Yay !! Hullo, there... first Shikatema fanfic (be nice please )
Dislcaimer : I don't own Naruto ... but the I do own the idea of the fanfic =D!!
Sighing I slapped my alarm clock and opened my eyes. My room was a mess … I didn't care. They say that a genius can see an order everywhere. Well … that was, what I was referred to. A genius. I thought it too troublesome to talk back; I just let them think what they wanted.
I turned around and fell out of bed, face down – like every morning. I did some push-ups and sit-ups to wake up – like every morning. Standing up after my morning exercise, I grabbed some fresh clothes and went to the bathroom, where I took a quick shower, and dressed into my fresh clothes, not forgetting the deodorant. As troublesome as it was in the morning, it was even more troublesome if I forgot it in the end.
I wore simple things, plain – maybe a bit dark – colors, nothing that was "in" right at the moment. I didn't care about something like this. I think I had a bit of my own style, shared with no one I knew, 'cause who else would ever wear a crimson red shirt and a black tie. My messy hair was put into a bun, where it stood up – it was too troublesome to do something about it. Sometimes … alright "sometimes" is an understatement … apart from "the genius" I was also very often referred to as "the pineapple head". I didn't care about names like those … I even laughed at them. That was just as they were seeing things. Just let them.
Snatching my black bag I hung it over my shoulder and went down the stairs.
"Good Morning, Hun!" my mother greeted me, turning her face from the stove to smile at me.
I went over to her, to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, Mum! Morning, Dad! I'm off!"
"But Hun! You haven't eaten breakfast!" my mum sounded a bit worried.
"I'm not hungry mum!"
"Breakfast is –"
" – the most important meal – "
" – of the day, Shikamaru."
I already knew the sentence. It wasn't the first time I heard it. Recognizing I had said "HER" sentence with her, my mum tried to look angry, but couldn't help to smile a bit. I turned to her and smiled.
"It's alright mum, I won't starve."
" 'kay hun. Have a nice day."
"Bye."
And off I was. Taking out my iPod I stuck the earphones in my ears and switched it on. A song of Louis Armstrong started playing. Yeah, bizarre eh? A student who's listening to Louis Armstrong? I don't care; it's nice for going to school.
After getting up quickly, so my alarm clock wouldn't wake my brothers I swiftly stood up to make breakfast for the two. I never had breakfast, as a matter of fact. When their pancakes lay on their plates and their juices were in their glasses I went to knock on their doors and wake them up.
Opening the first door, I didn't even try to identify his figure from the mess in his room. I turned on the lights, so I wouldn't have to cross the mess, just to open the blindfolds. "Hey Kankouro, get up, it's time for breakfast."
Kankouro is my younger brother, but as I have two younger brothers, he is the older one of the younger ones. Confusing, eh? I like it.
Getting to the next door, I smiled as I stepped in.
The room was tidy, there were no sheets lying around, everything was at its place and my youngest brother was lying sound asleep in his bed.
"Gaara" I softly said.
No reaction. I smiled again, as I walked across the room, kneeling down in front of his bed.
"Gaara." I said again.
His eyes twitched – a sign that he had heard my voice.
"Gaara, it's time for breakfast, get up before Kankouro eats up your pancakes too."
Slowly his eyes opened. He smiled at me. "G'morning Temari."
I patted his head and stood up. "C'mon stand up, today's another HILARIOUS school day."
Quirking one eyebrow up he looked at me. My sarcastic tone was not to be overheard, but my pose was a bit – odd, I admit. My hands up in the air and a huge – false – grin on my face I stood in his doorway. Letting the hands fall I looked at him.
"Man, I'm as tired as you are."
Slurping into the bathroom, I could have sworn to hear a soft giggle.
I was showering quickly, shampooing my hair with my favorite jasmine shampoo, which was a present of Gaara for my birthday. I loved it for it was calming.
After I had stepped out of the tube, put on my fresh clothes and my hair in its usual buns I looked at me. Yeah, I could definitely go out like that.
The lilac shirt was shimmering a bit for there were some silver streaks woven into it. Its sleeves were long and – thank god – covered my arms, they had yet to heal. The plain black denim I wore was … well fitting. Satisfied with me, I went back to my room, grabbing my backpack and going into the kitchen.
"Are you ready, guys?" I asked.
Kankouro jumped as always to get his quick shower and pack his things. Gaara smiled at me. I did that every day, so Kankouro would hurry up. Gaara was intelligent enough to get up the time I said, to have a quick shower in the second bathroom and to eat his breakfast.
10 minutes later we were walking to school.
"Man, every time you do this. Every time you get me to hurry up. Every time." Kankouro scowled.
"That is, because if you wouldn't hurry up we would all be late."
"Why, you two could go ahead and I –"
A look of me was enough to shut him up. "Kankouro you know exactly that we can't risk that …" I only whispered.
School was boring – just like always. Despite my young age I was sitting in senior classes, and even without paying much attention I had no problems being the number one – the geek that I was.
I was sitting in the first row, scribbling something into my notebook now and then, to remind myself of the most complicated terms of the teachers talk. I really enjoyed it. No one looked at me, well … almost no one. There was exactly one person who looked into my direction. Knowing that she didn't look at me but at the watch that was in my direction I didn't care. Yet … she wasn't that bad looking.
Oh, screw that. I was the geek and she was a normal school girl, no way I could ever even TALK to her.
When the bell was ringing I was one of the last ones to get out. I could see her pass by. She wasn't that bad looking.
"Temari, wait a minute, I'd like to talk to you." I heard the teacher's distant voice.
Packing my things I was about to leave, when I also heard my name. Turning around I saw that Temari girl still standing there. This could become troublesome.
"Shikamaru, I'd like you to meet Temari. And I have a slight request. Could you find some time to give her private lessons please, to get her grades up in Chemistry."
"Sure."
Hell if I had only known what trouble I had gotten myself into.
It was not that she was stupid … just … troublesome. She seemed to have real problems with it. Well … it was only Chemistry and that for consisted of a lot of confusing names (seen from her view) and numbers. But it was so logical, wasn't it? I mean … it is logical.
"Thank you. Please try to cover this year's themes."
He handed over a copy of the teacher's book. It wasn't my first time holding a copy of the teacher's book. And there's nothing really special with it. It's a book with questions and answers, but explanations … like a manual.
"Right, you are dismissed."
We walked outside.
"Okay, listen, pineapple head. I really am problematic with Chemistry. You are the fifth to give me private lessons, so if you want to quit right now it's alright but give me the book, so I can at least try and study the explanations."
Wow. THAT was something different. I had expected her to become all bitchy, but THAT?
I smirked.
"And you think that you would succeed with the teacher's book?"
"At least there are explanations in it."
"You think you're going to understand them?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"You're blond."
"And you're a freak. I just wanted to be nice."
I smirked down at her. Why would she be trying to be nice, when it was so much more like her to be really angry.
"I don't care being a freak. But I think you care about getting a good grade in Chemistry."
She scowled at me.
"Good girl. Now when are you finished with school."
"4 p.m."
"Good. We will meet in front of the portal and we will go to my place so we can begin tout de suite.1"
"Très bien mon pauvre cretin, à tout à l'heure.2"
I smiled as she stomped away. Not even turning around once. French sure was none of her problem subjects. Slipping the teacher's book into my bag, I continued to my next class.
1) tout de suite = immediately
2) Très bien mon pauvre crètin, à tout à l'heure. = Very well, my poor asshole, see you later.
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