Disclaimer: All rights to Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto and affiliated companies. For this drabble, the creation rights to Winnie-the-Pooh (note the hyphen, Disney P) belong A. A. Milne and a bunch of other companies who shouldn't sue me because poor college students don't have much money. XDD

Also, there are a few quotes from the books in here, of which I don't claim ownership.

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One day, though not any special day in particular, Chouji found himself in the middle of Konoha's forest. And though this was no particularly special day, the young nin found that the weather was quite warm, as it ought to be in summer, and thought it'd be rather nice if he were to merely rest on an empty tree stump and think. So Chouji sat on the vacant tree stump and thought and thought and thought and thought. And he found it was quite nice to be all alone with his thoughts; he could understand why Shikamaru disappeared so often to think, though he wished his friend wouldn't do it so often, because it always made Ino incredibly mad and Chouji really hated seeing Ino upset. Actually, he really hated seeing anyone upset.

So, Chouji sat on his stump and thought. And he thought for quite a long time, until he came up with a really good thought, and decided he'd have to ask his friends if they knew the answer.

"Oh, bother," said Chouji aloud. "I'm suddenly quite hungry."

The ninja sighed and got up from his rather nice tree stump, because though he was not usually apt to hurry, when one got a rumbly in one's tumbly, Chouji knew it was best to quickly find something to eat. And the right place to go? Well, Chouji knew just where that was.

"Oh. Hullo, Chouji," answered Shikamaru, after Chouji had knocked on his door.

"Hello, Shikamaru. Would you happen to have any dango?"

Shikamaru sighed and gave his friend a nod. "I should've known that's what you'd come for."

"Well, no. That's not really why I've come, Shikamaru. Though, I do love dango," replied Chouji, taking a seat at his friend's table. Shikamaru lifted an eyebrow.

"Then why have you come, if not to eat me out of house and home?"

Chouji opened his mouth, and then stopped for a second. "Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten."

"Cho-bear," said Shikamaru. "You haven't any brain."

"Oh yes, I know," Chouji responded. "It's all fluff between my ears."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and set a plate down in front of him. "Your dango, dear friend."

Chouji smiled. "You're nice to talk to, Shikamaru. Even though you're smart."

"Even though I'm smart?"

"Yes, even though you're smart," said Chouji. "Because it's more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words, but rather short, easy words like 'What about lunch?' you see. And that's you."

Shikamaru felt a grin tug at the corners of his mouth. "I see."

"Mmmm," said Chouji, taking a whiff of his plate. "You know, what I like best—" and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Dango was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. "Oh dear, then I suppose I'm not sure."

Shikamaru laughed.

"Just eat your food, you silly ole bear."

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"Promise me you'll never forget me, because if I thought you would I'd never leave."