Author Note: This is an RP that me and a friend are doing, have cleaned it up and stuff and decided to put it on I hope you guys like it. .

Disclaimer: I own nothing… except for their really weirdo personalities… LOL

Oh, and, this is mainly a Shika/Chou story… though we do have a weird layout for later… Gaara and Sasuke and Naruto are… weird. And Lee is hitting on Shikamaru. YAY. Expect funnies.

Chapter 1: Bag of Chips...?

A loud sigh could be heard from the roof top of a hotel as a slightly overweight boy sat on a small bench and watched the clouds move across the sky in their lazy motions. His name was Akimichi Chouji, commonly called Chouji, and he just sat there. His bag of chips in hand and his face to the sky.

The sigh had come from the other boy who lay stretched out beside him. Arms crossed beneath his head and eyes following the drifting clouds high above, Naara Shikamaru, Shikamaru for mostly everyone else, was the sign of relaxation. And lazy-ness of course.

Chouji turned his head to the side to look at his friend, he swallowed his chip and spoke, "You want some Shikamaru?" He asked in a friendly tone of voice, pushing the bag towards the other boy, letting him have the opportunity of taking some.

Shikamaru's eyes traveled to the other boy and the corner of his mouth titled the slightest bit upward into a smirk. He grunted a response that might have been "Ya, thanks," or "Whatever", before pushing himself up and digging his hand into the bag. He pulled out two chips and looked back up at the sky.

Chouji returned the bag to his lap as his gaze lifted upwards also. He tilted his head to the side. "Do you see anything? Any shapes today?" He asked Shikamaru as he munched away on another chip.

The boy-genius made a soft noise in the back of his throat, "Ah...all kinds of things." There was the tiniest sparkle in his eye that most people didn't notice.

Chouji looked at Shikamaru and then tilted his head to the side again. "Like what?" Chouji could feel a smirk working its way onto his features as thoughts of what Shikamaru saw sneaked into his mind.

The lazy smirk of his own continued to grow and Shikamaru spared a glance to his best friend. His eyes were up on the clouds again in an instant as he lay back down. "Well, see that one over there? That one right on top of your head? Looks kinda like a bag of chips to me." The smirk never left his face.

Chouji stared at it for a moment before chuckling lightly. "Ya... kinda does, don't it?" He sneaked a glance at Shikamaru before speaking again. "What else?"

"That one over there," he pointed to one of the bigger, fluffier clouds, "I can see a deer in that one."

Chouji stared at that one, seeing the deer as he smirk and then turned to Shikamaru in a serious manner. "Heh..."

Shikamaru looked at the other with as serious an expression he could muster--which was actually very serious. His smirk had been replaced by his normal and ever-bearing scowl, a friendly and familiar one though. "What do you see?"

Chouji huffed slightly before continuing. "I see..." He turned for a moment to look at the sky before turning back to Shikamaru, "I see... Clouds." He smirked before giving a chuckle.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and snorted. "You're troublesome, ya know that?"

Chouji put a small pout on his face and turned from his best friend, folding his arms. "I knew you hated me."

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow and found his eyes trained to Chouji's back. "Oi," he scowled, "I said you were troublesome, 'cause you are. But everyone's troublesome--the difference between you and everyone else is that I can stand you."

Chouji faked a few sobs. "So... You can 'just' handle me and that's it?" Chouji heaved another fake sob.

Shikamaru groaned and pushed himself back up to a sitting position. "Cut that crap out," he lightly shoved the other boy, "Before you remind me of Ino."

Chouji decided to ignore Shikamaru for the moment. "Fine... If I remind you of her that much..." Chouji heaved a sigh before turning and laying back to look at the sky again.

Sighing in exasperation and the tiniest little bit of relief, Shikamaru lay back down as well. He once again resumes his position of arms stuck beneath his head, slipping back into the comfort all things in life should have. "Idiot," he muttered under his breath, but not without a smirk.

