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When Morning Comes	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:�
okay, how many of you honestly did not see that ending coming?� I thought it was totally obvious.� Anyway, thanks so much for the reviews!� Please enjoy this next installment and
review, pretty please with a cherry on top (or a naked-Shika-cake,
whichever)!
//lyrics//

Waiting for the
Rain to Fall

Shikamaru�s dark eyes were
wide.� He almost felt like he couldn�t
breathe. �His mind was a complete blank
as he stared at his blonde friend.�
Naruto was� in love with
him?� He tried desperately to come to
that conclusion, pegging little things the blonde had done in the past that he
overlooked, something to trigger this emotion the other was feeling.
Once again the Nara came up with a
blank.� He never noticed anything that
would indicate that Naruto wanted anything more than a friendship with some sex
on the side.� It didn�t make any sense!
He shook his head, expression
turning into a scowl.� �Naruto,� he
whispered, taking his time to make sure he didn�t hurt his friend, ��what�
I�.�� Shikamaru shook his head again,
eyes focusing more intently on the tearstained face of the blonde.� �Since when?�
Naruto looked away, gently rubbing the
hand he had punched the wall with.� He
gave a small shrug before speaking.� �A
little while now, I guess.�
Silence reigned for several long,
uncomfortable minutes as the Nara tried to figure it out.� His confusion was growing as he kept coming
up with no explanation.� His scowl faded
away as he gave his friend a confused and desperate look, finally voicing the
one word that had been echoing in his mind the very moment the blonde
confessed.� ��why?�
Naruto abandoned the attempt to
ease his hand to rub the back of his neck, again giving a small shrug.� �I just� it was� during sex, Shikamaru,� he
whispered, blue eyes still filled with tears looking at the Nara with a
tenderness and fondness Shikamaru had never seen within them before.� �I-I noticed� that you kept your eyes open a
lot� even though we said we�d imagine somebody else being there.�� Slowly, the blonde took small steps towards
his friend.� �After a while� I guess I
thought that you� wanted me� that you weren�t imagining anybody else being
there, Shikamaru.� The more I thought
about it� the more I� wanted the same.��
Naruto stood just a breath away from the Nara, their eyes still locked
onto each other.� �I haven�t imagined
that I was with somebody else for a month or so, Shikamaru.� You�re the person I want most in the
world.�� He reached up a tanned hand to
touch his frozen friend�s face.
Shikamaru blinked and stepped away
from the appendage before it could make contact.� He backed up to stand on the other side of
the bed; he was still confused and shocked and knew that being touched by his
blonde friend at the moment would probably not be a good idea.
He flinched slightly at seeing the
rejected look on Naruto�s face, how those sorrowful eyes fell to the floor and
a few more tears ran down already wet, scarred cheeks.
�Why didn�t you say anything?�
Shikamaru asked quietly, knowing full well that shouting would be pointless,
despite the frustration starting to build within him again.� However, he couldn�t stop the next sentence
that his pride forced from his mouth without his permission, �I thought we were
friends, told each other everything.�
He regretted saying it, though, at
witnessing those blue eyes dart to him, wide and full of shock before darkening
and looking away again.� Naruto placed a
shaky hand over his mouth.� �I-I�m
sorry,� he whispered in a choked sob, taking the few steps to plop back onto
the bed were he continued to quietly cry.
Shikamaru could practically feel
the heartbreak radiating from his friend and felt his own heart clench in
pain.� He softly sighed and carefully sat
beside the blonde.� Tentatively, the Nara
placed a comforting hand on Naruto�s back.�
�I�m sorry, Naruto,� he
replied quietly.� �I�m the one who should
have said something� or even noticed to some degree of what you were feeling.�
Naruto tensed beneath the touch and
quelled his sobs as his friend spoke.� He
very slowly sat a little straighter and tried to wipe the wetness on his cheeks
away while sniffing.� �So� when we were
having sex,� he asked, voice hoarse and thick with emotion, �you were�
picturing my dad?�
The Nara had to look away; he had
never felt so ashamed about it before.� �Yeah.�
The blonde nodded and was quiet a
moment before moving, scooting to the other side of the bed so his friend�s
hand left his back, and he�d only be able to touch him again by following the
movement.
Shikamaru didn�t.� His hand remained still in the air for at
least a full minute before he lowered it back into his lap.� Somehow he felt that he�d lost his best
friend; the distance between them now, although looked easy enough to breach at
five feet or so, was too much for even the mightiest jumper to cross.� He sighed sadly at the thought; he didn�t
want to lose anybody over this silly emotion he had.
�What do you want me to do?� the
