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Love’s Misconstruities
Chapter 26
The group paced
themselves, taking the full three days to arrive at their destination. Hinata’s pains of leaving Konoha were
replaced along the way with both anticipation and anxiety of her future. She was giving up all she’d ever known,
everyone she’d taken for granted that she was able to see every day, all for
one man and their unborn child…but Hinata convinced herself that there was no
reason for a heavy heart because the future would be worth it. It was in Suna that she would start a new
life far away from the heavy burdens of the Hyuuga clan and where she would
ensure many more joyful days to come for her, Gaara, and their children.
Upon their arrival, the group was
happily received by a small Suna welcoming party.
“Hinata-chan!”
Matsuri called as the Leaf-nin made their way through the front corridor. She ran ahead of the rest of her group and
made straight for Hinata, taking the older girl’s arm in her own and chatting
up a storm. “I’m so glad you’re finally
here! We need your help with the
decorations.”
“D-Decorations?”
Hinata echoed as she was pulled away from her Konoha escorts by the overzealous
girl.
“Of course! For your wedding! We’ve got a lot of questions about the color
scheme and the flowers... We are limited
here in Suna, after all. But this is
Kazekage-sama’s wedding so we have to do our best! Oh, and then there’s the music and all the
other preparations too,” she continued, dragging the helpless bride-to-be with
her.
“Tsk. Weddings are too troublesome,” Shikamaru
griped, eyeing a particular member of the welcoming party who was headed
straight for him.
“Is that so?” Temari asked, a
playful frown overlapping her pre-existent smug grin.
The boy nodded. “Yep. I’ll never have one.”
Temari only smiled knowingly. “Oh, really?” He nodded once more, defiantly confirming his
answer. “We’ll see about that. Come with me.
We need to talk.”
“I’ll say. It’s your fault I got dragged along on this
assignment, isn’t it?”
“Hmph! And I thought you’d be thanking me.”
“Why the hell
would I thank you?!”
This made Temari turn and stare at
him as she realized that this wasn’t the light-hearted banter they usually
exchanged. She soon shook her head and
shrugged, figuring that maybe she was just too on edge and hearing things
wrong. “Men are so dense,” she declared,
walking away, knowing full well after that remark that the argumentative sexist
Shikamaru would be right on her heels.
Naruto and Neji now found themselves
alone with the remaining two Suna representatives.
“Where’s Gaara?” Naruto inquired,
anxious to see his friend again.
“Kazekage-sama will be in conference
all day. He sends his apology that he is
not here to welcome you himself,” an older male chuunin informed.
Neji simply nodded, keeping as stoic
a demeanor as ever. “May we be shown to
our rooms?” he politely requested.
“Hai. If you would, please follow me. I will show you to them,” the other
representative, a young kunoichi, said, gesturing with her hands in the
direction which she would lead them.
“When will Gaara be out of his
meeting?” Naruto questioned the guides as they made their way through the large
sandy village.
“Probably not till late into the
evening.”
“Hey, after he’s done we should all
get together and have dinner!” Naruto declared, nudging Neji excitedly with his
elbow.
“Don’t touch me,” the jounin
instructed, but the request went unheard as the genin was lost in his own thoughts.
“We can go to that one restaurant
that we ate at last time! Remember? The one with the good hotpot and sushi and
ramen?” he suggested, his mouth already watering at the thought. After a cheerful squeal, he continued. “Maybe they’ll give us a discount again since
we’re friends of Gaara’s!” he mischievously chuckled.
Neji sighed and called ahead to
their guides. “Will we be expected to
share a room?”
“We’ve made two rooms available for
you. Will that be alright?” the female
replied.
Neji eyed his blonde comrade. “Naruto, I believe that it would only be
appropriate if I were to be the one sharing a room with Hinata-sama,” he began,
knowing full well that his cousin would be rooming with her fiancé. “You and Shikamaru should share the other
room.”
“OK!” he easily accepted, still
grinning broadly and mumbling on about the plans he was making for
everyone. Meanwhile, Neji silently made
his own plans for a nice quiet evening alone.
