Disclaimer: This goes for all chapters. I do not own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does. The only thing that I own is the strange plot that does not really make sense.
This is a made to be a sad fan fiction. Oh well if it isn't to you.
Chapter 1: A Few Seconds LeftShikamaru is coughing out blood constantly and Temari is there beside him, desperately trying to attempt medical ninjustsu. She tried her best and even called for help. However, Sakura was busy and the others only new the basics like her. Shikamaru however, was trying to communicate between his coughs. He said that there were only a few seconds left to his life. During his last few seconds, he was angry with himself to let himself get killed. He thought about how he got seriously injured.
~Flashback~
Shikamaru was running because it was too dangerous to try to attack. White Zetsu was behind him, chasing him so that he didn't have enough time to focus his chakra into making a shadow. Shikamaru was actually getting tired after running four miles in circles. More white and black Zetsus and Tobi were around them, so he couldn't run into the other enemies. White Zetsu was closing in on him, so he ran away very quickly and tried to focus his chakra into making a shadow. His legs were sore and he had absolutely no more energy to run. As he was making the shadow, White Zetsu was closing in on him again. 'Darn it' he thought. They were in a clearing, so there were not many things that could help him with the shadow. He tried very hard, he tried his best, but in the end, White Zetsu got him. Shikamaru was in a trap. He was so out of energy and chakra that he couldn't get out in time. The trap closed. He was completely inside the trap. 'Too bad for me' he thought. 'The time for me to die has come.'
His head hurt just to think about it. His vision was getting blurry. He could barely see Temari or anyone else. He felt numb. And then just in a second, conk. He was out. Temari sat there, tired and sad. She had failed. Temari cried hard. She cried until her eyes hurt. She then realized that she was really exhausted. In a second, she ran out of chakra and fainted.
When she woke up, she was in her bed. Was that all a dream? She seriously hoped it was. But then she looked up and realized that her friends were in her room, sitting there exhausted. They had brought her here? She said a quiet thanks to them and lay back in her bed. Sakura had healed her from chakra exhaustion and thanks to that, she was alive. She then went deep into thought. Shikamaru had died. What can she do about that now? She felt like crying. Hard. Almost as hard as she did a few minutes ago. She didn't want to cry in front of her friends though. It could make them sad because it might remind them of something horrible that happened. But she couldn't bear it. Tears met the corners of her eyes and fell down he face. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the tears that were now on her hand. They were there because of Shikamaru. The one who died. Zetsu. She hated him now. And she always will. At first she didn't care about Zetsu particularly, but now, she did. Zetsu was the one who she would kill at sight. The one she wanted to kill more than anyone in the whole world.
Her friends were now looking at her. She hadn't noticed that yet. She didn't until someone talked. "uh… it's okay t-to c-cry, b-but if you ever w-want to k-kill him randomly, w-we c-could help y-you." Hinata said stuttering. Temari turned to face her. "Thanks," she muttered, smiling and wiping away her tears. Temari had said thanks, but deep inside, she wanted to kill him alone. More than anything though, she wanted him, Shikamaru, back into her life. Not some dead person lying on the floor in some random forest.