Nara asked in a quiet murmur.� Silence
was his answer for a long while before he heard a slight shift of movement from
the blonde�s side of the bed and a strong sigh.
�Don�t you dare hurt my dad,�
Naruto said, surprising Shikamaru at how harsh, angry and threatening the
sentence was.
He looked up to see the blonde
sitting with his back straight, blue eyes swirling with hurt and hostility
toward the Nara, making him flinch and feel a little afraid.� He knew Naruto could be mean when he needed
to be.
�Dad is all I have left,� he
continued, hands clenching into fists on his lap.� �I love him more than anything, Shikamaru,
and if you do anything, and I mean anything,
to hurt him in any way, I promise
that you�ll regret ever meeting me.�
Understand?� he hissed, an angry glare bringing together golden brows, making nostrils flare and further darkening his
eyes.
Shikamaru swallowed a bit and
responded in the positive, a small jolt of pain shooting through his
heart.� He wasn�t really sure why; it
made all the sense in the world that his father would be the first on his mind,
but after Naruto had just gotten finished saying that he was so in love with
the Nara�.� He thought that maybe he
would at least be on par with the older blonde, not still considered below.
�Now leave me alone, Shikamaru,�
Naruto mumbled, eyes turning to the window.
Shikamaru didn�t need to be told
twice, but even as he slowly stood and walked to the door, he still felt bad
about it.� He was going to apologize
again, but knew he�d just be wasting his breath; no matter how much he was
sorry, that little word usually had little standing in this kind of
situation.� He sighed sadly again as he
opened the door, taking one final glance at the blonde before leaving his old
friend to himself.
He walked down the stairs in a bit
of a daze, the words Naruto had said still floating in his mind and making him
wonder if he had responded correctly.�
However, it was the truth and sometimes the truth hurt, it was that
simple.
Entering the kitchen, he saw Minato
cleaning up a bit, having turned on the lights and put his shirt back on.� Never before had Shikamaru wanted to hold the
older man so badly; feeling the overwhelming need to be comforted and told that
his friend would be all right.
Minato looked up at him from wiping
the counter and giving him a worried gaze.�
�How�d it go, Shikamaru?� he asked carefully.
The Nara stood next to the man his
heart yearned for.� He shook his head and
looked desperately into the blonde�s brilliantly blue eyes.� �He said he�s in love with me,� he whispered.
The Namikaze�s eyes widened a bit
and he was quiet for a long moment.�
Eventually he released a long breath and looked at the counter, though
his blue orbs weren�t focused on it.� �How long?�
Shikamaru slightly flinched as the memory
of tear filled blue eyes glared at him while asking the same question.� �He� wasn�t sure.� A month, maybe longer.�
Minato nodded.� �Naruto never said anything to you?�
�No, I didn�t know until he blurted
it out tonight.�
The blonde sighed again, running a
hand through his hair.� �I guess that
means he�s not supportive about this,� he whispered.
Shikamaru looked at the floor to
his side, chest clenching uncomfortably as he replied, �No,
he isn�t.�� The threat and angry glares
had told him all he really needed to know.�
Naruto could act all he wanted, but the Nara knew his friend better than
that.� What Naruto really wanted to do
was tell Shikamaru to leave and never come back.
After another long moment of thick
silence, Minato turned to the younger man.�
�Listen Shikamaru,� he said, voice strong and eyes filled with
determination, �I love my son, and I will not do anything willingly to make him
feel uncomfortable.� If Naruto truly does
love you, then we will never work out.�
Do you understand?�
The Nara�s eyes widened as he drew
his attention back to the blonde, a dark feeling starting to spread throughout
his chest even as he tried to suppress it.�
Those beautiful blue orbs were filled with an emotion he�d seen in his
father�s gaze several times; the protecting parent mode.� They were much darker than he had ever seen
before and no longer flashed with little emotions he could read.
Minato Namikaze was breaking it
off.
Shikamaru took a deep breath and
nodded, eyes looking away again as the gaze he was being given only intensified
the darkness within his heart.
Without another word, not even
wanting a �good-bye kiss,� Shikamaru headed for the door, grabbing his keys
from a small bowl on the table by the coat rack.� As he grabbed the golden colored knob, he turned
to find Minato had followed him, that same look on his face.
Swallowing the lump in his throat,
he whispered, �Thanks for giving me a chance.��
Skipping the proper farewell, the Nara opened the door and walked out
into the night, shutting the wood behind him and sighing heavily.� The sound of the lock clicking behind him
echoed loudly inside his head and somehow he felt that not only were the two
men inside now beyond his reach, but it seemed his heart had been locked away
from him as well.