After having just spent the past three days traveling with the
rambunctious blonde and Shikamaru, who’d complained constantly about everything
since their departure, he felt he deserved it.
He still wondered just why Shikamaru
had been invited since he was neither close to the bride nor the groom. The chuunin had accused Temari of it but Neji
hadn’t a clue why. All they seemed to do
was argue, and as they both admitted and insisted, their relationship was
purely one of friendship and rivalry at best.
* * *
“So what’s so important that you
needed to talk to me about in private?
It’d better not be a further waste of my time,” Shikamaru whined as
Temari led him into her bedroom where she proceeded to shut the door behind
them.
Now she knew she wasn’t just hearing
things. “Cut the crap already. You’ve been acting like a dick since you got
here...well, more than normal, at least.
Anyway, I’m sick of the attitude.
I haven’t done shit to deserve it.”
The boy sulked and looked away,
digging his hands even deeper into his pants pockets. She was right, he knew, but he just couldn’t
help but demean her and act like she was a bother; anything to hide the fact
that, despite wishing to the contrary, he was actually happy to be around her,
that he was grateful for the invitation to Suna, and even more excited that she
was transferring to Konoha in Hinata’s place.
No, if she knew just how much she, a troublesome girl, affected him,
Shikamaru knew that his balls would belong to her and he’d end up just like his
father—a strong and brave man whose only fear was doing something that might
anger his wife. Still though, the idea
of someday settling down with Temari and having a family was something that
made him smile more than cringe, and the logical part of him hated that,
especially now that they were alone together in her bedroom. He soon began plotting to take advantage of
the situation and still remain in control, but the ball was in Temari’s court
and she had the home-field advantage.
Shikamaru liked those odds and had triumphed over them before, but he
never could’ve seen the curve ball that Temari was about to hit him with.
Temari grabbed him by his jacket and
pulled him close, staring him down. “If
you’ve got somethin’ to say to me, say it,” she growled in her husky
voice.
At this point, Shikamaru knew that
whatever he said, whether complaint or compliment, would be met with hostility
so he figured he’d let her do the talking.
He shook his head and tried to seem as non-threatening as possible. Eventually he knew she would calm down and
say whatever it was that she had brought him here to say. And depending on what that was, he would turn
the situation around, perhaps even apologize a little, and then, when she let
down her guard, he would have her.
And so, the chain of events began to
unfold just as the boy genius had surmised.
After studying his placid face for a while and growing tired of it, she
pushed him away and sighed, beginning her process of cooling down as she paced
around the room. Still he stood there,
patient as ever as he watched his simple plan unfold.
“I’ve got something to say to you,
and I’m not sure how well you’re going to like it,” she began, facing
away.
Taking her word choice and tone of
voice into consideration, he tried to speculate as to what she was about to say
next. It obviously was something that he
would consider ‘bad news,’ but whatever it was he was confident that he could
turn it around. As she turned to face
him with anxious and watchful eyes, he remained as neutral as possible.
“I’m pregnant,” she finally
declared.
Shikamaru finally dropped his guise,
unable to hide his shock and confusion.
“What? …You shouldn’t joke about that kind of thing,”
he remarked, at first unable to take her words as truth. Surely this was one of her games; some ruse
to throw him off balance and give her the upper hand. When she frowned and became angry once again,
he knew that she wasn’t.
“Why the hell would I joke about
something like this?!”
Shikamaru just shook his head, a
frown appearing on his brow as well. “So
what, are you trying to tell me that it’s mine?”
“Who the fuck else’s would it be?!”
The boy shrugged, becoming a bit
angry himself. “Are you sure that
you’re... I mean, you couldn’t just be-” Taking her seething
glare into account, he decided to assume that she was, indeed, certain of the
facts which she was presenting him. “But
I don’t understand how,” he declared, now pacing around the room himself.
Temari’s frown changed to surprise
as she watched her boyfriend from across the room. “You know, for someone with an IQ of over
200, you sure are stupid, aren’t you?”
