So here I bring you to an OC X Shikamaru, eventhough I really shouldn't be doing this since I haven't finished my other stories but what the heck I feel like it. Plus my mind just keeps playing the story for me so it's going to happen! So let me let you enter the story of Shira. Note this will start from the beginning right now she is the same age as Shikamaru and story starts when she is only 5 years old.

A little girl stood before the doorway, a doorway that held no door just a flimsy, used, torn up curtain that barely hung up and didn't do a good job of keeping bugs out. Her small hand grasped onto the rotten old wooden frame as cerulean blue eyes stared into the forest. She stood there with an oversized shirt that barely concealed her body from the cold with its many holes, and with wearing no bottoms for she couldn't afford it or find any on the ground. Her frame couldn't even be seen but the parts that were seen people were only met with bones and what little skin could cover it, even her skin had deal with its fair share as it was covered with dirt and bruises. Yet she held a smile, a smile of hope and wonder, not even caring for her predicament, not even caring that her unruly white messy locks hung freely always in her face and covered with twigs and dirt. Not even caring that the door frame was the only standing thing in the house while the walls and roofs collapsed only leaving a small little tunnel she made for shelter. She didn't care. She was happy.

It was night time. The sun had fully disappeared and the smile on her face grew wider as she took this moment to leap off the door frame and dashing into the forest. She ran not even caring about the occasional sharp splinters or rocks she will feel as she her small little feet padded the ground. Her feet were so calloused from not ever wearing protection that she couldn't even feel them. Yet she didn't mind, she kept going. She dodged the occasional trees, she knew where she was going, for she went every night. She would jump over the fallen trees with a renewed joy that just filled her heart as she raced to her sanctuary, as she got closer she felt powerful in her mind, she knew she wasn't but the sense just left her with an even greater smile.

Finally, she made it. A clearing where white and yellow flowers danced together with the wind, where the trees will rustle a song, and where the stars in the sky will shine, as if welcoming their dear friend back home. She walked over to the middle of the clearing with an even bigger smile if that was even possible before collapsing on her back. She looked up to the stars feeling the flower seem to rub against her with comfort and slowly she reached her hand up to the sky as if grasping for the sky. This was her safe place, her haven, a place where she can just sit back an enjoy, and in which she was more then happy to comply.

Suddenly a shadow left over the clearing to the other side and she opened in her mouth in awe knowing exactly what it was.

"Ninja!"

She saw another leap over, before resting her hand against her stomach with a smile.

Another one leaped through the air, and she waited for it to go to the other side like the other two but this one seemed to stopped. She saw it seem to get bigger before she realized that it was coming toward her. She stared in confusion. Why would a ninja be coming to her?

The ninja landed before her before others started to circle around her. She looked at each one of them wondering why they were there. Then she remembered the village.

"Ah, they must also want to be beat me."

She sat up and gripped the hem of the baggy shirt and looked down at the flowers awaiting the blows to come to her.

Yet, after a few seconds she looked up wondering why no one was hitting her. As she looked up she came face to face with one of the ninjas, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare ya." The man spoke and she could hear a slight drag to his deep voice.

"Shikaku, why are we stopping?" She heard another deeper voice which seemed to be quite full as if his face was stuffed.

The man before her just sighed before running his hand through his hair before his black eyes landed back on the frail girl before him, "Girl, why are you out here."

He watched as the little girl just smiled, making him wonder why a girl in the condition she was in could easily smile.

"This place is my haven." She replied with glee.

"Hasn't you parents told you that you shouldn't go outside at night. Scary men could come and snatch you up." He didn't even know why he cared, but he just didn't understand why she was here in the first place, or why she was in such a bad condition for her age.

The girl tilted her head to the side, confusion evident on her face, "What are parents?"

He stiffened at her reply, and he could tell the others did as well. He was use to seeing orphans, but they all knew what parents were, yet this girl had no clue at it seemed. Who leave a child, and never tell her what parents were.

The girl grew even more confused at the man. The man just stared at her with wide eyes and his mouth slightly open. Parents. That word kept replaying in her head. She felt like she know what it was. Was it a food? A building? A star?

Shikaku watched the girl's face turned to that of a pout as if she was getting frustrated, "Who takes care of you?"

She looked back at him coming away from her thoughts, "Care for me?"

Shikaku took in more of the girl's appearance at this moment... It didn't look like anyone was... at all. At least the orphans were receiving care back in Konoha, but this clearly wasn't. Then how is she living? How can she smile like she did before when he could easily finally a twig that was bigger then her.

"H-how are you living?"

Living? What does it mean to live. Why was this man telling her how these confusing words that she didn't know what the meaning were. What are parents? What is 'care for me'? What is living? She then thought back to her life...

"I don't know what 'living' is mister."

At this moment, Shikaku felt his heart seem to break. This child was so helpless. Yet his mind kept seeing that bright smile, "Then how do you smile?"

She gasped and smiled brightly, a word she knew finally. Her blue eyes drifted to the sky, "Because the night is so pretty."

Shikaku looked up at the night sky seeing the stars shine brightly. "How does that make you smile?"

She looked at him and he looked at her only to be met with the kindest smile he ever seen, "They take away the pain I received during the day. They seem to smile back at me."

The way she said it. The way she describe pain, he felt like something horrible was happening to her, and the fact that she seemed to only think the stars smiled at her, "What do the people in your village do to you?"

Chouza spoke up while taking a handful of chips and putting it in his mouth, "Hey, wha-"

"They hit me."

