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Out In The Cold	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: My muses gave me this after a very weird dream I had. =/ This one will probably be review based. Want more? Then review. It’s that simple.

Wintry Weather Situation

Shikamaru sighed, pulling the blanket closer to his body. The cold was starting to penetrate the thickness of the jeep’s frame and he knew he was going to have to turn the engine on again soon. He wasn’t sure how long the engine would hold out in this weather, but he hoped it would for a few more hours before the battery died or the lines froze.

‘Stupid fucking snow storm,’ he thought, dark eyes drifting to the back window of the tailgate, seeing nothing but a blinding whiteness.

The blizzard had hit earlier than it was predicted to. He had returned home earlier that day and learned of the oncoming storm only to realize that he hadn’t taken some empty barrels to a storage shed that was on his parent’s land. They looked after the local deer, and the barrels had been used to transport some grain they’d ordered. Unfortunately, they didn’t have room for them in the house and his mother absolutely hated the stench emanating from them. Shikamaru had promised to put them in the storage house in the forest earlier in the week and knew his mother would raise holy hell if she came home that day to find them still sitting in the overcrowded garage.

The Nara didn’t have a problem on the way down to the small building; there was merely a tiny flurry swirling from the clouded sky. It was on the trip back when things got very nasty.

In perfect weather, the drive was only a few minutes, but with snow already covering the ground from previous falls, trying to see the dirt road was impossible when the snow started falling heavier and the wind picked up. Driving the jeep in such conditions usually wasn’t so bad, but when he couldn’t tell if he was on the road and the wind constantly beating on the vehicle made what trip he had taken rough and long.

Shikamaru missed a hairpin turn and smacked into a snow pile, effectively pinning the jeep in place. He tried several times to free the tires, but eventually gave up. The Nara was officially stuck.

With the blizzard whipping relentlessly outside, making visibility impossible, and the temperature dropping quickly, Shikamaru decided it would be best to stake it out within the nicely sized SUV; his father would pick him up in the snowmobile when the storm passed.

Luckily, Shikamaru had put the back seat down to fit the barrels inside and had been too lazy to put it back up when the plastic tubs were out. He sat in the spacey back, with the blanket his father made him carry in the jeep for just such an emergency wrapped around his body. He had an almost full thermos of hot chocolate that he had bothered to bring with him for the short trip and a bag of a few groceries he had forgotten to take into the house. Shikamaru was fairly certain he’d make it out alive.

“How embarrassing,” he whispered, gazing at the two windows he had opened a crack, so as not to succumb to carbon monoxide poisoning. “Getting stuck in my own back yard. Naruto’s going to have a field day when he finds out.” Shikamaru sighed again and grabbed a book he had pressed between the driver’s seat and center console, opening it to the corner he had folded over and began to read, hoping he wouldn’t grow tired of it too soon. He had a feeling he was going to be there for a while.

It was after he had read a few pages when a loud knocking on a window made him jump and drop the book. His eyes gazed out at the bundled up person standing outside in the snow and he immediately recognized the soft white eyes looking intently at him.

Shikamaru jumped to action and opened the door to let the other man in. “Neji, what the hell are you doing?!” he shouted over the howl of the storm.

The Hyuga climbed into the back next to the confused other, slamming the door shut, and began taking off his snow covered outerwear and tossing them in the front seat. “Your parents were worried about you,” he explained when he removed the scarf around his face. “I was able to see you from the house so I came out here to keep you company for a while. Your dad said he come out to get us when the snow lifts a bit.” He took off his heavy coat, throwing it toward the windshield and then started to unzip his snow pants.

“You can see the jeep from the house?” Shikamaru asked, eyes looking in the direction the building was but only seeing the whiteness of the storm.

“Not anymore,” Neji replied, kicking the pants off with his boots and dropping them in front. “By the time I started heading over here, the snow completely blocked my vision. I had to use my Byakugan and look for your chakra to find you. Thankfully that isn’t hindered by weather.” He grabbed an edge of the blanket and pulled some of the cloth to cover his cold body, sitting close to the Nara.

Shikamaru scowled, opening the door had caused a lot of heat to escape the vehicle and the man beside him needed to get warmed up and fast. “I hope she’ll start,” he mumbled, leaning over the folded back seat and reached for the ignition, turning the key.