~*~*~
“Those last few rounds were pretty
exciting, don’t you think? Especially
the one that our Nozomi won over that Grass-nin,” Temari gloated. “Kankurou would have been so proud to see her
in action! Shinobi like her are what
give our Puppet Brigade the reputation they have. I’ll make sure that she’s promoted when I
confer with the council back home,” she declared as they reached the steps to
her temporary housing unit. “Well, what
do you think? What was your favorite
part?” she asked her escort.
“The closing ceremony,” he answered with a
yawn.
Playfully, she hip-slammed him into
the railing of the stairs they were climbing.
He responded with an irritated look but smiled as soon as she had turned
away. “Why don’t you come in?” she
invited. “Join me for tea.” With a casual shrug he accepted, forgetting
to make even a small snide comment about her tea-making skills. She was wearing him down, and she knew
it.
As the two sipped their tea, then later moved on to a bit of sake as they continued their
celebrated of the completion of the Chuunin Exams, the young evening progressed
into deep night. When Shikamaru realized
the time, he grunted with displeasure. “My
mom is gonna kill me if I walk in this late.
How troublesome...”
“Then don’t go home,” Temari
suggested.
“I’d really be in for it then.”
“Not if I talk to her. Your mom likes me. I’ll convince her to forgive you.”
Shikamaru sat staring across the
small table at the grinning blonde, contemplating her offer. At last he shrugged. “Sure, what’ve I got to lose?”
To
this, Temari raised her eyebrows. “What
indeed?” she mumbled under her breath.
“Huh?”
“Nothing,” she replied,
standing. “I’m gonna change out of this
formal wear,” she began, stretching her back and pushing her endowed chest
outward. “And don’t get any funny ideas
about peeking,” she warned, though playfully.
“Wish I had a change of clothes,”
the boy whined, still decked out in his own dress clothes.
“If you’re that uncomfortable, feel
free to take them off,” Temari offered, heading behind the wooden folding
screen.
“Only if you do the same,” he joked,
never considering that the blonde may actually take him up on his offer. Moments later when she stepped out from
behind the screen wearing nothing but her underclothes, he nearly choked on the
sake he was drinking. For the first time
in his life, Shikamaru could not even form one coherent thought. All he could do was stare and wonder if she was
drunk. Temari snickered at his vacant
expression and roving bulged eyes.
“Well?” she chimed, starting him
back to reality. His gaze finally jumped
from her curvy tanned body to her face where she looked at him
expectantly. “Are you going to honor
your part of the bargain or should I go back and change?”
The boy gave a lust-filled grin
before hastily beginning to disrobe...and having some difficulty. Temari nearly doubled over laughing, watching
as he struggled with the many buttons on his shirt.
“What the hell is so funny?” he
growled, trying not to resort to ripping the difficult garment apart.
“You’ve single-handedly taken out a
member of Akatsuki and now you’re being defeated by a dress shirt,” she laughed
heartily.
“Shut up!” he yelled, a slight blush
creeping onto his cheeks. When all the
buttons had been conquered he peeled the shirt from his body and threw it
across the small room. He stood then, dancing
his way out of his black slacks.
By now, Temari had stopped her laughing
as she took in the sight of the younger boy before her. Though, as she watched him struggling with
his pants, watching as toned muscles played under his tight pale skin, she
realized that he wasn’t so much a boy anymore as he had been when they’d first
met. He was almost a grown man now and
his body was finally catching up to hers in maturity, much to her delight. She walked the distance around the table and
was standing beside him by the time he’d defeated his last enemy. Standing only in a pair of thin cloth boxers,
it was now her turn to rove her eyes over him.
She kept a small grin on her face all the while, and by the time she met
Shikamaru’s expectant gaze, she shrugged.