Chouza suddenly stopped munching on his chips and he could feel Shikaku stiffen seeing him gripping his pants tightly.

"They call me names. Tell me I'm worthless, I have no life. They beat me up to the point that it doesn't even hurt and I just see my body covering in purple splotches along with dried blood. They tell me to go die... What is 'die' mister?" She stared at the man.

Shikaku stood up while gritting his teeth. He made his choice. "Something that won't happen to you... ever."

He held his hand out to her...

Inoichi finally took this moment to speak up, "Wait, Shikaku what are you doing?"

"You know very well."

"You can't ju-"

"And what!" Shikaku glared at Inoichi, he figured that he would at least understand. "I can't just what? Save her? Take her away she won't ever have to wake up each morning wondering where she will get hit today, wondering if she will be lucky enough to find even a grain of food, wondering if she will make it through the day so she can come out here to let out the pain she is enduring fade away. I am not just going to leave knowing that this girl lived without knowing what it means to be living. I am not just to let her stay in hell never knowing what it means to be cared for to finally have more then a grain of bread or anything but have 3 full meals a day. I am not just going to leave her here without ever knowing what a fucking parent is!"

Inoichi and Chouza just stared at Shikaku. Normally he was cool and collected, always thinking things through, but all that was gone. Before them stood a man with a resolve, some one who was willing to fight for what he wanted. They both just sighed. They knew he was completely right as they looked at the girl again.

Shikaku turned his attention back to the girl she still held a look of bewilderment but he just smiled offering his hand once more to her, "Come with me child."

She stared at the hand. It was an adult hand. A hand she knew to be used commonly to punch or slap her, yet his hand it was different. He didn't hit or slip at her or call her a 'bitch' whatever that word was. He held it for her to take. Why? Where was she going? Why did he want her to take it? She looked at his face to only be met with a smile. A smile. A smile she rarely sees, she couldn't even see hers because it was nearly impossible. This was her first time seeing a smile. And to her it was the most beautiful thing ever. So reached her hand up not really knowing why but grasping his palm none the less. She felt her body being lifted up easily and she was held in the arms of the man. This was new and completely differing causing her to cling to mans shirt as she nervously looked around.

When he picked her up, he honestly almost flung her, but was able to restrain his strength. She weighed nothing. Absolutely nothing and it caused his heart to break even more. He felt her cling to him and he only placed his hand behind her head leaning her head against his shoulder as he held her. He whispered gently in her ear, "It's ok, I got you."

Somehow she felt herself instantly relax against him allowing herself to close to her eyes. He was... Warm. Something she only felt on a hot summer day, yet it was uncomfortable like it usually was in summer, it was pleasant. She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

Chouza and Inoichi looked at the two seeing smiling gently before they saw Shikaku nod at them and instantly they were back in the trees heading home. Inoichi took the lead and Chouza took the rear. Inoichi looked back Shikaku seeing him just hold the frail girl, and he could clearly see just how small she was. She barely even covered his chest. Yet the way Shikaku held him, reminded him of how he held his own daughter each time he came home, and that only brought a smile to his face, because after witnessing this child he could only rejoice in the fact that his daughter was blessed. To know that she cared for and loved by her parents and to know what it means to be living.

Shikaku spoke to the girl realizing he forgotten to ask her an important question, "What's your name?"

The girl opened her eyes feeling his chest rumbled slightly when he spoke. Another word she didn't know why. Why did the man insist on telling her words she had no meaning to... "What's a name?"

At this all three stopped on the next branch they jumped to... They all wore the same expression.

The little girl looked at them all confused, why did they stop? She looked around only seeing trees. Was this where they were taking her?

Suddenly she felt the big arms around her tighten and felt the mans beard face pressed into her shoulder she squirmed slightly from the itching beard. She felt something wet touch her skin causing her to stop moving. The man slowly moved his face away and stared at her with sad eyes and a tear rolling down his cheek. She instantly brought her hand up to wipe away that tear, "Why are you crying?"

Shikaku couldn't help but press his forehead against her smaller one, "Because you haven't even lived yet?"

She looked confused he knew she would, "A name binds you. It is a name that your parents give you to show you are. The name is you, it is what you are called. It was you to strive every day to live with. To become something so that people recognize you. A name is what people know you as, it lets them know that, that name belongs to you and you alone. No one can take it from you. For example: I am Shikaku. My friends known me as Shikaku, everyone knows me as Shikaku, even when I'm not around and they talk of me they know I am still Shikaku. Yet no one knows you. You have no name. It is as if you don't even exist."

The girl somehow seemed sad and he could tell from her face and the slight grip he felt on his shirt.

"I want a name." The child pouted while biting her lip.

Shikaku smiled before hugging her even closer. He knew she would, but what to call her. What name could he possibly give her that she will live everyday with. He rand hand through her long white locks taking a few twigs out as she did so. Finally he knew.

"Shira."

The girl stopped pouting and stared at him, "What?"

"Your name. How about Shira?"

"Shira." The girl tested the name on her lips. It felt nice and was easy to say, "Shira." She found herself enjoying the word. "My name is... Shira." She looked at the man before and smiled gleefully wrapping her arms around her neck. She felt excited. She had a name now. A name!

Shikaku just smiled before the him and his teammates continued home.

I believe I forgot to mention don't know why I must do this but have to... I DON'T OWN NARUTO NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WISH I DID IF I DID SASUKE BE DEAD! Just saying... Sorry sasuke lovers i just hate him with a passion. please review so I know what ya think even though its only the first chapter and not much to be thinking about but still!