A small sigh of relief left him when the engine started right up, as if the jeep was telling him that she could handle this without breaking a sweat. He turned up the vents to the highest setting and the warmest possible, not concerned at the cold air shooting out at him. It would take a few minutes for the heaters to warm up.

Sitting back down, the Nara wrapped an arm around the older man’s shoulders and draped the blanket tightly around them, silently grateful it was a very large piece of cloth. “Why were you at my house, anyway?” he asked, not minding the arm that had moved to encircle his waist.

Neji chuckled. “Did you forget? Your parents asked Hinata and me, along with our fathers, over for dinner tonight. Something about building ‘family relations’ or some stupid thing.”

“That was tonight?” Shikamaru wondered, surprised he had completely forgotten the small get together his parents had set up. “Oh man, now mom’s really gonna chew me out.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the Hyuga stated a smile evident in his voice. “I’m sure she’ll understand that you didn’t want to risk getting caught out in the storm without some kind of shelter.”

The younger man hoped he was right. He had decided it would have been a very stupid move to leave the vehicle once he’d gotten stuck. With whiteout conditions, it would have been very easy for him to get lost in the snow and either wind up back in the woods, on the nearby highway, or freeze to death in the field, never finding the path back. The odds for him were better if he stayed put. With any luck, his mother would see things from his perspective.

“Did my dad say how long the storm is supposed to last?” Shikamaru questioned, finally feeling the heat push away the cold air around them.

Neji shrugged. “Never asked, but he seemed glad that I was willing to come out here and keep you company.”

The Nara sighed. “Yeah, well, that’s my dad for you.” ‘That moron’s probably thinking of marrying me off to him,’ he thought, lightly glaring out the window over the older man’s head. At twenty-five years old, Shikamaru knew his parents would start badgering him about getting married. To his surprise, it was his father who was pushing him to finding someone to wed. He hadn’t been expecting it; the Nara had a whole speech prepared for his mother, but she never brought it up. When his father started asking him questions and told him to find a bride (or groom, Shikaku didn’t really care which) Shikamaru didn’t know what to say to him. Parts of what he had planned to tell his mother wouldn’t have flown with his male parent, so he just settled with ignoring the older man.

That’s why the Hyuga’s were supposed to have dinner with them tonight; to look for a possible “mate” for him. Shikamaru would have to punch his father the next time he saw him.

“Are you warm enough?” the Nara asked, looking at the older man.

Neji sat up and nodded, sniffing. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” Shikamaru leaned over the seat again and shut off the engine, hopefully saving more reserves for later. He sat back down and continued to “cuddle” with the other, although it was for survival purposes only. There was no way to deny that the Hyuga was gorgeous and Shikamaru enjoyed his beauty a lot, but he just felt they weren’t very… compatible. Neji was from a very pompous, high and mighty, greater-than-thou clan who had servants and branches of family and were very into tradition and keeping things on the straight and narrow.

The Nara’s, however, were very laid back, usually lazy, and a sarcastic group who took pride in working the land, watching and caring for the deer with their own hands while family was mixed and spread all over the village, and tradition was his father sitting back after dinner and belching loudly, much to the annoyance of his mother.

Where were the similarities?

Sure, both Shikamaru and Neji were smart and respected but the Nara hardly felt that was enough. Shouldn’t there be a… spark of some kind?

Several minutes of silence passed, where Shikamaru kept wondering about what he knew were stupid things and Neji just rested against him, his thoughts also lost.

“Uh, Shikamaru?” the Hyuga asked quietly, sitting up. He didn’t look at the younger man’s face, instead gazing out the windows.

“What is it, Neji?” he replied, raising a curious eyebrow at the other’s refusal to make eye contact.

“I was thinking… that… maybe we should… uhm….” His light-colored eyes looked down at the blanket he was fiddling with in his hands. “I mean… to conserve warmth… we need to….”

Shikamaru was slightly shocked; he had never seen the mighty Neji Hyuga struggle with words and fidget like his cousin. It was actually quite amusing. “Spit it out, Hyuga.”

“I… think….” Neji sighed heavily and raised his light orbs full of determination to stare directly into the Nara’s dark and slightly confused eyes, a light blush adorning the older man’s cheeks. “I think we should get naked.”

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