//Under your spell again/I can�t say no to you/crave my
heart and its bleeding in your hand/I can�t say no to you//

Shikamaru was unusually focused as
he drove home, but he knew he had to be.�
If he thought back at all to what just transpired, he was sure he�d do
something stupid, whether on accident� or on purpose.
The driveway at his house was
empty; his father was probably out with his pals that night, figuring his son
might bring his date home.
As soon as he turned off the
ignition, a strong wave of pain clutched his heart and he leaned forward to
rest his forehead against the steering wheel.�
He breathed deeply for a few long moments, trying his best to hold the
coldness at bay.� Shikamaru didn�t want
to feel it, didn�t want to fall into that pit of darkness.
Not that he wasn�t a stranger to
it; when his mother died, he and his father had floated within that nothingness
for a long while afterword.� Until, that
is, Minato had come to them and offered them comfort and an empathetic shoulder
to cry on.
�Fuck,� Shikamaru whispered,
leaning back against the seat and gazing out the window as his eyes started
filling with tears.
The sun had set a while back, but
he could still see the heavy clouds covering the sky, flashing here and there
with lightning within them and rumbling a low warning around him.� However, no rain fell from the sky, even as
water slowly trailed down his face.�
Shikamaru wanted so badly for the clouds to open up and weep with him,
for not only had he lost the man he loved but also one of the closest friends
he�d ever had.
The darkness swirled within his
chest and spread quickly, giving the Nara second thoughts about it all, making
him regret things that could never be changed.�
He began mourning his double loss, even if the sky chose not to join him.

//Shouldn�t have let you torture me so sweetly/now I can�t
let go of this dream/I can�t breathe but I feel//

Shikaku was only slightly surprised
to see his son�s car in the driveway as he pulled in.� It was nearing one in the morning, the older
Nara hoping he wouldn�t walk in on anything� too private.
He quickly entered the house and,
seeing and hearing nothing, went straight for the small liquor cabinet.� Shikaku had been out with a few of his
buddies, celebrating the relationships of their children. �He�d drank lightly while at the bar, deciding
he wanted to be home for his son, whether or not he brought his date home for
the night or if he went over to Namikaze�s place.
The Nara felt he could finally
celebrate for real.
One of his dark eyebrows rose quizzically
at noticing the bottle of sak� he�d just bought was
not where he�d put it.� He looked to see
if maybe it got shuffled around, but couldn�t find it anywhere.� Shikaku then figured that maybe the couple
had taken it, although he thought his son had learned his lesson with drinking
heavily.
He lightly laughed at the memory of
his son telling him about Naruto�s birthday party.� It was because of that incident that he was
having a date now and, the older Nara hoped, building the perfect relationship with
someone wonderful.
Shikaku was not gay; never had
been.� However, he had grown up with
Minato Namikaze and knew that he was a great person and great looking.� The Nara always thought someone would have to
be blind to miss that� and deaf�.�
Actually, the more he thought about it, the more he decided that one
would have to be in a comatose state
to miss how much of a fantastic human being Minato was.
Shikaku knew he was perfect for his
son.

