A/N: I do not own the story of Naruto, nor any of its characters. However, I do own Shikamara and Yorokobi. The storyline on here is what I have created based on the Naruto series. Enjoy! Please rate and review; tell me what you think!
* Shikamaru's POV *
I wake up to my alarm clock blaring on my bedside table. I glance over to see that it reads 6:30 am. I had to wake up early because Asuma-sensei decided it would be a swell idea to begin training at 7:30. I sigh at my own thoughts. I hit the snooze button, sit up in my bed, and yawn while stretching my arms. I get out of bed and stroll to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
After that, I walk into the kitchen to see my father sipping his tea at the table with his eyes shut, and mother cooking away at the stove. I smile to myself because she was cooking my favorite chocolate chip pancakes.
"'Morning," I tell them, as I walk up to the table to pull a chair out.
"Good morning," my mother chimed, before I sit down. "Shikamaru, will you go wake your sister? She's supposed to be at training in half an hour."
I sigh. Shikamara is a pain in the ass to wake up. She sleeps through anything.
I nod my head and exit the kitchen, walking back down the hallway towards my room, but taking a right instead of a left. I knock on the door, but no answer.
'Of course,' I think to myself as I open the door and stick my head in. My sister's bed is on the far side of the room by the window. Light was shining in and I was able to depict the lump as my target.
* Shikamara's POV *
I'm in a meadow of cherry blossom trees, the petals danced around and there was a cool breeze. I smile as I twirl around, my hair flowing in the wind. Everything was so peaceful, until…
"Oi!" I hear, as my own hand lightly slaps my face.
I wake up, but I cannot move.
* Shikamaru's POV *
I look at the lump, which appeared to be in a deep sleep. I create a hand sign and my shadow stretches out and reaches hers. 'Kage mane no jutsu, success,' I think to myself.
I try to get my twin sister to stand up, but I literally pull on dead weight. She's about my size, probably smaller, but still difficult to lift. I felt my own shadow pull my shoulders down, as I bent over, stumbling. I struggled to stand, but finally had my footing. She's standing in front of me, thanks to my jutsu, but still fast asleep. 'Really?' I thought.
I take my hand and slap my face lightly, in which she mimicked.
"Oi!" I said loudly. As her hand makes impact, she opens her eyes lazily. Unlike my eyes, hers sparkled like sapphires.
* Shikamara's POV *
I open my eyes to see my brother in front of me. He's wearing his famous smirk and his hand close to his face, and considering I cannot move, I look down to see our shadows connected.
"Did you seriously wake me up using our clan's ninjutsu because you were too lazy to walk over to my bed?" I ask, still standing there.
"Eh, this was easier, and seeing you slap yourself in the face is kind of amusing," he stated with a slight chuckle.
"How funny you are," I said, yawning. He released his jutsu and I staggered, because I lost the support he had given me.
"By the way, you need to be at training in about 10 minutes," he said, turning around and walking out of my room.
I absorbed his words, but they didn't hit me until 20 seconds later. Crap, I thought while rushing into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take care of other business.
I went into the kitchen and my nose took to the smell of mother's cooking and coffee. I spoke to both of my parents, grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee and cream, then dashed back to my room.
I was back in my bedroom and peered into my full-length mirror. My messy, spiky brown/black hair was down and hung to my waist, my blue eyes shining through my side bangs. I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. I yawned, turned, and pulled out my clothes for the day.
My ninja attire for missions include ninja heels, black capris, a fishnet under shirt, a long sleeve shirt(like Shizune's) over that, and my chuunin jacket would be on top. My Konoha headband strapped around my forehead and my hair tied back into a spiky ponytail with hair framing the sides of my face. My tools consist of kunai, scrolls, and other pointy, metal objects.
My training attire varies from black shorts and a purple long-sleeve sweater and black capris with a cut-off shirt. Today, I choose the capris and cut-off with my headband, casual ninja shoes, and my tools. As I packed my necessities for training today, I hauled them into the kitchen.
By that time, it was 6:45. I set my belongings next to the door and sat down at the dinner table where my mother had prepared my chocolate chip pancakes. Shikamaru and my father were both sitting down as well. Shikamaru stuffing his face with the fluffy, chocolaty goodness that was my mother's cooking and my father was quietly drinking his morning tea.
Mother came to the table and replenished my coffee.
"Shikamara, when will you be through with training?" she asked, as she started cleaning the kitchen.
"Not until about 11:30, then Shika and I are going to each lunch at Ichiraku's," I say, in between bites. I was going to be late if I did not hurry.
"Good. Maybe later you and your brother can train with me this afternoon," my father piped in, giving me a sly grin. I gave the same smile back as my brother let out a groan. My father and I always teamed up on Shika when we trained.
"Shikamaru, quit whining like you're some genin. You are a chuunin and your sister is a jounin. You know you need more training," my father scolded. "You could be a jounin and have been a grade ahead like your sister, but you did not apply yourself."
That was true. Shikamaru is so lazy, but has a lot of potential, as shown in the Chuunin exam that was interrupted by Orochimaru's plot to destroy the Hidden Leaf Village.
