Hi guys! So I'm a new fanfic writer and I'm here with a fanfic. You must have seen my previous work, which I wrote with Psy (PsyMama17) called 'Summer Breeze.' If not, do check it out. Please . . . ^_^ the link is on my profile or maybe you could read from PsyMama17's profile.

This fanfic is about my life and my best friend's. This is a tribute for him. His name was Namgay and he passed away. Namgay, I wish there was internet in the afterlife so that you could read this –sigh- Condolence.

I asked Psy for help and she told me it should be a fanfic about Shikamaru and Chouji. So that's what it is. She calls me Shikamaru (Shika-teme actually) so yeah . . . you get the idea.

I really hope you guys like it. My fingers are crossed LOL.

CHAPTER 1

"Well Shikaku, your son has successfully been enrolled to Konoha High School." I heard the principal, Sarutobi Hiruzen, say to my father.

My father simply smirked and gave a small nod of thanks. He then turned his attention to me. I was the spitting image of him . . . or maybe that was some kind of trait in the Nara family; short black hair tied up in a spiky ponytail, lazy black eyes and the same lethargic behaviors. The only thing that differentiated me from him was his small goatee and the two thin scars than ran down his face.

"Well Shikamaru," he said to me. "I have a feeling you'll like it here. It's one of the top schools in the country after all."

I nodded slowly. I didn't really care which school I went to. It would all be the same; there would be teachers, students and they would teach the same subjects from the same text books. How troublesome. I wonder why people make such a big deal of it.

Hiruzen cleared his throat. His eyes were ancient and held so many mysteries and knowledge in them. He was a very old man but his wisdom was questioned by no one. Not even we the Nara family, even though our clan is said to be the wittiest and smartest of all. I think it's just a drag.

"Shikamaru," said Hiruzen. "Why don't you go around the campus? See how you like your new school."

I nodded again and gave a polite bow before I stepped out of the principal's office. I shoved my hands in my pocket and walked out of the building. I guess it was break time since I could see the students around; some reading in the shade, some playing games, some chasing after their friends and some simply chatting.

No one looked my way, despite me hanging around the campus even though I hadn't officially joined the school yet. They simply minded their own business. I didn't complain either. I preferred it this way. Otherwise, it would be too troublesome.

I sighed and turned my gaze towards the sky. Fluffy white clouds floated around lazily. That's what I wanted to be like. A cloud. Going wherever the breeze takes me. No rules, no responsibilities . . . that's my kind of life. Apparently, I wasn't given a life of a cloud. I was stuck with this troublesome one.

I made my way around. Konoha was a rural place and I was very new to it. I had spent half my life in boarding schools in cities and urban areas since my dad is a very busy person. But now, for the first time, I was here in a rural school. Hopefully the kids here aren't a drag.

I plugged in my iPod and listened to some music. I sighed and tapped my toes to the beat of the song. I thought about how my mom and dad were always busy with their jobs. I wonder if they ever thought how I feel about being dumped into different schools from time to time. But I was trying to be as cloud-like as possible; trying to go with the flow. But it was such a pain.

I remembered my friends from my old schools. I never really made close friends since we always got separated, thanks to my busy parents, in the end. The day my dad came to pick me up from Kumo, Kiba, the dorm warden's nephew, and his dog, Akamaru, treated me to cup noodles and coke in the meadow as a gesture of farewell. It was a peaceful afternoon besides Kiba's wild behavior.

I sensed another presence near me and immediately turned to my right. I saw a chubby boy with short brown hair, innocent black eyes and swirls painted on his cheeks hold a bag of potato chips and munching on it sadly. I felt bad for the boy; something about him made me walk over to the guy.

"Hey," I said to the boy. "What's wrong?"

When his eyes met mine, I noticed they were dull and sad. It baffled me a bit. He simply sighed and ate another potato chip, "Nothing. Just thinking about home."

I blinked my eyes and then gave a sigh of my own, "Yeah me too. It's my first time here in a rural school. It's such a drag." He offered me some chips which I accepted.

"So you're new here," the boy stated. He then held out his hand. "The name is Akimichi Chouji. And I'm not fat I'm just big-boned."

I nodded slowly as I shook his large, warm hand, "Oo-kay . . . I'm Shikamaru. Nara Shikamaru." Something about that comment told me never to call the big guy 'fat' or else I'd need to be prepared for a very gruesome death.

The bell rang, signaling for the students to head for class. Chouji ate the last potato chip and licked his fingers clean of any lingering salt. He then got up and shoved the empty packet in his pocket. He turned to look at me, "Nice meeting you Shikamaru. I'll see you soon. But I warn you; being a new student is not a good thing."

Before I could say anything, Chouji gave me a grin and jogged off to class. I sighed and turned on my iPod again. I left one of the ear buds off just in case someone called my name or something. I slowly made my way to the parking, where my dad must have been waiting.

As I walked, I noticed a boy with spiky black hair and black eyes was standing right in front of me, holding out his arms, preventing me from walking ahead. I threw him a lazy glance and used my thumb to point behind me, gesturing for him to get lost.

He chuckled darkly, "You're a new kid aren't you?"

I sighed, "I don't have time for this." I tried to brush pass him but he restricted me. This is so troublesome. I suddenly recalled Chouji's words from earlier in my head.

"Being a new student is not a good thing."

I noticed that a solid-built boy, whose whole face except his eyes were covered in bandages came up to us and he gave me an evil smirk from behind his wrappings. Now I have to deal with this creepy mummy man? What a drag . . .

I looked at the boy in front of me with an annoyed expression, Look, I don't want to fight you or anything. So just let me pass."

"On one condition," he said with a malicious grin. I was silent, urging him to continue. "You see you are quite popular already among the females of our school, probably because you are a spoilt city kid. But they are our bitches so you stay away got it?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. That was it? To not socialize with girls? That's just troublesome. I yawned and looked at the two freak shows, "Look I won't do anything like that while I'm here. Besides, I'm not even interested. You guys are so troublesome."

The black haired boy glared at me but the bandage dude simply chuckled, "We'll get along just fine then. I'm Dosu. And this is my brother Zaku. Now excuse us, we have to get to classes."

After they left I resumed my walk to the parking. I could see my dad talking on the phone with somebody; probably business calls or something. Troublesome. I climbed into the front; we were now going to get my stuff for my dorm here in Konoha.

My dad asked me how the school was. I told him it was okay and that I had already made a friend. He simply nodded and started the car. I gazed out the window. I had already met two freak shows who treated women like toys. Women were troublesome and scary but they deserved respect.

I wonder what other type of people I'd be meeting at Konoha High. What a drag . . .

So that's the first chapter up there. It ain't much but I'll update ASAP! Please review . . . and maybe favorite it?