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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 3: �Getting
Along�

Sai wasn�t the one concerned; everyone
else was.� The scroll had been from
Tsunade, ordering Shikamaru to take the next three weeks off and not to leave
the house without the ex-Anbu with him.�
She �advised� that he not drink heavily and mentioned that she had told
his �escort� to watch him when handling sharp objects.
The Hokage then explained that it was
necessary he have someone around him during �his difficult time,� seeing as
Shikamaru�s track record �proved he couldn�t handle this kind of anguish.�
Shikamaru had thrown the scroll across
the room.� �That was a completely different situation!� his mind screamed,
feeling quite insulted.� He had glared at
the pale skinned ninja for a long time, eventually sighing in defeat when he
realized the other wasn�t going away.� He
muttered about there being food in the fridge and that he could sleep on the
couch, since the spare bedroom hadn�t been put together yet.
Sai had been kind, throwing out his
awkward smiles and settling in for a long stay, apparently.� The scroll hadn�t mentioned how long he�d be
staying with the Nara.
A few days passed, and Shikamaru hadn�t
moved very far from his bed.� He would
wake up enough to take a shower, but immediately afterwards would snuggle back
under the covers.� Eating was too much of
a bother; the kitchen was downstairs and he couldn�t cook anyway.� Sai had tried taking him food, but the Nara
just turned his nose up to it; he wasn�t very hungry to begin with.
�Did you know that sleeping too much is
a sign of depression?� the ex-Anbu noted one day, sitting at the desk with a
few piles of books placed on its surface.
Shikamaru lifted his head to glare at
the irritation disturbing his rest.
Sai gazed back at him, lips curled
upward.� �That�s what it says in this
book I�m reading,� he explained, holding up a newer looking novel with a cream
cover.� �It�s actually quite fascinating,
this feeling called �depression.�� From
what I understand, this isn�t the first time you�ve felt it, correct?�
The shadow wielder groaned, turning over
to give the other ninja his back.� �If
you keep disturbing me, I�ll put a depression
in your skull.�
�But that would require you to remove
yourself from the bed, lazy ass.�
Shikamaru was going to kill him.� It was that simple.� Maybe if he slit the other ninja�s throat
that would prove to everyone else that he didn�t need looking after.� All he needed was a sharp object� oh right.� Sai had hidden anything sharp inside the
house.� Fuck.� Well, strangulation would just have to do, he
supposed.
The bed shifted as extra weight was
placed behind him.� He turned his head to
see Sai sitting there, gazing at him with a small smile.
�No matter how much you sleep,� the pale
ninja said, �Neji will not appear next to you when you wake up.�
If looks could kill, Sai would have
turned to ashes on the spot.� How dare him!� That was not the reason Shikamaru was lying
around in bed; he was just tired!� Of
course he didn�t hope and pray that when his eyes opened he would find his love
lying peacefully next to him.� He just�
aw, fuck it.
�Go away,� the Nara spat, kicking the
ex-Anbu from his bed.
Sai tumbled to the floor, but in a
graceful way, like he was expecting to be pushed off.� He calmly stood, dark eyes looking down at
the broken ninja on the bed.� His face
was now as expressionless as ever, causing a tremor to run down the shadow
wielder�s spine.� �I can�t go away,� he
stated evenly.� �I will not leave until
you are over this loss; according to the mission I was given.�
A low growl rumbled deep within his throat;
that�s why there hadn�t been a date to when the other was leaving on the
scroll.� There was nothing definite about
this situation.� He slowly sat up,
meeting the artist�s gaze.� �I see you�re
still an emotionless bastard.�
The smile that crossed the other�s face
appeared to be amused.� �I am still
learning, Shikamaru.� There are far too
many emotions and it�s difficult to follow up on them.� Yours is something new, though.� I haven�t dealt with depression before.�
The Nara sighed heavily, placing his
face into his hands.� This ninja was
going to drive him to insanity, he just knew it.� �What do you want from me?� he asked.
A loud growl filled the room and Shikamaru�s
cheeks darkened, covering his stomach with a hand as Sai�s smile grew.� �Let�s get you something to eat,� he
suggested, gently grabbing one of the shadow wielder�s wrists and pulling him
from the bed.
Shikamaru opened his lips, but anything
that was going to be said quickly faded.�
For a fleeting moment, he saw long, dark hair flowing beautifully down a
strong back, the grip familiar and loving in its tightness.
�Neji�.�
He swallowed the lump in his throat and
allowed himself to be pulled down the stairs and into the kitchen.� Sitting at the table, he permitted Sai to go
about making some kind of meal, the Nara not really knowing nor caring what
time it was.
