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Break to Breathe	By : Okami-Rayne Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1958 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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BREAK TO BREATHE

by Okami Rayne

Chapter Four
Shikamaru had never stopped wishing he was a cloud.
Despite having come so far, in light of all his achievements, that selfish little part of him still entertained the dream of living a less troublesome life. However, people had unshakeable faith in him and despite moments like this - when he wished they didn't - he knew that it was a good thing. That it said something. His life had meaning and direction. Despite the hassle, at least he could say that he didn't feel empty.
For some reason, his thoughts turned toward Neji. A red zone he'd told himself he wouldn't let his mind stray into.
Not my business. Not my problem.
Shikamaru sighed and tucked an arm under his head. He swung a long leg over the side of the hammock he lay in, coaxing it into a sway. Gazing up, he studied the thin wisps of cloud curled like whipped cream against the late afternoon sky.
Yep. Floating on by…that's what I wanted…
His dark eyes shuttered slightly, his mind easing from its restless churn, lulled by the gentle rock of the hammock. He felt himself drifting off.
Then the sway of the hammock stopped.
He cracked an eye open.
"Hey sleepyhead!" Ino grinned down at him with a saccharine smile that indicated she wanted something.
"Troublesome woman," Shikamaru muttered, closing his eyes again.
"Aaw, don't be like that. Feel like helping a girl out?"
"Not really."
"Shikamaru!" Ino whined, smacking his dangling leg hard enough to jolt him.
"Go away. I've done my time for today. The Godaime just chewed me up and spat me out. Besides…" He waved her off, not opening his eyes. "I'm busy."
"Pfft! Yeah right, busy taking a nap!"
"It's hard work when I keep getting interrupted."
"Shikamarruuuuu."
"Man, what a drag…" He sighed out a half-hearted growl. "This had better be good, Ino…"
"At'a boy, Shikamaru! It's a matter of life or death." Ino settled herself awkwardly onto the hammock, almost causing it to dip and deposit both of them on the ground.
Thankfully Shikamaru kicked his leg out for balance, slipping his eyes open to glare at her half-heartedly. "Sure it is."
Ino smiled that too-sweet smile. "Aaw c'mon. Help a buddy out won't you?"
Yeah, 'cause last time I tried to do that, it was such a success…
"Are you even listening to me?" Ino scowled.
"Yeah, yeah, life or death – what is it already?"
"Well," Ino drew the word out slowly. "I was wondering if I could have a chat with your mom."
Shikamaru stared at her intently. It was only when the silence grew uncomfortable that Ino frowned, huffing indignantly.
"What!" she snapped.
Shikamaru blinked slowly. "Just looking for the kunai that someone should be holding to your throat."
"Shikamaru quit being annoying!"
"Then quit acting crazy, why the hell would you wanna talk to my mother? Voluntarily."
"You're such a bad son!" Ino rolled her eyes, grinning straight after in that mercurial way that made Shikamaru almost nervous. "It's about medicine!"
Shikamaru's eyes automatically looked her over for injury. "Medicine for brain damage?"
"Ass!" She smacked him again before elaborating. "Medicine for research. You know how I want to learn to be a medic-nin too, right? Well, rather than degrade myself by going through billboard-brow to get Tsunade-sama's attention, I thought I'd take the initiative!"
Shikamaru arched a brow. "By talking to my ma?"
"Duh! Your clan have extensive knowledge about medicine. I figured that educating myself a little will earn me some points! Who better to ask about that than your mom?"
"Anyone else."
"Shikamaru!"
"Well how about Shizune?"
"She's busy. Besides, I want to do this my way, without it getting back to Sakura."
"Right…" Shikamaru glanced over her shoulder, his eyes studying the sky as he pretended not to admire her determination.
Way too much effort if you ask me.
"So what do you think?"
"Sure, whatever…" He shrugged, kicking the hammock back into a swing. "I'll tell her you wanna drop by."
"Awesome!" Ino grinned, twisting around on the swaying hammock to follow Shikamaru's gaze skyward. "Still watching your clouds, huh?"
"Yeah," Shikamaru smirked. "When I'm not getting interrupted, hit by crazy girls, pushed into meetings or kicked into missions."
"Oh come on! You know you're happy to help me out!"