“Eeh,” she commented with an
unimpressed shrug, to which she laughed after seeing his frown. But he knew better than to retaliate and
jokingly comment about a woman’s body...especially when the prospect of getting
laid was at hand. Within the last year,
whenever they’d been able to meet up they’d taken things a step further each
time. Recently, they’d worked up to some
serious making out and Temari allowing him to cop a feel of her breasts, but
they had yet to take things all the way.
Was this just another step that she would allow him to take now or would
she let him have her tonight, he wondered.
“You know, you’re not being very
fair,” he pointed out.
“What do you mean?” she inquired,
drawing closer to him. He backed up a
step in order to keep her from silencing him with a kiss just yet.
“You have on two articles of
clothing and I’ve only got one.”
Temari grinned at him and shook her
head. “Feel free to put something back
on.”
“I think you should take something
else off,” he pushed, grinning himself.
“Do you? And what would you suggest that I remove?”
she questioned, cocking her head to one side.
Shikamaru just grinned wider, but before Temari could question him, her
bra came undone from behind. She looked
to his feet to see his shadow extending behind her and stared up at him. “Now that
isn’t fair.” He shrugged but did not
apologize. She gave a small laugh as she
allowed the garment to fall to the floor, revealing herself to the sneaky
shadow user. After he’d taken in enough
of her beauty with his eyes, he wanted to explore her with some of his other
senses. He closed the distance between
them and kissed her, softly at first, but growing more deeply soon enough as he
pressed a hand to her side.
Disappointingly, she jumped and broke the kiss.
“Your hands are cold!” she
exclaimed.
“They’ll warm up soon,” he assured, forcing
her back into a kiss once again. Though
she squirmed at first, she soon melded back into his embrace. Shikamaru was at least kind enough to let his
hands warm themselves a bit on the blonde’s steamy backside before moving them
to her front and exploring there.
Putting just a few inches of space between their bodies, he slid his cool
hands over her tight abs and up her chest, cupping the large mounds there. As he massaged them gently, he found Temari
drawing him deeper into the kiss, as if trying to encourage him. He flicked his cold thumbs over her large
erect nipples, causing her to gasp in his mouth, the sensation momentarily
overwhelming her. Figuring that she
liked it, he did so again. This time,
the kunoichi broke the kiss with a soft moan.
With his own mouth now free, Shikamaru bent down to taste one of the
delicate pink delights, still continuing to massage the other.
Her breaths now coming quicker and
her knees feeling weak, she grabbed onto the chuunin’s shoulder with one hand
for support, the other behind his head, kneading through his rough unruly hair,
urging him to continue. The sensation of
both hot and cold at each of her sensitive nipples was driving her up a
wall. As he switched nipples, it was
almost more than Temari could bear and she felt herself stagger. Shikamaru stood and steadied her, an amused
expression on his face.
“You okay?” he asked, delighted that
he could have such a powerful effect on the strong Suna jounin.
“Shut up! It’s the sake,” she replied with a lie, her
face beginning to redden as she couldn’t hide her weakness from the boy. She had always prided herself on being
stronger than him, always one step ahead, but now there was no disputing that
she could be brought to such a low state of stability by this meager chuunin.
Allowing her a moment to recover, he
decided to move the table and take the liberty of rolling out her large futon
so they would be more comfortable. Once
set, he had Temari sit on it and knelt in front of her. They stared at each other for a second, the
moment of passion having been interrupted, and seemed embarrassed. They both laughed softly at their awkwardness,
but stopped as Shikamaru moved in for another kiss. Again, his hand found her supple breast, and hers on him as well.
Tracing the lines of his abs, he
chuckled into her mouth as she tickled him.
Realizing that it was not the reaction she wanted, she decided to take a
brave leap forward and remind him that she wasn’t powerless to affect him
either. She continued south, finding the
bulge in his shorts and brushing against it.
This time, it was Shikamaru who gasped, positioning himself closer to her
and giving her a better angle, trying to encourage her exploration. Rubbing her hands up and down the length of
it, she found that he was already hard and taut with desire. Grasping his shaft through the fabric, she
continued her slow strokes, loving how with every succession each breath came
just a bit quicker than the last.
