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Gentle-Fist Massage: The Series	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gentle-Fist
Massage V: Life of Shinobi
Part 2: �Surreal
Reality�

Shikamaru gazed at the headband in his
lap.� That�s all he�d been doing for the
past few days; sitting in his old room at his parents� house, staring at the discarded
piece of ninja equipment that had belonged to the man he had loved so much.
He had fainted in the morgue.� When he woke up, he found himself being
forced to stay with his parents.� They
had been kind enough not to bother him about the tragedy much, but Shikamaru
had already grown tired of their sad expressions and soft words.� He never did like pity, and he was pretty
sure that�s what he was receiving.
The Nara�s thoughts revolved around his
lover, the usual onslaught of doubts and �what ifs� coming to his mind.� He would wonder about each notion carefully
and slowly, knowing that it ultimately was pointless in doing so.� He found himself not caring.
A soft knock on his door brought his
dark eyes to the entrance of his old bedroom.�
His father peeked inside, orbs sad.
Shikamaru wanted to punch him for it.
�It�s time, Shikamaru,� the older man
whispered.
Suppressing the glare he wanted so badly
to expose, Shikamaru nodded and stood from the bed, gently tucking the precious
headband within a pocket on his dark clothes.
He left the house with his parents,
making their way to the cemetery for Neji�s funeral.� They stopped at the Yamanaka Flower Shop on
the way, Ino running out and wrapping her arms around her teammate�s neck
tightly, blubbering out a mournful apology between sobs.
Shikamaru numbly returned the embrace
for a moment before releasing the blonde.
Chouji walked out holding a bunch of
roses, handing them to his friend.� �For
the grave,� he softly stated.
The Nara nodded and continued on the path.� It felt like a dream, and he prayed he would
wake up from it at any moment.� The sun
shining down on them wasn�t as warm as it should have been, the light wind
fluttering the nearby leaves didn�t seem to graze his skin, and time appeared
to have lost its hold on him.� One moment
melted into another, and before he knew it, they had arrived at the final
resting place for the fallen heroes of the village.
It looked like the entire Hyuga clan had
come; Hinata sobbing heavily, her boyfriend Kiba
holding her.� Team Gai
was already standing at the grave, and Shikamaru knew he had to accompany
them.� Slowly walking up to the three, he
was immediately caught in a big bear hug from a crying Gai.� There were no grand speeches about youth
spouting from his lips on this day.� Even
Lee was uncharacteristically subdued, dark, watery eyes looking sorrowfully at
the stone protruding from the ground.� Tenten stood with her back straight, tears falling from her
eyes and bottom lip quivering.
When he was released, Shikamaru�s dark
orbs caught the sight of the tombstone, sitting in the perfectly green grass,
the smooth face shining in the sunlight.�
Once more time escaped him, and the Nara then noticed people walking up
to the grave, placing flowers onto it and saying a small prayer.
Shikamaru let his lover�s team go ahead
of him.� Lee broke down into heavy sobs
and his girlfriend Sakura held him close when he walked back into the
crowd.� Tenten
was strong, placing her yellow rose down and bowing her head for a moment.� She didn�t start crying until she reached her
girlfriend Temari.� Gai
blubbered the entire time and the Nara was slightly shocked as both Kakashi and
Iruka came up to comfort him.
The shadow wielder was last.� It was as if the world had suddenly shut down
around him; all he could hear was his soft steps in the grass as he neared the
block of marble, his eyes focused on the light reflecting off it as he
moved.� All presences around him faded
away as he kneeled before it.
�Neji Hyuga�
There it was; his name etched in
stone.� Permanent,
forever.� It could not be taken
back.
Shikamaru laid the roses at the base of
the tombstone, his dark orbs not able to leave the writing upon it.� One hand came up to carefully glide across
the smooth surface, running his fingers along the indented letters as if he was
writing the name himself.� He didn�t know
how long he was there, staring at his lover�s name, but when he turned at the
warm touch on his shoulder, he noticed many of the people had left.
Chouji looked at his friend with some
concern.
Shikamaru looked away, gazing at the
marble once more, before standing and turning.�
Shoving his hands into his pockets, the Nara walked back to the road,
wanting to leave the cemetery and not ever return.
�Where are you going, Shikamaru?� his
father asked, catching up to his son.
The younger man shrugged, eyes not
leaving the path before him.� �Home.�
Shikaku sighed.� �Shikamaru, I really think you should stay
with your mother and me.�
At this he stopped, finally turning his gaze
to his parent, eyes dark and empty.� �I
really would like to be alone,� he stated casually, as if noting the
weather.� Not even waiting for a
response, Shikamaru continued on his way, barely feeling the worried stare
focused on his back.
Time vanished again, and the Nara found
himself back in the house he shared with his lover.� Unpacked boxes were still strewn about every
room, most of them unmarked as the two had mostly memorized what was contained
in them.� The master bedroom was just as
he�d left it; his half of the bed unmade, the broken frame still sitting on the
desk, and the towel lying forgotten on the bathroom floor.
Shikamaru walked up to the bed and
looked down at it for a long while.� It
seemed so� big to him now.� He wasn�t sure how he could sleep in such a
large bed alone.� It was a frightening
thought to him, and he didn�t like to be afraid.� The shadow wielder removed the headband from
the pocket he�d secured it in and gently tossed it onto his lover�s side of the
bed.� He removed his shirt and crawled
under the cold sheets.
He shivered a moment, his eyes glued to
the headband, one of the only things he had of the tall, beautiful, smart Neji
he loved.
Shikamaru buried his face into the
pillow.� He didn�t want to think about
it, didn�t want to acknowledge that he�d never see his loved one ever
again.� It was too much, too big; he
couldn�t handle it.� The fact was too
shattering to him; having already had his heart broken once, Shikamaru was
terrified of what would happen if he accepted the truth about Neji, of course
he wouldn�t tell anybody as much.� He had
no desire to linger in that never-ending darkness again; once was quite enough.
He sighed heavily, trying to block out
his mind and the trail it was thinking.�
�Sleep,� he decided.� �Sleep
is all I need.� Things will look better
when I wake up.�� He didn�t entertain
the small fact that floated in his mind that he�d been telling himself that
ever since he�d woken up at his parents� house.�
It hadn�t worked so far.
Curling up into a tight ball and
snuggling into the soft pillow, Shikamaru was able to fall into a dreamless
sleep.
For a while,
anyway.
He was jolted awake by a sharp poke to
his arm.� The shadow wielder sat up
quickly and glared at the young man standing beside the bed.� His skin was unnaturally pale, hair short and
dark matching his eyes, and he noticed the other carrying a duffle bag over his
shoulder.
Shikamaru�s scowl deepened.� �Don�t you know it�s illegal to break into
someone else�s house, Sai?�
The ex-Anbu member blinked.� �I did knock on your front door for several
minutes,� he replied smoothly, one of his odd not-too-fake, not-too-real smiles
coming to his lips.� �I was told that if
you did not answer to come inside and make sure you were all right.�
The Nara snorted; �is he worried that I might try something stupid again?�� What are you doing here?�
Sai reached into his back pouch and
retrieved a scroll, handing it to the man still under the sheets.� �I�ve been assigned a mission as your body
guard.�
��apparently
so,� Shikamaru concluded, taking the scroll from a pale hand, already not
liking the arrangement.
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