"I can barely contain myself…" he drawled.
Ino snickered. "Besides, I'll tell your mom nice stuff about you so she gives you a break."
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "Right, good luck with that."
Ino smiled before glancing back down at him. "Oh hey, have you seen Neji around?"
That got his attention; though to look at him, he appeared no more interested than he had a moment ago.
"No." He arched a brow. "Why?"
"I was thinking about asking him for some help with my medic training too."
"Oh yeah?" Shikamaru draped his arm across his stomach, his other still curled behind his head.
"Yup. Hyūga insight into the chakra network and the way it affects the body and organs will definitely be worth learning more about. Plus, he's got awesome chakra control."
"Hn." Shikamaru couldn't stop a wry smirk. "Yeah, he's controlled alright."
"Plus, I thought he could teach me some meditation."
"Thought you had that stuff down," Shikamaru let his gaze trace the clouds, but his mind was drifting into that red zone again.
"Yeah, I'm pretty good at it already. I have to be to do the mind transference jutsu." Ino swung her legs lazily, launching into a ramble.
Shikamaru frowned, lost in his own thoughts.
The Hokage said Neji was heading a mission today. A-rank too. He'd better have his shit together…
With Ino's voice lost in the background, Shikamaru realised he wasn't listening and quickly attempted to tune back into what she was saying.
"— so you see, it wouldn't hurt for me to get some pointers."
Shikamaru hummed. "Yeah…"
"You have to be really centred to be a medical-nin, especially in a crisis and Neji is always focused. Last thing I wanna do is freak out or panic."
Man, this is just way too ironic…
Shikamaru yelped as a solid punch almost gave him a dead leg. "What the hell, Ino!"
"You're zoning out on me!"
"Man, settle down. I heard you. Chakra control, calm and centred and no freaking out. Can I catch a nap now?"
Ino attempted to scowl but ended up smiling. It was a different kind of smile that made Shikamaru nervous for entirely different reasons than her 'wanna-help-me-out' grins.
Oh no.
"How've you been anyway, Shikamaru?"
"Harassed," he said flatly.
"I'm serious!"
So am I.
He shrugged with a smile. Ino tilted her head, apparently not satisfied.
"Me and Chōji haven't seen you lately, what with all the divided missions."
Shikamaru swung his leg lazily to rock the hammock again. "Yeah well, tell that to the Hokage, she's the slave driver."
"Apparently you are. Or so Naruto says – oh, by the way, Kiba thinks you've taken up drugs."
"What?" Shikamaru snorted, caught between a laugh and a frown.
"Okay, not drugs." Ino chuckled, eyeing him closely. "But smoking. Kiba said Akamaru smelt it on you."
"And you believed it?" Shikamaru blinked lazily, though his mind carefully catalogued the information. "That's total crap. I haven't even seen Kiba or Akamaru."
Ino offered a sheepish smile. "Well okay, technically it was Tonton who told Akamaru."
"The pig can talk to the dog, huh?" Shikamaru shook his head. "Figures."
Ino snickered before her expression turned semi-serious. "Hey, that's not true though right? You know Asuma would kick your ass if he found out about it. Not to mention what I'd do to you."
"Thanks for the concern, mom."
"Well?" Ino pressed, frowning.
"You know I hate that stuff. And it's not like I can be bothered to take up another bad habit," Shikamaru lied, quirking his lip. "Don't be stupid."
"Good! I didn't think you were that dumb." Ino grinned, clapping him on the leg as she stood up. "Right, if you see Neji around, tell him I'm looking for him, yeah?"
Like that's gonna happen anytime soon.
"Yeah, sure." Shikamaru gave a lazy salute before dropping his arm back across his stomach. He watched the blonde disappear then raised his eyes back to the sky, trying to push the white-eyed ninja from his mind.
Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem…
Wisps of cloud had begun to cluster slightly, drifting into a thicker fleece-like formation.
Shikamaru sighed.
The weather was going to turn.

"Rotation!" Neji pivoted smoothly on his heel, spinning into a graceful pirouette that deflected the lethal rain of shuriken and kunai.
The projectiles ricocheted off his chakra sphere, lodging into trees and enemies. Beyond the spinning dome, Lee and Tenten launched their respective attacks, breaking up the pockets of enemies trying to regroup.