//Good enough/I feel good enough for you//

Pushing those thoughts aside,
Shikaku went upstairs, hoping to be able to retain the missing sak� and drink some himself.� He carefully listened at the door to his
son�s room, but didn�t hear anything, not even voices.
�Maybe they�re already asleep,� he thought before lightly knocking
on the door.� �Shikamaru?� he whispered,
to which he gained no response.� Slowly
turning the knob, Shikaku pushed the door open a crack to peek inside.
He was surprised to find the lights
on and the room was deserted.� The Nara
opened the door the entire way and noticed his sak�
bottle sitting on his son�s nightstand, about a quarter of the contents gone,
sitting next to a small shot glass.� An
eyebrow rose in curiosity as a cool breeze brushed passed him.� Shikaku turned to look at the sliding door
leading to the balcony and immediately found his son standing there, leaning
heavily on the rail, a half smoked cigarette in his hand.
Shikaku�s eyes widened.� It was a rare thing indeed to see Shikamaru
smoking; he only took up the habit when something was bothering him deeply.
The older Nara quickly strode onto
the balcony, standing beside his son.�
�Shikamaru?� he asked quietly as he took a drag.� �What happened?�
Shikamaru shrugged, casually
blowing the smoke into the slight breeze.�
His face was covered with tearstains and conveyed sorrow and hurt, while
his eyes were dark and almost seemed� empty to Shikaku as they gazed out over
the forest covered in darkness.
�Wha�
makes you think �nything happened?� Shikamaru countered, a slight slur in his voice.
�Don�t try to side step me,� the
older Nara replied.� �I�m your father and
I know better than anybody that you only smoke when you�re depressed.�� He saw how his son�s eyes began filling with
tears, but got blinked back as he took another inhale of smoke.� �Now please tell me what happened,
Shikamaru,� he gently pleaded, placing his hand on the younger man�s shoulder.
Shikamaru exhaled sharply, rubbing
his head with his free hand a moment before flicking the cigarette free of
ashes.� �Well,� he started, switching
hands with the stick of tobacco, �in all honesty� the date was going very
well.�� He was working very hard to keep
the slur from his words, almost annunciating every letter.� �We were just getting to the best part, too,
dad.� I was finally going to have
fantastic sex with the sexiest man alive!�
And then�� Shikamaru paused to
take a slow drag, eyes drifting to his hands as he finished, �Naruto showed
up.�
Shikaku sighed heavily, knowing
exactly where this was headed.� �I�m
guessing he didn�t like the idea of you dating his father.�
His son shook his head, standing a
little straighter.� �No, he cert�nly did not.� In fact, Nar�to tol� me that� he�s in love with me.�� He took another drag.
The older Nara gave the other a
curious look.� �He told you that?�
Shikamaru nodded.� �He also threa�ned that if I hurt Minato he would make me pay for
it.�
�I�m sure Minato had some words
about that.�
The younger man shook his
head.� �I didn�
tell him that, dad.� I never got the
chance,� he whispered, taking a final drag and throwing the butt into a
sand-filled bucket beside him.
�What does that mean?�
Shikamaru sighed.� �I told Minato what Nar�to
told me and� he told me that we wouldn�t work out.� His son loves him and he loves his son.� There�s no room for �nybody
to be in the middle.�
�Shikamaru,� Shikaku said softly,
gently rubbing his son�s back, �I�m sure you can understand where they�re
coming from.� They�re just as close as we
are.� You know I�d do anything for you,
to protect you.� That�s all Minato is
doing; he feels he has to protect his son from being hurt.�
The younger man snorted.� �Nar�to�s already
hurt,� he mumbled, �he was when I told him that I loved Minato.�� He ran a hand over his face before finally
facing his parent.� �I just don� get it,
dad.� I mean, why didn�
Minato talk to Nar�to first or tell me that he�d try
to work something out?� Why�d he� jus�
break it off?�� Tears filled desperate
dark eyes as they looked at their father.
The older Nara sighed.� �I�m sorry, Shikamaru.� We can�t change choices people make and we
can�t decide for them.� Minato did what
he felt was best, for him and
Naruto.�
Shikamaru breathed heavily a
moment, reading his father�s expression with his drunken gaze.� Small drops of moisture started falling down
stained cheeks when he spoke, voice thick, ��but, I love him, dad.� How will I live without him?�
Shikaku quickly wrapped his arms
around his son as he cried, holding him close and trying to comfort him with
soft sounds and gentle strokes across his back.�
He didn�t have an answer; he never would.� It was one of those questions that every
person needed to find out on their own.�
He already had, when Yoshino passed away.� He too wondered how he would live without
her, finding the answer right in front of his face; Shikamaru.� In his son he found a piece of his wife was
still living and he had to be sure that didn�t die as he grew.
Shikaku did hope his son would find
the answer he was looking for soon; the journey to find it was not a pleasant
one.

//Drink up sweet decadence/I can�t say no to you/and I�ve
completely lost myself/and I don�t mind/I can�t say no to you//

