Shattered Glass | By : RotSeele Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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VII.
Kurenai actually looked like a woman. Asuma had to fight back his urge to look up toward Kurenai despite the gestures Ino and Shikamaru were making at him and the punishment they received from their fathers. Dressed in a traditional wedding kimono, Kurenai stepped lightly toward the altar, eyes downcast, even as she knelt beside her husband to be.
“You look depressed,” Asuma whispered to his wife, Kurenai slanting him a glance.
“My legs don't seem to want to close right, Asuma.”
Asuma smiled as they went through the motions of the wedding. Last night had involved too much alcohol and a very comfortable bed. In the month they had been preparing for the wedding, Asuma and Kurenai hadn’t been as active as Kankurou and Shikamaru, or any other couple for that matter. Last night had been wonderful.
“In a few hours, you won’t care about that.”
“No missions, no disturbances for two whole weeks. It would suck if I didn’t love you.”
“And if you didn't love me, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?” Asuma replied, grinning.
“Mm, no. I think we'd still be sneaking around with the other jounin whispering behind our backs.” Kurenai replied with a smile as they stepped away from the altar, and moved out of the temple onto the cherry-blossom covered grounds. Asuma only grinned at the woman he loved and Kurenai only smirked back. Two weeks to relax and roll around and be as loud as they could possibly be without having to worry about alerting any nearby ninja to their location or activity.
Nobody missed them at the reception, as most of Konoha figured Kurenai would drag Asuma off somewhere for the night.
Kankurou stayed close to Shikamaru considering Temari was on the prowl, but she was occupied by TenTen, the Chinese girl giving her many stories of love to brighten the poor kunoichi’s spirits But Kankurou had been drawn away by a drinking contest between Kakashi and Shino, leaving Shikamaru in Ino’s care. Ino soon handed him over to Chisuru and the medical nin had brought him home. Shikamaru had thrown up and gone to bed. Kankurou had joined him about two the next morning.
Shikamaru sat with Ino in her flower shop again, arranging blooms with her because he’d had nothing better to do. He’d thrown up again that morning, so Chisuru had told him to relax today and not do anything strenuous, had taken a blood sample, and promised to inform the Godaime he was resting under her express orders.
Shikamaru figured he’d eaten something funny for breakfast and just decided to go along with what he was told. No work, more sleep. And Ino would let him sleep and mope. Kankurou had left early that morning with the rest of the Suna ninja, in charge as acting Kazekage until Gaara returned, since Tsunade had asked Gaara to stay a little longer to fine-tune the treaty. And then it could be months before they could see each other again. It really wasn’t that bad, Shikamaru trusted Kankurou and he wasn’t going to screw anyone else besides the puppeteer.
“So Lee finally gets up the nerve to ask Sakura to dance and – Shikamaru. Are you listening?”
Shikamaru looked up at Ino and the blonde kunoichi sighed.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Well, it wasn’t like he asked her to marry him or anything.” Ino said in a huff, smiling at her teammate. Shikamaru smiled back and stuck another rose in a vase full of baby’s breath and carnations.
“Well, he’ll ask her soon, right?” Shikamaru asked to appease the blonde kunoichi and to have a chance to stop moving. Nausea was washing over him again, and he wanted a clear run for the bathroom if he had to puke.
“Maybe. I mean, yeah we can get married now, but it’s the babies. Sakura’s still doing chakra-heavy training and she’s learning to be a journey-maid, so she can’t be having babies now.” Ino was saying. “Normally, she’d be pregnant with her second or third kid now and… Shikamaru?”
Ino watched her friend flee the room, rushing for the bathroom. Ino followed, and winced at the sounds of someone getting sick. Ino frowned and knocked on the door just as Shikamaru flushed the toilet.
“You okay?” she asked, leaning on the doorframe.
“Yeah. I think it’s a virus or something. I’ve been throwing up all morning.” Shikamaru replied between washing out his mouth. Ino tilted her head.
“All morning?”
“Well, last night too, but Chisuru just took some blood and told me to rest.”
“Did Chisuru tell you the results of the blood test?”
“Said it was a hormonal imbalance,” Shikamaru whispered as he lurched over the toilet again. Ino blinked and grew pale.
“If you’re gonna puke, do it. We have to go see Sakura.”
“Why?”
“Sakura can see that test Chisuru brought to the hospital.”
Shikamaru nodded, and when he had finished up chucking his digestive tract, he and Ino closed the floral shop and started walking toward the hospital. The walk seemed to do Shikamaru good, the nausea fading away. Ino held his hand the entire walk, moving into the hospital and to the desk. Shikamaru was let go of as she conferred with the front desk on the whereabouts of her pink-haired friend. In the end, Sakura was paged and Ino and Shikamaru walked the halls they could until Sakura found them in the stairwell.
“What’s up?” Sakura asked, eyeing her two friends.
“Did Chisuru enter a blood test in here?” Ino asked, the trio moving down three flights of stairs to the laboratory on the basement floor of the building.
“Well, I don’t know. I’ll check. I haven’t seen Chisuru since the wedding.” Sakura replied as she pushed open the double doors leading into the lab. Ino and Shikamaru followed her, and Sakura stopped by the centrifuge that held that day’s blood tests. She searched each little vial, even checked twice, but there was nothing labeled for Shikamaru, or even unlabeled. Sakura moved over to the check-in list then, looking at the names of the medical nin on duty, and those who sighed in to use the equipment. No one named ‘Chisuru’ was on the list.
“Well, she obviously isn’t here,” Ino said when Sakura told them of her discovery.
“We’re the only facility for miles with the equipment she would need to use,” Sakura said, “I have to report this to Tsunade-san.”
“You do that. I’m gonna take Shikamaru home.”
“Well, before we do anything like that,” Shikamaru started, feeling sick again, “Why don’t we have Sakura find out what’s wrong with me.”
Sakura nodded and moved to get a syringe, just as the woman she was supposed to report to entered the lab, followed by a distressed-looking Shizune. The Godaime paused and looked around at the faces around her, reaching out to grab Sakura a moment later.
“Ino, Shikamaru, come with us, please.” Tsunade said, and the two chuunin shrugged, following their village leader from the lab.
“Have you seen Chisuru?” Tsunade asked, and looked discontent at the answers of ‘no’ she received.
“Why?” Ino asked, “What’s wrong?”
“There are no records of a Chisuru here at the hospital. No one else seems to know who she is. Only we do.”
“Impossible,” Shikamaru said. “I don’t think five people can hallucinate the same person.”
“Obviously, we did.” Shizune said. “We all had a very convincing hallucination as well.”
“But why did we imagine such a person?” Sakura asked, looking a little perturbed.
“Well, maybe it was something we ate.” Ino said, thinking of Shikamaru’s illness. Tsunade shrugged.
“We were all drinking at the wedding,” The Godaime said.
“But she was here at least a day before.” Shizune answered, looking at the woman she served. Tsunade looked pained.
“Then maybe it was something we ate, or something we inhaled.” Ino spoke softly. “There was some kind of perfume I smelled, and after Chisuru left, it was gone.”
“So, somehow, we all imagined the same woman, by way of hallucinogen or something else?” Shikamaru asked. “Five of us?”
“Maybe it was a dream. A really, really convincing dream.” Ino said, looking doubtful.
“It’s probable.” Shizune said after a moment of silence. Tsunade shook her head.
“Regardless, keep an eye out for her,” The Godaime said. “If you see her, alert me. I want to know what the hell is going on.”
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