Neji swirled to a stop as the last weapon skittered off his defence. He leapt neatly from the crater formed by his jutsu, landing in a crouch. His sharp eyes scanned the clearing.
Three behind. Two above.
He feigned a lunge to his right and kicked off his foot to launch left, avoiding the shuriken that whizzed past. He countered the attack with a whip of his wrist, drawing three kunai between his knuckles. He let them fly into the canopies and a pained grunt confirmed a hit. Before he could twist to kick off a low bough, Tenten had already launched a hail of projectiles at the other enemy.
"I'm on it! Get the scrolls!" she called, twirling into a punch. The pin-cushioned man plummeted.
Neji straightened up on the bough.
Two down. Three to go.
His pale eyes locked onto the cargo their enemy was defending – a slender scroll case currently in the possession of a young woman firing arrows from an arm-fitted crossbow. One of the girl's comrades remained beside her, his blade slicing towards Lee without success.
Strange. They appear no more skilled than average thugs. Why is this mission classed as A-rank?
Neji flicked his eyes back to the girl, frowning slightly. There was something odd about her chakra. He couldn't quite pin it. He turned his head as Lee's high-pitched yell cut across the short distance.
"Leaf hurricane!" the green-clad ninja roared, caving the swordsman's chest with a kick that sent the opponent crashing through the forest.
The woman hissed a curse, spun on her heel and ran.
Damn!
Neji barely had time to turn his head before his body moved on instinct, his Byakugan picking up an attack with precognitive ease. A blade lanced into the trunk of the tree – a scant inch from where his face had been. It brought the enemy into range, allowing for Neji to push forward and jab his fingers in rapid processions, rupturing the chakra pathways.
He didn't wait to see the results and ducked under the collapsing man, his attention already shifting onto the girl as his vision stretched beyond the range of the fight. Again he sensed an odd flutter in her chakra signature; faint and inconsistent.
What is that?
Neji twisted as a man came to the woman's defence. He deflected a hit with the side of his palm, his other hand ramming a gentle-fist jab straight into his opponent's chest. Avoiding the spray of blood from the man's mouth, Neji kicked the finished enemy aside and sprang into a run.
"Lee! Tenten!" he let his voice direct his teammates, not slowing to explain. The Byakugan led him in a beeline, hot on the heels of the fleeing girl.
She has nowhere to go. This fight is over.
Springing high, he avoided a trip-wire, throwing a kunai to mark the spot for Lee and Tenten before pressing on. He tilted his head as an arrow from the girl's crossbow zoomed past, skittering off a branch.
Time to end this.
He swung high and dropped down in front of her, forcing her to backpedal. She drew a scythe-like blade from a sheath at her hip.
"Out of my way!" she growled, with surprising courage given her situation.
Neji kept his palm up, poised and waiting. "Hand over the scrolls and we won't have to do this."
"Not on your life," she snarled, but there was fear in her eyes. Neji placed her at no more than sixteen.
Why is her chakra balance so erratic?
He frowned, but didn't have time to assess her network before she came at him. There was some skill to her motions, but barely enough to save her. Neji avoided the swings with embarrassing ease, pushing frustration into her attacks. She obviously had little experience with close-quarter battle, her strength being long-range attacks.
Neji kept his attention on the openings she created, looking for a quick way to disable without killing. That is until she threw the blade at him, hilt over tip, jumped back and made to form a hand sign.
What? Ninjutsu?
Her chakra flared a little, an odd pulse fluttering around her sacral area. A possible yin-seal? Such storage of chakra would explain the A-rank nature of the mission. Neji scowled, angry at the thought that he'd been lulled into a false sense of security.
I have to end this fast!
She never got a chance to finish the hand-seals before his fingers struck her in the shoulder, causing her arm to jerk and spasm.
"I'll take you with me!" she screamed, twisting her other hand she lodged the crossbow between them and made to fire a bolt straight into Neji's heart – but his fingers were already poised above her own.
He jabbed a hit straight at her chest.
A choked cough spluttered from her mouth and he knocked her arm aside as she pitched forward onto her side. The scroll case dropped from her bag. Neji deactivated the Byakugan and kicked aside the case, making sure it wasn't rigged before retrieving it. Then he crouched to roll the girl onto her back, his brow knitting at the realisation that this defeat had almost been too easy.