Chouji let his breathing slow down as his vision of the clouds began to blur. Then, for some strange reason... He got the perfect idea. "Heh... Who do you...? Well..." Chouji found himself at a lost for words at the moment.

Shikamaru wasn't really the most patient person you could know. He proved this for the umpteenth time by grunting out a rather impatient response to Chouji's unvoiced question. "Who do I what?"

Chouji smiled weakly. "Well... We're best friends right? We can share secrets right?" Chouji looked at the other boy hopefully, not at all angry at Shikamaru's tone of voice. He got used to ignoring it after a while...

Shikamaru frowned slightly, not entirely sure where this conversation was going. "Yeah, you already know that." Sharing secrets hadn't really been that big of a deal though, the two didn't have many secrets between them. Not a lot at least.

Chouji smirked as he found his confidence. "Who do you like?" He asked, a serious expression on his face.

Now, to his credit, Shikamaru didn't do this two often. Only when Ino got really scary, meaning throwing-kunai-at-teammates kinda scary. But regardless, that didn't change the fact that he recoiled so bad in surprise he somehow managed to bump his head on the bench.

Wincing, one eye shut and one hand rubbing the new bump on his head, Shikamaru stubbornly grunted, "What makes you think I like someone?" No, he was NOT blushing, men don't blush! His cheeks were just red because it was...chilly. Even if there was no wind.

Chouji stared at the other boys' reaction with a smirk on his face. "I can tell. You're my best friend... And LOOK. You're even blushing." Chouji said matter-of-factly as he folded his arms across his chest and puffed it out in victory at the same time. Wasn't he good or what?

Shikamaru slouched forward; sitting perched on the edge of the bench. He would run, but that would be really annoying. Walking would be so much better. But if he walked, Chouji would follow...if he stayed, there was no way of avoiding the question. So, he did the only thing he could do.

Rolling over on his side to hide the now evident flush (it's not a blush, its sunburn, I've been out here too long!) on his cheeks, Shikamaru scowled; "I'm not blushing, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Chouji rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to let Shikamaru leave until he got his answer. If Chouji had to... He will fallow that boy all around the world. "Then why not just tell me who it is?" Chouji said as a wide smirk spread across his face.

Shikamaru's eyebrows were knitted together as he struggled to think of a plan to get out of this mess he somehow stumbled into. His solution was rather simple--when if doubt, lie.

"It's nobody."

...Damnnit, that didn't come out right!

Chouji glared at him. "You're lying... Plus the fact that that didn't make much sense... Just tell me, Shikamaru."

Shikamaru didn't see the glare. He did not think he would be threatened if he didn't give up his charade. He wasn't sure whether or not he should have been insulted that Chouji saw through his ploy in the first place--it was a horrible one after all. Dammit, he was a genius, why couldn't he figure his way out of this!

Chouji cocked an eyebrow before sighing. "I'll tell you who I like if you tell me who you like... fair enough deal?"

Shikamaru shifted slightly, his cheeks still the faintest of pink, before turning around so that he was still lying down, but facing Chouji now. "Whatever... It's not like I like anyone, 'cause I don't, but sure..."

'I'm an idiot,' Shika thought to himself.

Okay... That was the last straw. "I like..." Chouji paused yet again, drawing out the tension. He smirked and then gave a sigh. "I really like that kid... Naruto. He's really hot..." Chouji sneered in Shikamaru's direction with a broad smirk on his face.

It was a really good thing that Shikamaru wasn't drinking anything at that point, or else it would have landed all over Chouji. No, Shika simply opted to choke on his breath, that's all. So he sat there for a few seconds, choking and spluttering and simply staring at his best friend. Finally, he somehow managed to spit out, "Naruto! Hot!"

Oh dear, Shika was finding it really hard to breathe...

Chouji tilted his head to the side in an innocent manner. "And what's wrong with that? What if I said that you where hot?"

He had done something very bad in a past life, and was now paying for it. There was no other explanation. Other than that his best friend was evil and out to get him, but who'd believe that?

