Hey guys, I know, I know, I'm sure you all hate me for upload a bunch of new, oneshots but not uploading new chapters on my older ones, but Oneshots are my way of gathering inspiration.
Alright, here are a series of oneshots about various couples. I plan to make it rather long, so stick with me and check in often.
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Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. –Hans Christian Anderson
To say that Shikamaru Nara was dozing would not be quite appropriate. He wasn't dozing. No, Nara wasn't one to doze.
Shikamaru Nara was in a state of somber rest. He was sleeping sure, but it was slightly deeper than a nap. More solemn than a snooze. He was dead asleep, and as he slept curious, energized eyes peered down at him through the grass which cushioned his back.
A giggle, not one to be heard by a sleeping man, sounded across the field like a whisper in a quite room, not loud but noticeable. A voice, no matter how beautiful and attractive, was not heard by he, Shikamaru, on this day.
It's unfortunate that he was so soundly asleep, for if he had been awake, he may have heard the soft, tempting voice just above him, urging him to wake so gently.
"Oh Shikamaru, wake up sleepy," Her voice was tender, and teasing as she spoke to the platonic boy who slept easily on the pleasantly warm, slightly breezy, flower scented afternoon. "There's something I want to tell you," She implores, using this weakness in the stoic boys shield to her advantage, dancing her small fingers over his tummy, and shoulders. She took her index finger and tapped his nose. Other than a slight flinch, he remained entranced. "I know who you are Shikamaru. The real you," Her eyes became subdued as she gazed at his serene face, "Not who you are to everyone else, when your around that pig Ino, or Naruto, or even Chouji. When you're out here, you're different. I've seen you when you're awake. You'll lay out here in the sun for hours, just soaking it in. You'll pick the flowers and twirl them. Every once in a while, I'll catch you talking to yourself," She told him delicately, her breath tickling his ear, but it felt no different than the summer breeze to him. "Not about how troublesome things are, but how you're going to change the world Nara. That's so beautiful.
"It makes me believe you, you know; when you speak to yourself of things you want to do. Things you want to change. It's silly really, because I find myself wanting to be beside you always." She smiled sweetly before sitting up, looking down at him with caressing eyes he didn't even acknowledge. "That's why, Shikamaru Nara, you've convinced me, you're the most brilliant person I've ever met." She remarked softly, reaching over and picking a flower. The leaves were as relaxed pink as the strands of her hair now dancing in the wind. She twisted the stem between her fingers, watching it spin.
With one last look into his peaceful face, she laid the flower on his chest, and sank down to lay a gentle kiss upon his forehead with her warm lips. He barely stirred as she rose and walked away, into the depth of the field, only glancing back once to smile and carve the memory of the man she loved into her mind.
Shikamaru Nara, who could sleep through anything, felt his lips curve upwards. Then slowly, he allowed his eyes to lift and as he squinted from the light of day he turned nostalgic of the feeling of her lips on his skin and the sound of her voice as she lulled him away. Of course, he would never let her know this simple fact; the fact that nothing in the world can wake him from his summer naps…nothing in the world except maybe, Sakura Haruno.