wasn’t the proper word for what Shikamaru was planning-Vengeance is for evil people, ignorant people. Vengeance is only for fools who cannot control their emotions. Retribution is a much nicer, neater term for it. Retribution is what is acceptable in war. Retribution is for the intelligent, the cool-headed.
            Oh, that bastard would pay…
            Shikamaru lay back on his bed, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. His ingenious mind was formulating scenarios left and right, applying himself for a specific purpose for perhaps the first time in his life.
            A gentle knock sounded at the door, interrupting Shikamaru’s thoughts. Anger swept through him, and he furiously threw himself off of his bed and made his way to his bedroom door. Damn it, he was strategizing; didn’t his parents already know he didn’t like to be interrupted at such times?
            However, when he ripped open the door, his face flushed and angry and his appearance exhausted and unkempt, he blinked in surprise. Awkwardly, the Nara boy moved aside and allowed a teary-eyed Hinata Hyuuga entrance into his room.
            Moving behind her and closing his door once again, he stared at his guest for a few moments before she tearfully managed, “Shika-kun, is he really…?”
            “Yes.” Shikamaru cut her off curtly, as if he didn’t want to hear it himself.
            She stared in shock for a moment before hot tears began flowing silently down her face. Sniffling, she launched herself into the Nara boy’s arms and sobbed into his chest until all he could do was calm her violent shaking and lull her to sleep.

            Some time later, Shikaku and his wife Yoshino peeked into their son’s room to check on he and his guest, and found a rather amusing sight. Smirking, the husband and wife gently closed the door. The two hurried downstairs and into the kitchen, where Yoshino immediately burst into a fit of giggles. Shikaku allowed himself a small chuckle, before offering, “You know, we really should wake them. It’s really not appropriate for them to-”
            “Oh, hush Shikaku. He’s our son, after all.” Yoshino smiled brightly. “As much as I hate his laziness and smart-alec comments, I still want him to be happy.” Her eyes momentarily sparkled mischievously before she added, “And of course, what better way for a mother to get revenge than to allow him to spend time with a woman he’s halfway in love with already?”
            Shikaku smirked and pulled his wife close. “Ah, that’s my devious little minx. I’d almost forgotten how cute you are when you’re plotting.” He chuckled to himself before planting a kiss in his wife’s hair.
            Yoshino smiled into Shikaku’s chest. “Still,” she started, as she ran a hand down her husband’s frame, “there’s not much to plot. They’ve known each other since they were kids, and while they may not be as close as they used to be-have you seen the way he steals glances at her? Or the way she blushes at him?”
            Shikaku pulled back from their embrace for a moment in order to meet his wife’s gaze and curiously replied, “I thought I’d heard something about her having eyes for that Uzumaki kid?”
            Yoshino shrugged, “My money’s on Shikamaru.” The Nara woman replied, and gave her husband a knowing look, “after all, every girl has a first love, don’t they Shikaku?” She imperceptibly grinned, knowing that this would get a reaction out of him.
            As expected, he gave a reaction, but only a slight one that someone close to him like Yoshino could catch. The tightening of the skin around the crow’s feet of his eyes gave him away every time.
            It was only at times like this when she knew that she had him Yoshino ever unleashed the full beauty of her smile upon her husband. Fortunately for her, it never failed to grab his attention.
            Unfortunately for him, it was his undoing. Every. Single. Time.
            He only managed a sigh before his eyes softened almost beyond his control and he bent his head down to kiss his wife tenderly. Although the kiss lasted only a few moments, it felt like forever to the two, and as he pulled away Yoshino smiled at him lovingly once more and whispered, “I knew I chose you for a reason.”

