*twitches with her fingers nervously* This is my first time straying into Naruto fanfiction. As you can see, I'm nervous, heh. This is obviously set in the episode after Asuma's death, directly after Shikamaru and his father played shogi. I left the OC nameless on purpose. I hated seeing Shikamaru in so much pain, so I guess this is my way of comforting him.
Shikamaru's father had simply given her a silent nod when he'd passed her in the hall. Perhaps he knew she could do something for his son something that could not. He knew she had quite a way with horses, and quite a way with his son as well, it seemed. Chewing her lower lip gently, she nodded back at him, and quietly slipped into the room.
Her heart lurched when she saw the state Shikamaru was in, laying on his back on the floor, shogi pieces scattered around the room, staring lifelessly at the ceiling.
She hated the Akatsuki, hated them for killing Asuma- sensai, who'd been so dear to him, and for being the catalyst for Shikamaru's pain.
She could tell he'd been crying, and she wouldn't ask him if he was alright because she knew he wasn't. In fact, she didn't say anything at all. She just laid down next to him and fixed her gaze on the ceiling. It was only natural for a girl to want to comfort the boy she loved, even if it was only a little bit, right?
She wanted so badly to reach out to him, but she knew it was better to let him come to her. She wondered if she listened hard enough, she could hear their heartbeats synchronizing with one another.
The silence was deafening.
Shikamaru barely registered her presence, or the fact that she smelt good. He didn't know if hours or minutes had passed between them before his pinkie finger twitched out to wrap around hers. He noticed that her eyes looked more gray than hazel today when she shot him a startled blink.
The top corner of his lip quirked up in a faint smile.