"What's wrong with... Chouji, it's Naruto. The annoying blond guy who we always got detention with. He's a good friend and all, but hot!"

Hopefully Chouji wouldn't notice his rather clever way of completely avoiding his second question.

Chouji wasn't the brightest in the bunch... And it showed. "Nah... Naruto's... Too weird for my liking... I'd much rather prefer y-..." Chouji put a hand to his mouth to silence himself. There was no way that Shikamaru had missed that... If he did... god.

Shikamaru, on the other hand, was on the ball. And he had most definitely not failed to notice Chouji's little slip-up. "You'd much rather prefer who, Chouji?" He was smirking so widely his cheeks kinda hurt--and he was smirking, not smiling, dammit!

Chouji turned his head from Shikamaru in a defiant way. "What do you care? You don't like anyone... remember?"

Today wasn't that big a day for maturity or dignity, so poking people was totally optional. So Shikamaru thought at least, and if he bothered to waste time thinking about it, he might as well do it. So he sat himself full up, poked one scrawny finger into Chouji's arm. "Hey, I'm your best friend right, you can tell me anything." Never throw Shikamaru's own words back at him; he'll do the same to you.

Chouji just stared at the other like he had kunai sticking out of his head at odd angles. "No... Tell me who you like too..." Chouji was a stubborn one; he wanted to know who Shikamaru liked. And god, he was going to find out if it killed him...

Chouji's response was meet by awkward silence and an even more awkward look. His cheeks were so bright that he could have sworn that the heat they were giving off could have melted ice. As it were, he was very annoyed over that fact---what kinda man blushes like that over a simple question?
"I'm telling you, it's nobody..."
Nobody, nobody, nobody...okay, it was somebody, but Chouji didn't really need to know that...

Chouji glared at him slightly before smirking. "If 'it's nobody... Then what object is it?" Chouji gave a large smirk of triumph. Even though he was a twit...

It's hard not to laugh over something like that. So Shika did laugh--a short snort, sure, but it was a laugh. The blush was gone though, and the smirk was now a full-blown smile of amusement. Chouji was a bit of an idiot, so he could hint at it, and he'd never guess who he liked. Not that he liked anybody, no no no! Dammit...
"Potato chips," he said while looking back up at the sky.

Chouji stared at Shikamaru with a very... Confused and shocked face. This was... Unexpected. "What are you going to do? Marry a bad and then try to have kids with it?"

Shikamaru grinned, "Naw, marriage is too troublesome. We'll just live together." He looked at Chouji, very amused by the expression on his face. He barely repressed the grin and laugh as he said, "As for the kids, we'll have to adopt, won't we?"

Chouji looked away from Shika as he heaved a heavy sigh. "You're so... Weird..." Chouji couldn't help but give another long sigh. He just... Well... We're better off not trying to figure him out...

Shikamaru pouted, but you'd never get him to admit it. "Me, weird? You're the one who said that Naruto was hot. I mean, com'on... it's Naruto..."

Chouji frowned. "Well... I'm sorry if you don't like the people I'm interested in... Naruto isn't at the top of my list anyways..." Chouji gave a small smile, hoping that Shikamaru would fall for the bait.

Shikamaru, though unknowingly, did fall for the bait. At least, before he had. And he did this time too... by doing the very unexpected. Rolling over so that he was almost face to face with Chouji, and asking with a very serious expression, "And who's on the top of that list?"

Chouji looked at Shikamaru and said matter-of-factly. "Why do you care?" Chouji could feel his face begin to warm up at their closeness...

Shikamaru stared at the slowly spreading flush on his best friends face. Inwardly, he smirked... come to think of it, he smirked outwardly too. Anyway, he slowly brought one of his hands to the presumably empty chip bag that rested between them. He pulled out one of the few remaining chips and stuck it into his mouth.
At least, he did after he said, "Why wouldn't I care?"

Chouji stared at the chip with wide eyes, his blush turning a deeper shade. "Well... Why 'would' you care?" He said in return as he licked his lips slowly.