My twin brother and I are similar in many ways, other than our physical appearance. Minus our hairstyles and eye color, we were practically identical. Oh, and my brother does not have as large of breasts that I do. We both tend to be a bit lazy and we have a calming persona. Our IQ levels are over 200 and we can easily hide our emotions, for the most part. We attempt to look at situations like our father does, with a level head. The differences are that I am more of a compassionate person. I also try to better myself and take initiative when I have confidence in myself, though that is not too often.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya, Dad," Shikamaru replies lazily. "What time are we training with you?"
"3:00," our father replies, standing up and leaving the kitchen.
I stood up as well, grabbing a cup of coffee to-go.
"Oh, has anyone seen Yorokobi?" I ask, before I place my fingers in my mouth to let out a loud whistle.
Before I knew it, a brown flash came running up to me, wagging her tail and licking my hand. Yorokobi was my ninja dog, whom tags along occasionally on missions, but mostly assists in herding the family deer. She is a sweetheart.
I told my family good-bye before gathering my things and rushing to the training grounds to meet my team with Yorokobi.
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When I reached the training grounds, it was 6:59. As I walked over to the three wooden targets, with Yorokobi trailing behind, I spotted my teammates.
One boy had black, shiny hair that was cut in the shape of a bowl and eyebrows as big and fuzzy as caterpillars. He wore a green jumpsuit that I suspected was spandex with orange leg warmers. Tape was wrapped around his forearms and hands. Along with this attire, his Konoha headband was worn around his waist and a chuunin jacket on top. The "Green Beast," as he called himself, cannot mold chakra as other ninjas can. Therefore, he made his life goal to surpass a genius through hard work. He specializes in taijutsu. At that moment, he was kicking and throwing punches at one of the training logs.
A girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes to match, wore buns on top of her head. She had a Chinese look about her, wearing burgundy capris and a white shirt with the trim of burgundy. She had scrolls upon scrolls laid out in front of her as she studied them, along with summoning different types of ninja tools from them. She would occasionally throw a couple of kunai at another log for target practice.
Lastly, there was another boy with dark brown hair that reached his lower back. It was tied into a low ponytail with hair that framed the sides of his face. His headband was worn over his forehead. He wore the traditional robes of his clan that were a khaki/grey color. His eyes were a light shade of lavender and held his clan's kekkei genkei of the Byakugan. He was born a prodigy and was a genius of the Gentle Fist. He was currently leaning against a tree in the shade, his arms folded across his chest, and his eyes were closed.
"Hey guys," I greeted them as I walked over to the trees near the lavender-eyed boy.
"Hey Shika-chan!" the boy with caterpillar eyebrows chimed. The name "Shika" is given to both my brother and I. We reference each other as Shika and our teammates do so as well. It is less of a mouth-full to say.
"It's about time you got here," the brunette teased, placing her hands on her hips. She gave a joking smile and her eyes were lit up.
"Hmph," the prodigy said, nodding his head to acknowledge my greeting, not even opening an eye.
I smiled. Rock Lee, Tenten, and Neji Hyuga were my teammates. We've been on the same team for the past 5 years.
"Where is Gai-sensei?" I questioned. Our teacher was rarely ever late to training.
"Lee, didn't you say he went to see the Lady Tsunade?" inquired Tenten, glancing over to the hardworking boy.
"Hai! He should be here momentarily!" he shouts back, flames in his eyes. He then starts to do 500 push-ups.
"We will probably be here a while. Tenten, care to spar?" I ask, looking over to her as she starts to roll her scrolls.
"Sure!" she replies brightly. We don't generally get to spar together much because Gai-sensei usually pairs her and Lee together and Neji and I.
We stand facing one another about 20 feet apart. I take my stance and she reaches behind her for her scrolls. Tenten is a weapon specialist and should definitely be feared. She never misses her target.
Lee sits, watching intently, next to where Neji is standing. Neji opens one eye out of curiosity, still maintaining an emotionless expression. Yorokobi is lying in the sun, and rolling in the grass on the opposite side of the training grounds.
Tenten and I nod our heads in sync, meaning that we were both prepared. She slams her scrolls on the ground, jumping straight into the air and the scrolls open and circle her.
"Rising Twin Dragons!" she claims, as weapons pop out and she flings them everywhere. I jump out of the way, carefully dodging the weapons being chunked my way. In my mind, I try to devise a plan of action.
'I need to distract her in order to weave my hand signs and capture her with my Shadow Possession jutsu, but how?' I think to myself.
I catch one of the kunai that she threw and chuck it back at her, knocking her off rhythm. She flips backwards and lands on the ground. She pulled out a large staff and charged at me, carefully observing the ground and shadows. At that point, I pull out my own kunai and throw it at her again, wielding my hand signs, she moved slightly to the right and grabbed the weapon I threw, holding it up to her throat.
Pure shock appeared on her face. She was no longer controlling her body.
"Tenten! What are you doing?!" Lee shouted from the sidelines, oblivious. Sometimes, Lee can zone out and completely miss things.
I held my imaginary kunai up to my throat as well, smirked, and released my jutsu.
"Nice job, Shikamara," Tenten said. I could sense a bit of disappointment in her voice.
"You did well, too, Tenten-chan," I encourage her.
I began walking back towards my other teammates when I tripped over a kunai that had plunged into the ground. In slow motion, I hit the earth with a 'thud.'
I let out an ear-piercing cry.