That was it. He wanted to go all the way tonight and he
wouldn’t settle for anything less. But
he knew from experience that if he were to be successful in his mission, Temari
had to feel like she was the one in charge and making the decisions. If he initiated it, she may just decide to be
cruel and deny him. She did, after all,
get a sick amusement from asserting her power over him and making him
suffer. So far this method had worked to
his advantage. Every step forward they’d
moved had been initiated by Temari, but only through careful plotting by the
genius. So how to ensure that he would
get laid tonight?
“I...I don’t know about this,” he
panted, breaking the fierce kiss.
“What? What are you tensing up for?”
He looked away, trying to convince
her with his body language. “I
mean...maybe I’m a little...scared...”
“Scared?! Of what? Me?”
“No, I mean... This is....my first time...having sex,” he
softly admitted.
“...Mine too, dumbass.”
Shikamaru shouted for joy on the
inside as with that statement she had confirmed that they would be going all
the way. Now to
complete the deal. “Maybe I’m afraid
that I won’t be any good.”
“That’s not something a man is
supposed to say!”
“Hmph. Is that what I get for being honest?” he
whined, trying to sound hurt by her words.
“No...”
“Look, just...be gentle with me or
something, okay? Cut me some slack.”
The blonde just laughed. “It’s not like I can really compare you to
other lovers...yet,” she joked. “Look,
just...kiss me, okay?”
And the two locked in another deep
kiss. By making her think that she was
now in the lead and closing the deal, Shikamaru waved goodbye to his virginity.
Temari, realizing she would, like
always, have to be the brave one and take the lead, traced a finger under the
chuunin’s boxers.
“Do you...want me to take them off?”
he innocently asked between kisses.
“Mmmhm,” she murmured back.
Breaking away from her lips once
again, he stood and forced himself not to tear them from his body. He was playing the part of the hesitant
partner in need of coaxing so he couldn’t seem too eager. He faced away from her and slowly lowered
them, gingerly lifting each foot out before adding them to his pile of clothes
in the corner. Turning to face her, he
began to kneel down once more, but she stopped him.
“No, stay there,” she commanded,
drawing herself closer on her knees. His
proud stiff member staring straight at her, and her right back, the boy
couldn’t help but play his part now and blush.
Temari convinced herself that there was no reason to be hesitant; that,
though this was her first time, it was his as well so even if she was no good,
maybe he wouldn’t notice. Besides, it
was time for him to feel weak in the knees.
Wrapping her lips around his thick sensitive head, she rolled her tongue
over it, the salty taste of precum pouring over her taste buds. Still, it wasn’t unpleasant, and she took
more of him into her mouth.
Having her hot and wet and tight
around him as she devoured his shaft, he placed a hand on her shoulder to
steady himself. Just the sight of her
servicing him like this was enough of a power trip to make all the years of
lost arguments and debates well worth it.
She worked her way up and down his solidness in a steady rhythm, with
each turn taking just a bit more of him in until she was able to withstand his
entire length. Still, she moved at a
slow and steady pace and, as good as it felt, each minute more that went by
made it harder for Shikamaru not to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth
more quickly. But he knew if he did that
she would get pissed and kick him out…if she didn’t
kill him first. Instead, when he could
take no more, he lay both palms on the sides of her face,
drawing her back from him and kneeling before her once again.
Having not gotten quite the reaction
that she’d hoped from the boy, she searched his face to find just how bad a job
she’d done. But the chuunin gave her a
lazy, lust-filled grin and sighed.
“Much more of that and I would’ve
come without doing anything for you,” he lied while opening her mind to his
suggestion of moving on to something that would involve the both of them.
Temari smiled at the report and
responded, “We can’t have that, now can we?” as she pulled him in close for a
kiss, but turned her head at the last moment.
“Oh,” she whispered, settling herself backward onto her lower back as
she swiftly removed her last article of clothing. “I suppose I should be fair, shouldn’t
I?”
