Hi! Originaly I wrote this story in my native language - so it's kind of selftranslation. So I'll appreciate if you give me some hints about misusing words or expressions. Hope you'll enjoy the story as well.

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Nara Family notes. Intuition.

Oh, good god! What made me so nervous? Intuition, hnn? Signs which we get but cannot recognize – that's what intuition is. Then what have I seen in them? There is nothing special that the two of them were walking along the street – they use to work together. It's not the first time he's her guide. And I've seen them before. She and her brothers had a dinner at our house after that mission she saved him. But right now… hmm, as if I can't tell relaxed Nara from Nara acting relaxed – I observe him all his life plus those many years I observe his father - Tweedledum and Tweedledee. Ok, maybe he took some stubbornness and orderliness after me. Ugh, it's too soon for this problem to appear – haven't expected that from my little slacker. How fast he grew up – tall and well-built – such a handsome boy. They looked absolutely cute together – that's true. The girl is stunning – curves, big eyes, gait. She just sways her hips and all my infusions about civilian, sweet, not ugly nor beautiful wife means nothing. Heh, Ino haven't you run for too long after dreamboats? This girl uses more brains, she's bit older though. The girl was looking at me the different way – that's it! I suppose it's too early to talk to her, though there is more of a chance that she'll spill out something – she looks foreright and self-confident – I'd say I like her, she's capable to bear my lazy son in hand. But that's such a drag she is from another village and more over Kage's sister. Tch, how far my thoughts strayed already – still it can be only a spacey concept – I have to query Shikamaru about it. Not that I believe he'll tell me at the first place, ha-ha… But ain't I his mother? So, I need to buy fresh mackerel, and let me see… some spices also. I've bought mushrooms already, but that's ok, I'll cook up something. He won't run past mackerel, will he? "Mum, I'm not hungry. I'm going to bed." What if he runs? No, no, it's impossible – he won't commit himself that way. So, what's the time? Oh, ok, I'll get on to her in a butcher's.

- Oh, hi, darling! How are you? How's Choza, Choji? Why are you here all alone with so many bags? That's so unhandy! Oh, at the training for couple of days – I see. When are they back? Tomorrow morning? That's great. Mine are both in the village. Shikamaru's working upon upcoming Tchunin exams, yeah. What girl? Uh-huh, he's her guide… You know, our kids grow so fast. Choji drift in two days ago – he's taller then me by a half of head at least maybe even more. Sounds great! The day after tomorrow will be perfect. Haven't been to springs for a couple of weeks by now. Yes, yes – gathering – I had to while it was blooming. See you, dear. Good luck!

I'm into luck! He won't be able to have dinner at Akimichi's – I needn't even think of anything. And he feeds her ice-cream amid the street! What else do not I know about my own child? Still he has to understand how troublesome it would be to court this girl. I remember how Shikaku feasted me on plums… and Inoichi and Choza catcalled us, ha-ha-ha. And then we were kissing on the roof for the first time… And then went to gather hazelnuts in the wood… And his mother… no-no I'll never push them that hard – it was so… awkward. We became friends later though. I should ask them for dinner at our place together. What if to ask her to springs? Oh, yes, as if she'd want our company – old ladies with old ladies' talk. If I invite her for tomorrow's dinner Shikamaru won't probably tell her. How can I get them together for a chit-chat then? Ask Shikaku's help?

- Oh, hello Konohamaru. Are you for Shikamaru? He's in the office… for me? What's that? Sweet chestnuts ? Shikaku-sama asked whom for dinner? Thank you, honey.

Sweet chestnuts? Shikaku asked Temari-san for dinner and passed a pack of chestnuts? Does she like sweet chestnuts? Am I hallucinating? … Son, is that you betting the ranch?!

In the kitchen Yoshino was lumbering the dishes in such summoning manner that Shikaku gave up, signed, put his book away and got up from futon.

- You need no worry that much. Our boy is acting gallant just the way you brought him up – he went to see the guest.

- One hour twenty three minutes, Shikaku. Is he escorting her to Suna?

- But you know our son. He won't be in a hurry without a good reason. He's probably just watching stars…

- Today I began to wonder if I know our son. And you? That was him who gave you an idea to ask Temari –san for dinner, wasn't it?

- I'm sure you know why he did it, - laughed Shikaku.

- Doesn't he think that I won't ask him about his relationship with this girl now?

- I think this dinner halved the amount of possible questions.

- You know, it's even worse, Shikaku. He readdressed those questions to us. And I ask you as his father and as Hokage's advisor in one person what shall we do to make our son happy? Shall we shut him out of seeing Kazekage's sister in a hope that time and space will kill the attraction and maybe even love between the two of them? Or shall we find the way to make their relationship legal?

- Aren't you jumping to conclusions, sweetheart? – Shikaku frowned, - yes, our boy obviously fell for her, but he is very judgmatic…

- Judgmatic? He is intimate with her! – there were hints of desperation in Yoshino's voice.

- Oh, come on! What made you think so?

- Intuition. Maternal intuition.