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Shattered Glass	By : RotSeele Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Shattered Glass
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
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III.

"I thought Shikamaru was with you,"
Gaara spoke, kohl rimmed eyes on the stack of reports before him. The one he
was listening to now, though, had to be the most amusing one thus far.
"He's asleep. Without nightmares.
It's the first time in a week, probably," Kankurou replied, leafing through
mission requests from other countries, overstepping many boundaries.
Gaara could care less.
"Theories?"
"He was attacked just after he met
the nin who was to deliver the powder. I want to say it was just a freak of
nature, but the leader seemed to know exactly what Shikamaru was carrying."
Kankurou paused, looking at a particularly interesting request before
continuing. "And that nin hasn't returned. I want to say she was attacked as
well, but I don't feel right saying that."
"Have you inquired at the
hospital?"
Kankurou shook his head, tossing
resealed scrolls back into the men he'd got them from. He folded his arms over
his chest and glared at a tile in the ceiling.
"Temari's there," Kankurou finally
bit out as Gaara's eyebrow rose, and he could no longer ignore the sand
crawling up his pant leg.
Gaara made a noise that sounded
like a cat choking on a hairball and let the sand drop back down to the floor.
"You know how she is about
Shikamaru," Kankurou started, arms waving over his head as if to ward off evil
spirits. Gaara nodded, expression as blank as normal, though his lips quirked
as it seemed he was trying to fight a smile.
"-Ra. Gaara. Tell your eyes to stop
staring at my crotch."
Gaara glanced up at Kankurou and
realized the sand tendrils were rubbing against his brother's legs like
over-affectionate housecats.
"...Tell your crotch to stop staring
at my eyes." Gaara forced the sands to drop back to the floor and picked up a
jounin report to distract himself. Kankurou glared at him for a while before returning to stare at the ceiling again.
"We need jounin, ANBU preferably, to
go down to the river, and fan out north." Kankurou began, almost absently.
"They'll be looking for blood. Bodies. Those three missing girls are in a cave
there."
"Dead?"
"Quite."
Gaara made a sound and filed away a
stamped report. Kankurou was gestured toward a drawer that held photographs of
all the ninja in Suna, and started fishing around for an ANBU member. Then the
team formation would fall to the chosen ANBU and Gaara and Kankurou could
concentrate on Shikamaru.
Shit.
Shikamaru.
Temari.
Shit.
Kankurou tossed a picture down on
Gaara's desk and bolted from the Kazekage's office, running for his apartment.
He had left Shikamaru alone with his sister on the loose. He was a royal
A-class idiot. Kankurou reached the roof of the building across from his just as
a wall exploded outward. It didn't faze him as it would have done years ago.
But then he had met a creature named Naruto, and disasters like this had become
somewhat normal.
For Naruto.
Not Shikamaru.
Who was standing with his arms
rigid before him, skin and hair covered with sand and dust, eyes wild as he
glared at Temari.
Or what was Temari's arm, rather,
as the girl was buried beneath rubble. Shikamaru leapt out of the hole he had
made in the wall as his shadow clone took the kunai Temari threw at him from
behind a concealing plant.
Kankurou swore Temari was going to
pay for having his apartment reduced to
bits. The only consolation was that Karasu was on his back and the others were
in the theatre workshop. Temari let out a cry, one of surprise, and that alone
had her brother moving. She was trapped between a wall and Shikamaru's shadows,
pinned in place as Shikamaru stood before her, a murderous look in those brown
eyes. Kankurou knew he should help Temari, but he wanted to see what the Konoha
shinobi would do. Considering Temari was a jounin, and Shikamaru was just a
chuunin. So he hung within earshot, chakra threads forming just in case he
needed to yank one of them out of the situation.
Shikamaru snarled and Temari
cringed. She had heard from one of the gate guards Shikamaru was in Suna and
had moved to find out where he was. Kankurou was the last person Shikamaru had
been with, and so she had broken into her brother's apartment.
What she had found both shocked and
appalled her.
Shikamaru was in Kankurou's bed.