Shikamaru nodded, taking the panties
from her hand and flinging them off to the side. He leaned forward, readying himself to
position over her, but she sat up, catching him off guard and pushed him
forcefully onto his back. When he looked
up at her wondering just what the hell she was doing, she flashed him a cocky
grin and straddled his upper legs, putting a finger to his chest while her
other hand grabbed his cock.
“I’m gonna make sure you pleasure me
right since you’re apparently not any good,” she said with a grin, lifting
herself upward and guiding his solid length into her hungry wet opening. Slowly she lowered herself upon him, the
young man under her watching with wild eyes, regretting his words earlier. While he was enjoying himself, he wanted to
play on his terms.
As the blonde forced him into
submission he thought that he may go crazy if things didn’t start to move at
his pace soon, but the sight of her naked atop him was tantalizing to say the
least. Even hotter and tighter than her
mouth, he was in ecstasy. But as he
watched, amid all the sensations thrilling throughout his body, his brain still
found something to ponder about. But he
knew better than to bring it up now.
Bending over him and pulling
Shikamaru up a bit so they could kiss, she continued her maddening pace making
sure that the angle and depth were to her complete enjoyment. She quivered with pleasure and a moan escaped
her, and that was when Shikamaru could take no more. He’d let her have things her way for long
enough. Now it was his turn. Using his Kage Mane no Jutsu he captured her,
freezing her in place momentarily.
“Shika-”
“Shhh. It’s my turn now,” he declared, rolling them
over and assuming the dominant position.
With his technique still in place, he thrust into her, and in turn she
raised her hips to meet him. Supporting
himself only with one arm, he used his other to massage her breast once again
as he slammed hard and deep into her, shuddering now from the pleasure.
“Fuck!” Temari whispered, though
from the tone of her voice, it was not out of pain. Her breaths became more ragged and her
insides tightened around Shikamaru’s cock as he rocked her into a fierce
climax, loving each and every moan that he was able to force out of her. He rode her climax, his fast approaching as
well. Trying to maintain his cool and
ride hers out till the end, he struggled to appease them both. When at last he felt his body give way to the
pleasure, he pulled himself from her, coming all over her legs, and released
his jutsu, rolling over flopping onto his side beside the panting blonde.
For a time, not a word was said as
the two stared deeply into the other’s eyes.
“Heh,” Shikamaru finally began,
breaking the silence. “I bet you didn’t
plan on this happening when you invited me up for tea.”
Now it was Temari’s turn to
laugh. “The hell I didn’t!”
Shikamaru’s face sobered. “What?”
“It’s about time we finally did
this. I’ve been waiting forever.”
“What?” he asked again,
incredulously.
“If it were up to me, I would’ve
fucked you a long time ago. But you
couldn’t even work up the courage to kiss me until last year. I’ve had to wait for you to grow up enough to
be ready for it. It hasn’t exactly been
easy.”
“You’re bullshitting me. Every time I tried to make a move you’d laugh
at or insult me!” he cried back in disbelief.
“Because you went
about it like a wimp! It’s…well…been
a fantasy of mine for you to finally grow a pair and take the lead,” she
admitted, blushing. “I thought you were
going to tonight, but…oh well. I got what
I wanted in the end.”
Sitting up, Shikamaru shook his
head, laughing to himself. “You mean I
could’ve had you a year ago?” he asked, turning his head to look at her. She propped herself back on her elbows and
nodded, a satisfied smile still planted firmly on her face. “Fuck!” he laughed, shaking his head once
again. Women really were a pain in the
ass…but he now understood his father’s words of why they were worth the
trouble. When that realization had
cleared his mind, another one resurfaced from earlier. “Temari,”
“Hm?” she responded, tracing a
finger over his chest.
“Was this really your first time?”
“Ha!
Why do you ask? Was I really that
good?”
“Well, yeah, but… Your…you know… Hm. How should I say this? It just seemed like…like you were…I
dunno…like it wasn’t your first time having…”
“You mean that my cherry was already
popped?” she clarified, her face still holding an expression of amusement from
watching him dance around the issue.
