So, this one came to me when I was practicing Tae Kwon Do the other day. Yeah, novel, I know. Anyway, if you like ShikaTem, this tory will work, but it will likely will be updated less than my other, main chapter story: Man and Wife

Anyway. Here goes. Oh, just a note, this story is going to be in first person, switching from Temari to Shikamaru from chapter to chapter.

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Chapter 1: Who The Heck is Cosme McMoon?

OK, so this is complete and utter crap. I've been taking Tae Kwon Do for five years, working my butt off in class and out, working towards my black belt test, which I'd just gotten scheduled, and then, guess what? We have to freaking move! I understand that my mom is supporting three kids on her own, and needed this job, but still. I think we could at least wait until I get to take my test. And we're moving all the way across the country, so no way am I going to get back to take my test. Could things get any worse? ...Actually, yes. There's now freaking WTF dojang within several days drive. Oh, and I did not just attempt to use the swearing phrase WTF incorrectly, that stands for World Tae Kwon Do Federation. Just sayin'.

Anyway, the house is nice, I guess. It's bigger than what we had, because my mom's job pays a heck of a lot better than her old one (one upside to the move), and my room is in the basement, which means warmer in winter, colder in summer. Good combination. The town we're in is called Konoha Village, and it's huge. And green. I used to live in the desert, you see, so Konoha seems really, really leafy and green. And fortunately, it's crime rate is lower, as is the violent crime percentage. Who pays attention to those things? Well, me. That's why I started Tae Kwon Do, anyway. Yes. I kind of almost got raped when I was elven, taking a back street. Since then I've been mugged three times, and gotten away with only minor cuts. So far, so good. My brothers don't do Tae Kwon Do, which is kind of weird, because they're very, very macho. Maybe they'll start here, now that I'm going to have to start all freaking over again. Yes I swear a lot. Is it any of your business? Nope. So leave. Just leave. Wait. I don't want to be here. How about I leave? Sounds good.

It's been a week now, and I finally located a Tae Kwon Do dojang,it's called Dengen Dojang. And so, I called them to arrange an appointment, so I can see if I can get into their classes above beginner level. Therefore, here I am, 7:15 AM on a Saturday morning, shivering in this blasted cold (WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE WINTER HERE, IT'S SPRING!), with 15 pounds worth of gear in my bag, waiting for a bus, because I only have my permit and my mom is busy this morning. Not exactly my idea of a fun morning. There's only one guy at the bus stop, listening to music, and the time table informs me with it's neat, clipped phrases, that the next bus won't be along for about half an hour. Great. A freezing, leafy city, with an inefficient bus system. I sat down, and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but my legs were freezing. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see my neighbor offering me an earphone. I took it, put it in, then pointed at his player, motioning for him to give it to me. He complied, and I scanned the music. Mostly names I knew, but then...

"Who the heck is Cosme McMoon?" I raised my eyebrows at the stranger, who I noticed only now, had his hair up in what looked like a pineapple.

"Accompanist and composer for the worst singer of all time, Florence Foster Jenkins. Known for making faces behind her back. Choose a song." My gosh. His voice was so low and smooth, so deep an silky, I almost didn't hear what he said. I shrugged, then scrolled down and clicked on the Mulan soundtrack. He grinned at me.

"You've got good taste."

"Always have," I said, mouthing the words to "Make a Man out Of You"

We spent the next 30 minutes listening to music, and then, when we got on the bus, split up. I kinda regretted it later, as the trip was long, but I wouldn't go back and make a point of sitting with him. No way. Anyway, about 20 minutes after boarding the bus, I got off, and went into the long, low building that proclaimed itself as Dengen Dojang. I found a bathroom, went in and changed into my dobak, my Tae Kwon Do uniform. I walked down the halls, looking for room 15, where I'd been told to go. I opened the door, and stopped in my tracks. Standing there was, guess who. The pineapple from the bus, and three other people. All wearing dobaks and black belts. Oh my gosh. Coincidence much?

That was a little short, wasn't it? Sorry. Even as I write, It's 2:22AM, and I really need to get to bed, and this is a about a good stopping place. So, there's a start.

Hopefully updating soon, but it's not first priority.

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-Corentin