Chewing, crunching really, on the chip, Shikamaru pretended to think about it. No he didn't. But still.
"What kind of friend doesn't care when their best friend tells them they like someone?"
He then proceeded to eat another chip. There were two left.

Chouji went to grab the bag of chips as he answered, "Nah... You'd probably hit me or something..."

Shikamaru frowned and moved to grab at the chips again. His hand brushed against Chouji's, somehow managing to steal the last two from the bag, leaving nothing but crumbs left. The first one he ate, speaking lightly between bites, "Hitting people is annoying, they usually want to fight with you after that." He held the last chip in his hand.

Chouji stared at the ship before looking at Shikamaru with a small blush. This was going to come out wrong... "Will you promise...? That you won't get mad or hate me?" Chouji asked with some fear in his voice.

Shika placed the last chip on Chouji's lips, smiling patiently--"Ya ya, I promise. Now tell me before I get too annoyed."

Chouji bit on the chip and chewed it slowly before swallowing with one loud gulp. He hated to be defeated by Shika all the time... Though... That wasn't always a bad thing... Was it? "It's..." He paused and heaved a sigh. "Naara Shikamaru..." Chouji let a small smile cross his lips as he looked anywhere but Shika.

Shikamaru smiled softly, "Really? That's funny... I like Akimichi Chouji".

Chouji stared at Shikamaru in shock. It then turned to an angry one as he shut his eyes and gripped his knees in anger. "So... I'm a bag of chips to you?" Chouji looked at Shikamaru with a large smirk on his face now.

Okay... the hell! Chouji was not supposed to respond like that, no no no! Okay, Shikamaru didn't know how he was supposed to respond, but that wasn't the way it was supposed to go! Shikamaru failed to notice the smirk on Chouji's face until after he had blurted out, "NO! YOU'RE MORE TO ME THAN THAT!"

Chouji frowned slightly before looking at the ground. "Then... How much do I mean to you...?" Chouji asked, another blush coming across his face as he twirled his thumbs together.

Shikamaru frowned. That goddamned blush was back again! Of all the things to say, it just had to come out like that, didn't it? This was troublesome; Shika thought only girls did this! "Well... you... umm, well, y'know..."

Chouji smiled and then went to poke Shikamaru's shoulder. "Don't hurt yourself by thinking too much." He gave Shika a smile as he chuckled with laughter at his own statement.

Shikamaru frowned in such a way that it looked more like he was pouting. He probably was, but he was Shikamaru--he'd never admit to that.
"Hn, I'm not Naruto, Chouji. Thinking doesn't hurt my brain, or anything else..." 'It's talking that really screws me up though,' he thought to himself, 'Nothing ever comes out right...'

"Fine..." Chouji turned his head away from Shikamaru in another fake pout. He loved to tease the other boy and he hoped he was doing a good job over all. The more teasing... The more hope for funnier things latter on. "You still angry about me thinking Naruto was hot?"

"Oh course I am... not," Shika hurriedly added the last part, hoping that Chouji hadn't noticed what he actually said. He looked sideways at his best friend, noting with a scowl that he was teasing him once again. Nothing much he could do but tease him right back... even if Chouji was much better at it.
"Ne, besides, everyone knows Uchiha and that freaky Sand-Nin have got it in for Uzumaki. You really want to compete with those two?"

"I couldn't even if I wanted too... I don't really like him anyways... It was just to scruff you up really..." Chouji let his little plan out as he smiled at Shika through closed eyes in a playful way. "Who do you think will win over Naruto anyways? Creepy eye guy or creepy sand guy?" Chouji began to chuckle at the possibilities.

...Damn him. Shikamaru knew that, really he did. He was just relieved that he was right and Chouji hadn't lost his mind. He had never thought for a second that he truly thought Naruto had---he was totally lying, but who needed to know that?
"I don't think I wanna think about that. Naruto attracts the weirdest guys, though. I kinda feel sorry for Hinata, she liked him too." He was quiet for a few more moments, resigning himself to look up at the clouds again. They'd shifted, no longer covering the sun--Shikamaru deeply regretted looking up.