When the boy nodded, she grinned.
“Well I had to do something while I was waiting for you,” she
declared. When his expression turned
serious and somewhat hurt, she explained further. “I didn’t go whoring myself out, if that’s
what you’re thinking. I just…got
a…toy. You know. Girls, unlike guys, need them sometimes. We can’t always take care of our needs with just
a hand.”
“You’ve been using a dildo?” he asked,
astonished.
“Yeah,” she replied as though there
was no need to be so surprised.
When he’d calmed a bit, a grin returned
to his lips. “Well, you won’t be needing that anymore.”
“Only if you plan on moving to Suna
with me,” she declared. “There’s no way
I could go months without orgasming. I’d
like to see you try, too.”
“Okay, okay…fair enough.”
“So…what do you think of that,
anyway?”
“I said it was fair, didn’t I?”
“No…
Moving to Suna, I mean. That way
we could be together more often than a few times a year.”
To this, Shikamaru cringed. “I don’t want to move,” he stated
distastefully. “As troublesome as it is
being a part of this village, this is where my friends and family are. I’m not leaving.”
“Not even for me?” Temari
questioned, happiness draining from her features.
Shikamaru turned toward her now as
he responded. “Would you really put me
in the position of choosing between you and my family and village?”
“Someday I may have to. And I think I’ll win in the end,” she
finished, forcing a grin as she tried to bring some humor to the issue at
hand. She wouldn’t push him for an
answer now, and perhaps if he wouldn’t leave his village, she could join him in
Konoha instead. But now was not the
time. Things were troubled as it was
with all the Akatsuki business, and Suna was low on shinobi. For now it was out of the question so she
would let the situation rest until things changed.
Shikamaru couldn’t believe his
ears. No sooner than she thought she’d
hooked him with sex, she’d tried to make him give up everything else that he
held dear. Did she really think that she
could have such power over him? It was
true that he’d been slacking lately and hadn’t been putting up as much of a
fight as he usually did, but perhaps he had been wrong to do so. He was a man of the Nara clan and he would never let a woman rule
over his life like his father had allowed his mother to. Indeed, he’d have to teach Temari otherwise
and keep her at arm’s length for a while.
But for tonight, the two cleaned up
and grabbed what sleep they could before the sun came up.
~*~*~
“No, I’m not saying that I don’t
understand how this happened,”
Shikamaru whined back to the insulting girl before him. “What I meant was that I pulled out.”
“Apparently not in
time.”
Asserting his innocence and claiming
not to be the father would only prove disastrous if he decided to press the
issue further and he knew it, despite his certainty that he’d pulled out on
time. All he could do now was be a man and take some responsibility. “Apparently not,” he conceded with a long and
drawn out sigh.
“So what are you going to do about
it?” she asked, trying to remain strong, but the tension in her voice betrayed
her.
“What do you mean? There’s not a whole lot I can do about it, is
there?”
Temari shook her head. “What do you want me to do about it then? Is that a better question?” Shikamaru looked at her blankly, not fully
understanding what she meant. Realizing
the boy was clueless she decided to spell it out for him, raising her voice in
anger and frustration. “Do you want me
to get rid of it or not, Shikamaru?”
“Get rid of it?” he echoed. “Hell, I don’t know. It’s your body.”
“Tell me what you want me to
do. It doesn’t mean that I’m going to do
it, but I have to know what you want because you’re just as involved in this as
I am.”
“Fuck. This is too troublesome,” he muttered. “I need time to think,” he answered, turning
away from her and heading toward the door.
“Shikamaru,” she called, almost
pleading for him not to go, but he did not answer. He just left.
From the other side of the door, he could hear the sounds of a violent
rampage occurring in the room behind him.
No doubt Temari was throwing a fit, but he needed time to regroup. He had a lot to think over and come to terms
with.
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Translations/Term Definitions...in no
particular order:
- Kage Mane no Jutsu: The Nara
clan’s Shadow Copy Technique. It binds
the enemy and forces them into the same motions that the user is doing.
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