            In the morning, Shikamaru awoke to rays of sunlight shining in through his window. As if it were like any other morning, he groaned at the prospect of having to wake up and clamber out of his warm bed. Unhappily the Nara genius sighed, and started to roll over so he could get out of bed, but he was met with an unexpected resistance. His eyes widened and he fought the urge to scramble out of his bed in shock. There, wrapped in his arms, was the tiny figure of Hinata Hyuuga…his old playmate, who later turned into one of his best friends. Frantically, his mind searched for an explanation as to why she was here. Over the last few years they had grown apart. Ever since they had been separated into teams they had each become busier and had less time to see and talk to one another. Now, with the death of his sensei, the two had come back together once again. Last night she came to ask him about it, but when she heard the news she got emotional. When she had started crying, his only reaction was to hold her and comfort her. She was so distraught at the time…she must have fallen asleep on him, and in turn, he must have fallen asleep holding her. God, she was so beautiful…
            To make matters worse, while he was still sorting out his thoughts she had managed to roll over in his arms and press her face into his chest, cuddling against his warmth. He involuntarily hissed as quietly as he could, and ducked his head into the pillow above her head. She was so short her face only came up to about his breastbone, and she was cuddling her head right into his chest. His nose couldn’t help but inhale the scent of jasmine and clean soap, and his grip instinctively tightened on her. All he could do was breathe her in and try to calm his mind. ‘Think, Nara, think.’ He repeated mentally, chanting it like a mantra, but to no avail. The only thing he could think of was the fact that the beautiful body of the girl he had had an attraction to for nearly 3 years was in his arms. Well, that…and her lavender scent was driving him insane.
            That was it. He’d have to get out of that bed immediately if he stood half a chance at not molesting the poor girl. Slowly he unraveled himself from the hold he had had on her, and immediately felt the warmth leave him at the loss of contact. Still…he found himself staring at the girl lying in his bed, lavender pervading his senses, and the only thing he could think about was what he would give to be next to her once again.
            Yet, somehow he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do such a thing in his entire lifetime. She was too beautiful…too fragile. Too forgiving. He knew that if it were she who was in a situation such as he was, then she would not even think about leaving the village to avenge her sensei. She would be the one to quietly grieve and bid her proper goodbyes to her longtime teacher and friend. She was not angry and obsessed like he was. If anything, she was an angel…an angel who didn’t deserve someone like the likes of Shikamaru Nara.
            With that thought, he dismissed all notion of crawling back into bed with her and wrapping her tightly in his protective grip. Instead, he settled on making his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where his parents would be. Then, he would angrily demand why they didn’t wake him up and stop him from doing such a ridiculous thing.
            This was all his parents fault, Shikamaru angrily thought, as his stomping picked up in intensity down the stairs. The blame rested squarely on their shoulders. While he was sure it was all in good fun, a prank perhaps-they had caused the one thing to happen that Shikamaru had never wanted to happen in his entire lifetime. He had denied it for years because he knew no good could come out of the realization, but now it had happened anyway.
He now knew that he had fallen in love with Hinata Hyuuga…and had loved her ever since he was old enough to know what love meant.
And somehow Shikamaru knew, nay, knew that his mother had something to do with it.

Hey! :)
So, I WILL be updating soon-and it will be chapter 15 of It Was You, Hinata when I do update. It was a review that made me realize just how long it had been since I’ve really started writing again. I do my best to get stuff posted ASAP, but it isn’t enough. So, I’ve decided I’m going to drag a notebook and pen around with me everywhere I go, and when I get a spare moment, I am going to write. That way, it makes it easier when I get home to type what I have and get my brain engaged for writing. I think it’s an appropriate means of motivation and it’s convenient, so I’ll keep it up and see if it helps. ^^ Again…I apologize for taking so long. Eheheheh… ^^;
I doubt anyone really cares, but I’ve decided next year when I finish my Associates degree and leave for a University, I am going to further my education by obtaining a BA in Creative Writing…I’m going to be an author! :D I’ve wanted to be one since a kid…and I wanted to take this chance to thank EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU who have read my fics, commented on them, PMed me, or favorited/alerted me as an author or any of my fics…YOU made this possible, and YOU helped show me that I CAN do this and be an author. Really, it means a lot to me, and in return I will start posting more often, okay? :) I’ve got to practice, after all. ;D

Love you all!
-K.
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