Shikamaru jumped a bit at the
knocking on his bedroom door.� He glanced
at his clock and groaned; he�d only been asleep for a few hours.� It was one of the bigger problems he had with
these tiring slumps; they actually took away his sleep.� He�d spend all night tossing and turning,
finally falling into slumber sometime around six in the morning only to wake
up, or be woken, by ten or eleven the same morning.
Another louder knock made him
release a frustrated sigh before he sat up.�
�What?!� he almost shouted.
The door opened and his father
peeked inside.� He gazed at his son with
a very worried expression, which the younger man ignored.� Those looks from his father were growing to
be quite annoying.
�Shikamaru, you�ve got a visitor,�
Shikaku said, opening the door and letting another man into the room before
shutting it behind him.
The Nara looked up at the new
arrival with a bit of curiosity.� �Hey
Chouji,� he greeted to his smiling friend as he repositioned himself to sit on
the edge of the bed to let his pudgy friend sit beside him.� �What�re you doing here?�
The larger man shrugged a bit as he
sat.� �Just checking up on you, I
guess.� You haven�t been to classes all
week.�
Shikamaru sighed and looked at the
floor beneath his feet.� �Yeah, I�ve
just� been going through some stuff and needed a little time to myself.�
Chouji nodded, eyes looking at him
in a sympathetic way.� �I understand,
Shikamaru.� Having your heart broken will
do that.�
The Nara raised an eyebrow at the
other.� �How�d you know about that?� he asked, voice quiet and a little uncertain.� �I haven�t told anybody.�
The little smile on the Akimichi�s
face left a small warm spot on his friend�s heart.� �You�re dad called me,� he explained
simply.� �He told me everything.�
Shikamaru nodded and turned away
again, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair; damn father and his
mouth.� It wasn�t like he was hiding it
from people.� Shikamaru just wanted to
wait a little bit, let the pain ease off before he went to his other friends.
�Better him than Naruto, I guess,�
he mumbled.
Chouji sighed a little.� �Naruto�s been acting a little weird,
actually,� he noted.� �He hasn�t been
talking nearly as much and� I�ve noticed� that he flinches every time he hears
your name, Shikamaru.�
�That�s to be expected, I suppose,�
the Nara said softly.� �He probably feels
as bad as I do.�
Silence filled the room for several
moments, but it wasn�t uncomfortable.�
Shikamaru rarely had uneasy meetings with the slightly larger man.� He�d known Chouji practically since birth;
saw him more as a distant brother than friend.�
This was the only person the Nara had actually told, besides his father,
about his love for the Namikaze.
Chouji placed an arm around his
friend�s shoulders, a very comforting smile on his lips.� �Look, Shikamaru, I just came over to let you
know that I�m here for you and if you need anything, I�m just a phone call
away, all right?�
Shikamaru was a little shocked at
the tears suddenly in his eyes.� He bit
his bottom lip and nodded, accepting the hug that was then being given to him
by his friend.� It just felt so good to
know he still had a close friend.�
Although, it could have been that he was just so damn tired that his
body couldn�t take it anymore.� It had
been almost a full week since he�d slept right, since his heart had been
broken.
The Akimichi patted his back gently
as they separated.� �I should probably
go.� Your dad did say something about you
not being able to sleep well.�
Shikamaru snorted.� �If I can sleep at all.�
Chouji tilted his head a
little.� �What do you mean?�
The Nara rubbed his face within his
hands.� �Bad dreams, good dreams,
regrets�.� Anything having to do with a
certain blonde and it all chases away sleep.�
�You should try some sleeping
pills,� his friend replied, giving him a worried look.
�And I could quickly grow dependant
on them like this, Chouji� or end up doing something really stupid with them.�
The Akimichi blinked a moment
before his eyes widened with realization.�
�Shikamaru�.�
�Don�t worry,� Shikamaru tried to
reassure the other, �I don�t want to really, but like I said, I don�t want to
be tempted into trying it either.�� A
large yawn stretched his jaw and made a tremble of exhaustion ripple through
his body.� �But maybe I�m finally tired
enough now.�
Chouji chuckled and stood, letting
the Nara lie down on his bed and even tucking him in, causing his friend to
blush.� �Get some sleep, Shikamaru,� the
larger man whispered. ��Don�t forget to
call me if you need anything.�
�Got it, man,� Shikamaru mumbled
back, body quickly settling in for slumber.�
�Thanks for stoppin� by.�
�No problem.�� They were the last words he heard before
darkness overcame him, his soul begging to not be shown the �what ifs� and many
different possibilities that weren�t worth the effort to think on.