"You left me no choice," he said quietly.
The girl stared up at him, the life fading from her grey eyes, curses trickling from her mouth as she shakily pressed a hand over her stomach. Neji frowned, unwilling to take a chance that she might be initiating something.
"Byakugan!" He activated the dōjutsu, allowing his focus to fall to her chakra network.
To his surprise, it was riddled with disease. Some strange, sapping sickness. His brow furrowed sharply as he traced the flood of faded chakra to the strange fluctuation he had sensed earlier.
His gaze fell to where her hand lay above her stomach.
Neji felt his breath seize.
"Gone…now…either way…" the girl muttered to herself, coughing up a blood bubble.
Neji didn't hear her, his pale-eyes wide in shock as he identified a faint and barely discernable pulse of chakra. Weak but struggling – like the fighting flutter of a caged bird. The thought caused a painful jolt in his chest.
No…no…
"No…" he shook his head, knocking her hand aside and pressing his palm to her stomach, his eyes wide and slightly frantic. "No!"
The girl smiled grimly, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Never…wanted it…"
"No, no…" Neji shook his head, his teeth grit, his touch pressed as if he could push life into the fading light beneath his palm. But he couldn't.
No. no. no…
He didn't hear Tenten call his name, or hear Lee's echo of her call. "Neji!"
No…no…no…
"Neji what are you…?" Tenten's voice faltered. "Neji…?"
"How did I…not see…? How…" Neji rasped, not taking his eyes off that pulse growing dimmer, dimmer – desperately fighting.
NO! Please no.
"Neji…" Tenten and Lee hovered behind him, confused and concerned.
Neji felt the dying girl grip his hand, her fingers like ice.
"Never…wanted…it…" she whispered.
Neji shook his head, his lips parting around words that wouldn't come. He dared not flick his eyes away from where his attention was focused, desperately trying to search his mind for some way to fix it.
THINK!
"Neji…" Lee's hand touched his shoulder just as the woman's fingers slacked on his hand.
Her rattling breath ceased as her last tear slipped away. She died, quietly and without a struggle - unlike the life Neji could still feel, still see, slipping away.
Hold on. Please…just hold on…
A few heartbeats later, the pulse faded.
Gone.
Neji stared for a long moment, his mind paralysed. He could hear voices, vaguely aware that Tenten was crouched beside him.
"Neji, please say something…"
Neji finally raised his gaze. Not to Tenten, but to the enemy's lifeless eyes still wet with tears. Glazed. Gone.
His voice was a bare murmur in the morbidly still forest.
"She was pregnant."

Rain pelted down, spattering nosily against the slick footpath leading to the Hokage's Residence. Shikamaru lengthened his strides, having expected the rain, but not the summons to yet another meeting. As far as he was concerned, the rain was less of a hassle than the thought of yet another tedious consultation with the elders.
The troublesome affair had taken him away from a Shogi game with Asuma, which he had already strategized as an inevitable win.
First Ino, now this…ugh…women…
He understood the necessity of his input – but it didn't require his enthusiasm. Asuma had laughed when none other than the damned pig had delivered the summons. Shikamaru shook his head, wishing he'd seen the humour in it rather than the trouble. Flicking his gaze ahead he watched Tonton trot along, her hoofs slipping a little on the wet cobbles. An enthusiastic oink came from the small animal as they reached the entrance.
"Great," Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head and earning himself a suspiciously unimpressed look from the pig. "Yeah, yeah, alright."
He followed Tonton into the residence, well aware that they were late. He brushed droplets from his flak jacket, having been forced to forfeit an umbrella thanks to Asuma 'borrowing' it. Quickening his steps without appearing to hurry, he paused outside the Hokage's room, his brow furrowing at the sound of voices.
Did they already start? Great…
He cocked his head close to the door and was surprised to hear Lee's voice just about filtering through the thick wood. Arching a brow, Shikamaru drew back just as the doors opened, allowing Gai to slip through. The bushy-browed sensei gave Shikamaru a tight smile and a thumb's up before heading down along the hallway, his steps less bouncy than normal.
Weird. What's up with him?
