This is my first try at a Naruto fanfic, in fact this is my second fanfic I have written. I am an avid reader and viewer and huge fan of Naruto in general and Naruto fanfiction
I do not own Naruto, if I did Neji would still be alive, in the anbu black ops and married to Ten Ten...who is on maternity leave from her duties as a kunoichi because they're expecting their third child.
Masashi Kishimoto, you wrote one helluva manga...
The stern shadow user looked up from his paperwork and was surprised to see the sun setting. Looking up slowly and gazing out through the transparent shogi doors with an illustration of deer grazing, Shikamaru Nara exhaled a soft sigh from his mouth.
The sun setting was a breath taking sight to look at. The lazy-nin found himself transfixed by the colors reflecting on the puffy clouds, some were red, yellow, orange, pink and even deep purple.
As he looked out at the seen he found himself reminiscing about his virtually carefree days of his youth at the ninja academy. He'd often skip out on his classes in favor of lying back and relaxing on his favorite bench, just watching the cloud floats by.
Squeezing his eyes shut, the former shirker of responsibility breaks from his childhood memories. With a grunt of frustration, he begins gathering all the papers he signed, on matters pertaining to the Nara clan. The clan he became defacto leader of ten years ago.
As Shikamaru Nara collected remaining paperwork that he freshly signed, permitting or forbidding the many inquiries that members of his clan were anxious for their Lord to consider...His mind couldn't help but wander back to the day he lost most of his demotivation.
When he realized he was going to have to grow up in a hurry and assume responsibility for Konoha's Nara clan...the day he lost his father, Shikaku Nara.
As he rose from his desk, switched off his desklamp, his eyes glazed over with fresh tears that he was determined not to shed. A shinobi's life is not without much more than it's fair share of pain, strife and loss.
The brilliant progeny of the shrewd Allied Shinobi Force's former strategist knew that cold fact better than anyone.
With a lazy but purposeful stride toward his shogi door, smoothly slid the partition to the side and walked out into the cool night.
He wondered if he should even bother going to Ichiraku and grabbing a quick venison ramen to go, before heading home. With a hangry groan he decided against it.
The only all consuming thought in the Nara leader's overworked brain was getting some much needed rest...that and two certain blondes, who seemed to have commandeered most of his thoughts and memories, especially on the anniversary of his father's death.
Shikamaru was puzzled as to why he couldn't seem to shake thoughts of the two temperamental blondes. ' They're just fellow shinobi and comrades as well as good friends.' was what he would tell himself everytime his thought would take on less than pure images of his favorite pair of kunoichi. As he reached hid clan's compounds outter gates, he yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head. When his eyes were closed mid yawn, a very appealing, innocent yet deceptively naughty image of the mind control user of the Yamanaka Clan and the ferocious wind user of suna popped into his head...
Well there you have it, a teaser. More coming soon, please tell me what you think.