//Shouldn�t have let you/conquer me completely/now I can�t
let go of this dream/can�t believe that I feel//Good enough/I feel good enough/its been such a long time coming,/but I feel good//

Shikamaru inhaled the smoke from
his cigarette slowly, letting the nicotine leave a slight light headedness
within his mind.� He leaned heavily on
the railing of his balcony, watching the grey sky over the forest as it once
again threatened to storm but failing to deliver.�� Personally, he really would not have minded
a good thunderstorm, then he wouldn�t be forced out of the house by his friends
for no reason, other than he �needed to get out and do something.�
The Nara wasn�t sure exactly what it
was his friends, mainly Chouji and Ino, wanted.� He�d started going back to his classes after
a week of lying around in bed, and was even sticking around to have a meal or
two with the people who he knew cared for him.�
After all, there was a perfectly logical reason why he didn�t want to go
out much.
That point had been proven that
very day.
Shikamaru took another drag,
watching lazily as the smoke blew away on the slight wind swirling around
him.� He wished he could do that, just
float along on an unseen current with the other dead souls of the world.� Yet, he knew he�d go crazy after too long.
�Hey man,� Chouji softly greeted,
joining his friend on the balcony outside his room.� �Look, Ino and I are sorry for what happened
this afternoon.� We didn�t notice him
until right after you walked out.�
Shikamaru shook his head.� �Don�t worry about it, Chouji.� It wasn�t your fault.� I just thought�.�� He sighed heavily, taking another drag and closing
his eyes at the familiar jolt of pain that shot through his chest.� A sad chuckle left him, making the larger man
look at him curiously.� �Wouldn�t you
think that after three weeks the pain would be� less, ya know, not all consuming.�
The Akimichi shifted his feet.� �That�s what someone would hope, I�m sure.�
�I didn�t even talk to him, Chouji,�
the smoker continued in a quiet tone, �not even eye contact.� I simply saw
him� sitting there with his son� and I just felt� like my heart was being torn
from my chest�.�� He shook his head,
taking another deep breath to quell the tears that were threateningly stinging
his eyes.� The memory was still so clear,
seeing that bright blonde hair at a table close to them, brilliantly blue eyes
sparkling with laughter, smile so perfect as he talked
with his son.
�It�s understandable, Shikamaru,�
Chouji reassured, placing a hand on his shoulder.� �I would have done the same in your
situation.�
The Nara scowled, once again
looking at the forest before him.� �It�s
not just that.� I�.�� He took a final drag and threw the butt into
the bucket, vaguely noticing it to be almost full before continuing.� �You know, Chouji, I go to bed every night
thinking that the pain I feel� will be just a little bit better in the
morning.� That�s how it was� after mom
died, but this is different.� I wake up
and feel the same, if not worse, from the night before.� The thoughts are consumed by him, Chouji� and
I don�t know how to stop it.�
The Akimichi rubbed his friend�s
back, trying to ease him.� �Give it more
time, Shikamaru.� I know you can get
through this.�
Shikamaru nodded, silently grateful
for the man beside him.� �I guess I just
hoped� that I�d made some kind of impression on him, ya know?� That maybe he�d see that� I was worthy of
him.�
His slightly larger friend gently
wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly to his chest.� �You are worthy of anybody, Shikamaru.� If he truly
doesn�t want you, then it�s his loss,
not yours.�
The Nara could feel the tears come
but did nothing to stop them.� �Then why,�
he whispered against Chouji�s shoulder, �do I feel like the one who lost?�
Chouji held him tighter, offering
no answer to his question, only comfort at the darkening of his attitude and
constant flow of tears.
Shikamaru could not have been more
grateful for his friend then right at that moment.

//And I�m still waiting for the rain to fall/pour real life
down on me/�cause I can�t hold on to anything this good/enough/am I good
enough/for you to love me too?//

A knock on his door made Shikamaru look
up from the game of shougi he�d been playing with the Akimichi.� He�d been having a pretty good day, his
friend had even made him laugh a real laugh earlier on; the darkness seemed to
have been finally easing off on him after almost a full month.� His pleasingly plump friend was right, the
Nara finally realized.� More time and no
more run-ins with the blonde seemed to be working.
Shikaku opened the door to his son�s
room, giving both of the young men inside a somewhat troubled look.� �Shikamaru� there�s somebody here to see you.�
The younger Nara leaned back,
trying to look around his father, wondering who it could be to make his father
seem upset.� �Who is it?�
�He said it was very important,�
his father replied, stepping aside to let the person inside the room.
Shikamaru�s eyes widened, the
darkness that had been slowly leaking away flooded his heart with a crushing
rush, making him flinch and look away.�
Tears wanted to burst free of his eyes, but he wouldn�t let them; he�d
at least gained control of them of the past few weeks.� His dark eyes focused on the sliding glass
door, noticing the still gloomy weather.
His voice was quiet when he
spoke.� �What do you want� Naruto?� he asked as heavy raindrops started falling from
the sky.

//So take care what you ask of me/�cause I can�t say no//

Song: �Good Enough�-Evanescence
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