Hello, this my fanfic on Naruto about my favorite paring:
Hello, this my fanfic on Naruto about my favorite paring:
Shikamaru x Temari
I'm Italian. Sorry for the wrongs.
Good reading!
DOREI NO KISU
THE KISS OF THE SLAVE
PROLOGUE
…and the angry of the Desert's Lord it swept up Konoha, demolishing every things on its way. The women screamed, the children cried, the man came killed or made enslaved.
Nobody of the clans succeed to opposite to the blind fury of the Army of Suuna that all destroyed.
Only the Shadows Master could stop it, but when the world had more need the he, vanished.
Now all submitted to slavery attend the return of the leader.
You not lose the hope brothers of the Leaf, because you, the Master will be born.
(from the Konoha Cronichal, book I)
Chapter 1
GIFT FOR THE PRICESSES
Stink of stench and died. In the cells in order to destroy also the smallest ray of hope there was not even the light.
He where Shikamaru Nara was born, between the dirty pavements of dry blood and corpses.
To its he wrapped it mother in a covered little cleaned up of linen and the he tried to better clean up it that he could from the placentas, cut whit teeth the umbilical cord and single then the baby that dead man thought, cried.
-Also in a place as that on could be to us space for the life?- Asuma churches.
Could a baby survive?
Yoshino always a been woman strong and also occasion it had shown itself such.
Kurenai was leaned tired to the wall, sill carried the signs of the last endured violence, the neck it was bruise and also between legs no there was point that it did not make them badly. Shamed it make yourself to see in that condition from the man whom she loved…felt itself dirty, but not space in order to replace in that narrow space.
Asuma leave attention from the baby in order to caress them the head whit kindly, watched she it with full eves of shame. But this meant to be enslaved of the Lord of the Sand. A little enviable condition in particular if it to rage in way detail on the and often it donated like magnanimous gesture its soldiers to them. As if they were goods, meat from slaughter house given to of the stinking dogs.
From how much time nobody of they saw the sunlight?
Nevertheless passing of they read it to time in the eyes of those children, been born in I smell and desolation of a life without hope.
In a warm day of spring, the sons of the slaves, washed and puttings in row in front of the main door of the prison. Yoshino shook, that one was a day in which one of the offered sacrifice in order to celebrate five birthday of greater daughter of Lord: the little princess Temari.
The father the taken ones for had accompanied and it in the arena escorted from Ambu guards. There was also Shikamaru from each other… the black eyes did not lower themselves to their passage.
"I want this." Temari said.
It was heard I scream to come from the cell its shoulders and then more nothing Yoshino had not resisted to the vision of the only son who came carried on.