Asleep. Half naked. Anger had surged through her, because Kankurou knew Shikamaru was hers, and yet had Shikamaru in his bed. The situation was easily remedied, as Temari
had moved to get rid of any trace of Kankurou on Shikamaru and replace that
scent with her own. Maybe it was rape when it started, but Shikamaru had
started reacting so wonderfully, Temari couldn't wait. The moment she'd put her
hand down his pants to feel how big he was, she found herself being thrown from
Shikamaru and crashing out the far wall by a burst of raw chakra.
It was a split second before she
hit the ground, switching with a potted plant before the rubble crushed her.
She'd retaliated with a kunai and found herself bound by a Kagemane no Jutsu,
Shikamaru glaring at her with death in his eyes. She shrieked as the kunai came
toward her throat, and fought the binding jutsu, only to be thrown to the
ground as Kankurou's chakra threads wrapped around Shikamaru's wrists and
ankles, bringing the Konoha shinobi down.
Kankurou didn't bother to check on
his sister; she was okay, despite the bright line of oozing blood on her
jugular. Shikamaru was far more important right now.
"Shikamaru? Shikamaru!"
"Shut up!" Shikamaru shouted in
Kankurou's face, eyes still angry. "Get me down!"
"When you calm down, I will."
Kankurou growled in reply, flicking a glance toward Temari, watching her
struggle to her feet. She swayed and jerked her fan to use it to balance
herself.
Kankurou wasn't surprised when she
glared death at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Kankurou?" Temari shrieked
with more decibels than necessary.
"I think," Kankurou replied, "I just saved your stupid ass!"
"Shikamaru's mine," Temari hissed.
"I don't belong to anyone!"
"Shut up, Shikamaru!" Temari and
Kankurou shouted at the chuunin, Kankurou placing his hand over the helpless
brunette's mouth.
Temari grew livid.
"Kankurou! Get your hands off my
Shikamaru!"
"I don't see your name on him."
Kankurou countered, "Guess he's not yours."
"Kankurou!" Temari screeched, "You
are such a...!"
"A what?"
"A faggot!"
Shikamaru stilled. It felt as if
the whole world had stopped. There was no outside noise, as if the three of
them were in a little bubble. A bubble that held one very homicidal puppet
master.
Temari was fast. Kankurou was
faster.
He grabbed his sister by one of her
pigtails and hauled her close to his body before throwing her out the hole she
and Shikamaru had created in his apartment all. Temari didn't have a chance to
henge; she slingshot about half way over the building next to Kankurou's and
flew back into the puppeteer's fist. Again she slingshot out, and on her return
trip was pinned to the floor by Kankurou, his sandaled foot squarely between her
breasts and he slammed a kunai beside her head, barely a centimeter from her ear.
Kankurou bent at the waist,
maximizing pressure on Temari's sternum, making it incredibly difficult for her
to breathe. His fist drew back, and he swung, breaking her nose. Temari
couldn't get enough air to scream. She'd known what Kankurou was capable of;
she'd seen it herself. But never before had she imagined that it would be her
whom was receiving that brutality. Blood was streaming down her face, and
already one eye was swelling shut. She cringed as Kankurou's fist drew back for
the final time, but the blow never landed. Temari gave in to unconsciousness
about the same time Shikamaru grabbed her brother's wrist, the threads holding
him having dispersed when Kankurou's rage reached the killing edge.
"Kankurou," Shikamaru whispered,
holding tight to the black covered wrist, using all of his non-existent strength
to keep Kankurou from killing his sister. He knew quite well Kankurou could kill
him easily, especially in the mood he was right now.
But Shikamaru trusted Kankurou,
somehow knew that the Suna shinobi
wouldn't hurt him.
He was wrong.
Kankurou launched himself back from
the prone form of his sister, grabbed Shikamaru by the shoulders, and slammed
him into a concrete-sandstone slab. Shikamaru's head knocked against the hard
surface roughly enough to daze him and make him question the next events as entirely
fantasy.
But those rough, wind-chapped lips
against his own felt real enough.
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