Chouji looked at him with a frown. "Is Naruto even into guys?" Curiosity took over as Chouji shifted closer to Shikamaru for the gossip he so needed.

Shikamaru rubbed furiously at his eyes, trying to eliminate the blinding specs of colored dots the sunlight had caused to fill his vision. Still, he managed to respond, "I'm not sure, really, but I think he might be. For all he cares about Sakura, he seems to care even more about Sasuke. And Gaara too, for that matter..." Shikamaru frowned, blinking rapidly to get the last of the colorful dots out of his line of vision.

Chouji took advantage of Shikamaru's blindness as he kissed lovingly towards his direction, really enjoying some freedom. He smirked to himself as he turned his head down Shika's body with a widening smirk.

Shikamaru froze mid-blink and turned his head slowly in Chouji's direction. He didn't know if he was imagining it or not, but the other boy seemed to be smirking at him. And his eyes were moving up and down... insert that damned blush again, but thankfully not as bright. More of a flushed pink than anything else.
"Oi..." was all that came out of Shika's throat.

Chouji couldn't help it until Shikamaru said something and his head snapped up to meet Shika's gaze. Chouji felt himself turn bright red at being caught. "I-I'm sorry..."

Shikamaru looked perplexed by Chouji's blushing face and down-right confuzzled when he leaned in slightly. There faces were that much closer, but still far apart; "Why were you looking at me like that?"

Chouji looked caught in the act again as he hastily tried to worm his way out of it. "Well... you are hot and all and... oops..." Chouji put a worried hand to his mouth as he scooted back and away from Shikamaru.

Chouji was, in a sense, evil. Kind-hearted and extremely evil. It only made sense that his best friend was too. In an evil-genius kind of way, you might say. Any way you put it, they were both evil, and they teased each other mercilessly. That fact drove Shikamaru to smirk, a full-blown smirk that stretched across his face not-unlike a grin, and edge toward Chouji again.
Mind you, that stupid blush was very stubborn, and even if it was hard to notice, it was still there. All while Shika presumably-innocently asked, "And what?"

Chouji's eyes widened considerably as he stared at Shikamaru. "Well..." His eyes couldn't stop staring at Shika's body as the other leaned in. "You're... basically... Irresistible..." Chouji could feel himself almost purred at the last comment as his face started to turn bright red again.

Shikamaru's face mirrored Chouji's, turning bright red at his last comment. Nobody had ever referred to him as irresistible before, he never though anybody ever would. But somehow... somehow, when Chouji said it, it actually sounded like he meant it.
He kept leaning in, until his forehead rested against Chouji's.

Chouji's flushed face let a small smile cross its features. "Well... Hello Shikamaru..." Chouji smiled to himself as he let his breath pick up a pace.

Shikamaru's breath mingled with Chouji's, his eyelids lowered seductively. "Hey..." He felt breathless, his heart pounding in his ears and his face radiating heat.

Chouji couldn't help it... this was pure torture. He closed the gap between himself and Shikamaru with a small kiss before letting it linger. Wow... He didn't expect to go this far so fast... This was good though... really good...

Shikamaru's eyes slid shut almost instantly after Chouji's lips touched his own. It was a soft kiss, just the light touch of lips that made the most difference in the world. Shikamaru's world at least. Soft and pleasant and sending tingling sensations throughout his body.
His hand lifted itself up and found its way to Chouji's cheek, cupping it gently and adding that little bit more pressure as he leaned even closer.

Chouji let Shikamaru do as he wished as he opened his mouth and licked Shika's bottom lip, asking for entrance. His eyes also shut in a dreamy kind of way, letting the kiss blow him away.

Shika opened his mouth obligingly to Chouji's probing tongue, his hand finding its way up into the other's hair and fisting it. His other hand carefully carried itself up until his other arm was wrapped possessively 'round Chouji's neck.

End Chapter

AN: LOL Sorry… It gets better... LOL