Fact #1 : I'm bad with titles
I think I'm going to start doing that for each story I post up. Writing facts that is hehe :P
God I love ShikaHina. It's an unhealthy obsession I tell you!
Well anyways here's my attempt at some nice bittersweet fluff between ShikaHina, hope you enjoy!
An Everyday Occurrence
It isn't an everyday occurrence when someone close to you dies.
The sky had darkened and the smell of rain was in the air. Lightning streaked angrily across the black thunderheads that had appeared from nowhere.
The cooling breeze that passed across his back did nothing to calm him nor did her presence.
He had seen the rain clouds sweeping toward him from the other side of the fields by the time he decided to lay on the open plains.
Sure enough, large monsoon drops began to descend from the heavens.
Irony even the sky was mourning the great loss of his teacher.
He had thought he was alone. He wanted to be alone more then anything. But sure enough the persistent girl never ceased to surprise him.
Her silence was irritating him.
He chose the empty plains knowing for a fact that no one would be able to find him. He didn't want anybody to see him in his depressing state. Not even his best friend Chouji. It was a mystery as to how she even found him.
Finally, he looked toward her.
Oh right, Byakugan.
Her face was tilted slightly toward the sky, and she was frowning. Either from the rain or contemplating what to say he didn't know nor did he care. He just didn't want her there.
"What are you doing here?" he inquired dryly. It wasn't him to be so mean to her, to other girls maybe but Hinata never. But right now he wasn't in a mood to talk.
She didn't answer just shook her head. She still didn't look at him.
He suppressed a sigh turning his head away from her.
"I would like to be alone right now." He was trying hard not to sound like a complete ass right now but her being there was pushing it, added with the fact that she wasn't saying anything.
He could feel her eyes on him now as she spoke. "Kurenai wanted to see you."
No doubt she did. It really wasn't news, Kurenai for sure would have wanted to talk to him after the funeral.
"Ah," There was nothing much else to say. He would see Kurenai on his own time right now wasn't the time.
"Shikamaru, I'm sor-"
"No." He cut her off. "I don't need to hear it anymore, from you, from anyone. He's dead and he's gone, all because of me." He gripped the lighter of his late teacher.
"No one's blaming you, Shikamaru."
Shikamaru was stunned at her words. Words. Mere words she thought could erase the pain and grief he'd suffered.
But it struck something in his heart that he had been trying so hard to hold back.
Shikamaru dropped his head and tears welled up in his eyes as they began to squeeze through his eyelids, then stream down the sides of his face.
He was crying now, and he hated himself for it.
He felt her come closer as he tried to stifle his strangled sobs.
She knelt behind him, her arms were trembling as she wrapped them around his shoulders and clasped her hands across his chest. He felt her breath on his neck and ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.
It wasn't an everyday occurrence when someone close to you dies nor was it an everyday occurrence when someone's there to share your pain.