The ex-Anbu quickly made up something
that had chicken, but once again Shikamaru didn�t really care what it was.� As he started eating, the front door opened
and he looked to see his mother walking through the living room.� She was carrying a few bags and placed them
on the counter, immediately sitting beside her son once her hands were free.
�How are you doing, Shikamaru?� she
softly asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged.� �Fine I guess,� he replied, taking another
bite of his food.
Yoshino looked him over carefully, with
a mother�s scrutinizing eye.� Shikamaru should
have known he was in for it the moment she walked through the door.� �You look a little pale.� Have you lost weight?!�� Her wide orbs looked at his bare torso, where
his ribs were just barely starting to protrude through his flesh.� �When did you last eat?!� she demanded.
�He hasn�t eaten anything since the
funeral,� Sai supplied, grinning at the shadow wielder�s glare.
�What?!� Shikamaru, is that true?!�
Shikamaru sighed, putting down his chop
sticks.� �I haven�t been really hungry
lately, all right?� Not that big of a
deal, mom.�
�The hell it�s not!�� Her fiery eyes shot to the ex-Anbu
ninja.� �You�d better start doing your
job, Sai!� We didn�t send you here to sit
around and watch our only child slowly kill himself!�
Sai didn�t even flinch at the tone in
her voice.� �I was observing his
behavior, ma�am.� I wouldn�t have let him
go passed today without eating anything.�
�Observing his behavior?� What for?�
�To see how at risk he is for suicide
attempts.�
Shikamaru flinched at the words, his
mother�s eyes looking him over with a sadness gleaming in them.
�I wouldn�t worry, though,� the artist
continued, �I doubt he has the energy to do such a thing.� This is the first time he�s been out of bed
since the funeral as well.�
�Shut up, Sai!� Shikamaru groaned.
Yoshino�s shocked orbs darted from Sai�s
smiling face to her son�s glaring one.� �Shikamaru!�� She
started a whole tirade of health problems that are associated with lying in bed
for extended periods of time, even insisting on checking him for bed sores.
�Mom!� Back off!� the Nara male shouted as his
mother tried to look over his body.
Yoshino stood straight, placing her
hands on her hips, glaring at Shikamaru.�
�I will not, Shikamaru!� What do
you expect me to do, stand around and do nothing?!� You are the only son I�ve got; I don�t want
to lose you.�
His scowl softened when his mother
wrapped her arms around him.
�I love you, Shikamaru,� she whispered.
He sighed.� �I love you, too.�
Yoshino released him and stood, walking
up to the bags she�d deposited on the counter.�
�I got you some food,� she said, pulling out several items from the
bags.� �Most of it isn�t as nutritious as
I�d like it to be, but I don�t want you to try actually cooking anything,
understood?� I don�t want to have to deal
with a fire out here; things are so dry in the forest.�
The counter quickly filled up with
instant ramen cups and chips and bread and sliced meat for sandwiches.� Nothing that would actually have to be
cooked, insuring that the Nara wouldn�t go anywhere near the stove.
�I can cook, mostly,� Sai stated, helping Yoshino put the items away.
�Mostly?� she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smiled.� �Yes, well the easier stuff, anyway.� At least I know how to use the oven!�
Shikamaru decided to ignore the last
comment and instead sipped on his tea to be sure he didn�t make a crude remark.
His mother chuckled.� �I wouldn�t ask you to cook for my son.� We hired you to watch him, not be his nanny.�
The younger Nara shook his head.� He couldn�t really get why his parents hired
someone to look after him.� It would have
made much more sense if one of them had simply camped out with him, but he
figured Tsunade had something to do with that.�
From the looks of it, the Hokage had chosen the ninja watching over him
not Shikaku and Yoshino.� Of course, had
they been able to put in a say, Shikamaru decided that his folks probably would
have chosen someone like Chouji or Naruto, perhaps even Asuma.� They certainly wouldn�t have even considered
the ninja who got the job.� �Tsunade must have her reasons,� he
concluded, finishing off his tea.
�Well, I�ve got to go now,� Yoshino
announced, standing beside her son.� �Your
father will be home soon, would you like me to send him over for a visit?�
Shikamaru almost snorted.� �Geez, mom, it�s not like I�m in prison.� You guys can come over any time.�
She glared at him.� �I�m not sure I care for your tone, young
man!� Just because you aren�t living in
the same building doesn�t mean that you�re allowed to lose your manners!� I also expect you to be on your best behavior
for Sai; this can�t be an easy job for him.��
She kissed her son on the cheek and walked to the door, shouting a good
bye before exiting.
�I like your mother,� the artist said,
taking the seat she had been occupying.� �She
seems like a very nice woman.�
Shikamaru scowled.� �Whatever, Sai,� he mumbled, getting up to
retrieve the packed-up shougi board for when his
father arrived.� �This is going to be a long three weeks�.�
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