Shikamaru slipped into the room before the doors could close, feigning a look of apology when Tsunade's amber eyes shifted over to him. She didn't appear to mind the interruption and waved him over. Shikamaru's attention immediately diverted to the trio standing to one side of the room.
Neji met his gaze across the short distance.
The Hyūga's pale eyes seemed touched by a latent anger only noticeable by the tension drawn across his elegantly carved face. Before Shikamaru could cock his head in question, Neji's gaze flicked back to the burly red-haired man standing before the Hokage.
"One hundred thousand ryō, as agreed," the man announced. He snapped his fingers and on cue, one of his aides stepped forward to supply the money. "Of course, you have my gratitude."
Shikamaru's eyes slid back to Neji, then to the other two teammates. Lee's heavy brows were furrowed low above his dark eyes and Tenten appeared torn between an expression of confusion and disgust.
"With the scrolls back in your possession, I assume we won't have to worry about any wayward activity on behalf of your clan," Tsunade remarked calmly, her chin resting atop her hands as she kept her eyes on the client.
"Absolutely not, Hokage-sama. Like I said, your people took care of our problem and I've no doubt that—"
"Why was this mission ranked as A-class?" Neji's voice cut across the client's, low and slightly hostile.
Shikamaru frowned, glancing between the client and Tsunade. The man barely deigned Neji with a glance and instead directed his answer to Tsunade.
"I already clarified the risks that may be presented."
Tsunade didn't have time to respond before Neji beat her to it.
"The team we tracked, intercepted and eliminated were classed as A-rank criminals," Neji continued, his voice retaining unerring and deceptive calm. "However, their abilities were hardly up to par."
"So?" The client growled.
Neji's voice dropped a notch. "So either your clan has an appalling lack of skill, or you simply wanted a team of inexperienced minors wiped out."
"Neji," Tsunade warned. "Watch it."
Shikamaru glanced between the gathered parties.
What the hell is going on here? Minors?
"How dare you." The client turned toward Neji, his jowls quivering at the insult before he flicked his outraged eyes to Tsunade. "What kind of operation are you running here?"
Tsunade arched a brow. "A successful one. You've got your scrolls, haven't you?"
Neji's long fingers curled into a fist at his side. "You misled us to believe these people were an A-rank priority. We used excessive force when it was not necessary."
"Neji, drop it." Tsunade ordered, her eyes still on the client.
"Insolent brat," the man snapped at the long-haired Jōnin, his eyes swinging back toward the Hokage. "I will not stand here and be interrogated by the hired-hands. Our arrangement is settled."
Tsunade inclined her head with a hum, her lips pursed tightly. Shikamaru flicked his gaze between Neji and the Hokage, trying to read between the lines. For Neji to show-up a client like this just didn't make sense.
Great…another mystery…
Shikamaru watched the hefty man and his aides leave the room, taking none of the tension with them. As soon as the doors slammed shut, Tsunade slid her gaze across to Neji.
"That was way out of line, Hyūga."
"But Ts—" Lee tried to interrupt but was silenced by a glare.
Shikamaru watched Tsunade's eyes narrow with irritation. "Losing face like that isn't something clan lords take lightly. What the hell were you thinking, Neji?"
Neji's jaw twitched, the fist at his side so tight his knuckles had blanched. "That currency might as well be blood-money."
Shikamaru arched his brows at the comment, but Tsunade didn't share his surprise. Her eyes flashed fire as she smacked a fist down, rattling her teacup and sloshing the contents.
"Wake up Hyūga, you're a ninja! Taking lives comes with the job description," she snapped, losing her temper. "If it's not someone else's blood, it's ours. We're not in the position right now to bite the hand that feeds, you got that?"
Neji's eyes flickered, but they averted in a show of respect and relent that must have irked him in that moment to display. "Yes, Tsunade-sama."
"Good," Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temple as she curbed her anger. "You're dismissed. Go work it out of your system – whatever the hell it is that's gotten into you."
Neji blinked slowly and inclined his head, turning in tandem with his teammates to make a more controlled exit. Shikamaru's eyes followed him, but if Neji sensed his gaze, he did not return it.
"Shikamaru," Tsunade said.
"Yeah?" He turned his gaze back to the Hokage.
Tsunade slouched back in her chair, her voice oddly subdued, given her stern words a moment ago. "Look, I'm calling it a day. We'll reschedule for tomorrow afternoon – don't be late."
"You got it." He nodded, bowing his head slightly before pivoting to slip from the room.
No wonder Gai-sensei wanted out of there. Must have sensed something was up with Neji. Can't imagine him biting his tongue through that…
Shikamaru glanced down along the hallway, stepping aside as Tonton trotted past him. He picked up his pace to a brisk walk, exiting the residence and hovering under the awning as he gazed out at the rain, his attention shifting from the grey skies to the group at the end of the pathway.
Lee stood with a parasol in hand, shielding himself and Tenten from the downpour, while Neji stood defiantly glaring at his old sensei. From a distance, Shikamaru could decipher that the elder was attempting to placate his ex-student. Gai's hands reached out, settling onto the rigid Hyūga's shoulders. He watched Neji take a step back, dipping away from the touch.
Not good…
Shikamaru frowned. Even from a distance he could guess the crestfallen expression on Gai's face. He was probably the only sensei who ever openly displayed the depth of emotion invested in the students he'd trained.
Not my problem…
Shikamaru tried to drill the words into a mantra. But for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off Neji. Had this been anyone else, he'd have been able to roll his shoulders in a lazy shrug, turn on his heel and walk away, trusting that Gai or the other two teammates could handle it. But clearly they couldn't, because Neji knocked aside Lee's hand reaching for his shoulder, bowed his head respectfully to Gai and then turned smoothly to quit the scene.
To his horror, Shikamaru felt that stupid, troublesome compulsion to follow him.
No way. Been there. Done that.
Despite his better judgement and any semblance of sense, he found his feet moving of their own accord again. He was certain that something, at some point, had been knocked loose in his head for him to be dogging Neji's steps like a fool with a death wish.
Man, what the hell…why am I making this my problem?
For all his intelligence, he couldn't supply an answer. Or wouldn't. He wasn't sure he wanted to know his deep-seated, more than likely sadistic reasons for behaving this way.
I gave Ino shit for wanting to talk to my ma, looks like I'm the one who needs their head checked…
"Why are you following me?"
Shikamaru jerked to a halt, not having realised that Neji had somehow managed to double back on him.
Shit. Sneaky bastard.
"Tch." Shikamaru turned his head to glance over his shoulder. "Still flattering yourself, Hyūga?"
"Still interfering, Nara?" Neji returned, levelling him with a glare.
Shikamaru smirked and turned lazily on his heel to face the other teenager. Much like himself, Neji was utterly drenched; the Hyūga's hair falling like a sheet of dark glass down his back. The pale robes were saturated, sticking to him much the way they had when Shikamaru had last seen him – soaked and on the verge of a dangerous brink he didn't want to face and kept trying to control.
"Not my problem we were walking in the same direction," Shikamaru lied as he reached out a hand to grip a parasol stuffed in a rack by the side of a stall – all the while thanking whatever Kami seemed to be on his side.
At least it wasn't the damn porn shop…not that this could be any more awkward than it already is…
Shikamaru ignored Neji's narrowed eyes as he handed over the necessary payment to the stall-keeper, appearing nonchalant.
"Need some cover?" Shikamaru asked, turning his gaze to Neji as he fanned open the parasol.
Neji arched a brow, clearly sceptical. Shikamaru made a show of not caring, taking his time to idly swing his arm up and grant himself some cover – as if this had been his intention all along.
"Suit yourself." Shikamaru shrugged. "Guess you're acclimatising to cold showers, right?"
He watched Neji's eyes widen slightly, the memory of the rigged traps back at the abandoned inn causing the Hyūga to avert his gaze and clear his throat.
Shikamaru chuckled at his discomfort, shaking his head. "Hey, fancy a game of Shogi?"
Like that's gonna happen.
Neji's eyes remained averted for a moment, water dripping from his lashes and the sharp edge of his jaw. Shikamaru anticipated a scathing response that never came.
"Alright…" Neji blinked and turned on his heel.
Shikamaru stared for a moment, almost certain that he'd misheard.
Then Neji paused mid-step and glanced over his shoulder. "Well? Are you coming or not?"
Shikamaru just about kept the shock from his face.
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