Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Full Metal Alchemist.
Warning: Bad grammar probably. A short bit of fic. AU slightly. I wrote this on a whim, I hope someone likes it.
AN: Takes place slightly before Shippuden, so Shikamaru is 16 and Temari is 18.
Summary: The origins of Temari's infamous black Kimono. Eh? What's Shikamaru got to do with it?
Offhand
One-shot
"You shouldn't wear so little."
Shikamaru had made the offhanded comment when he managed to pull his glaze from the skies. His eyes had swung to the blond training on the field and he lazily noted (with a lift of an eyebrow) that with every wave of her fan, her skirt rose up just a bit, giving him a quick glance of milk-pale thighs.
He wasn't the only one who noticed.
In the tree above him, Naruto's orange clad figure drooled. In another tree, Kakashi alternated his glances between the novel in his hands and her figure. Kiba and Akamaru were in the bushes across the field. Shino was behind that rock and Konohamaru was underneath the blanket disguise as grass.
Shikamaru even noticed Rock Lee shyly peering from behind a tree with a nervous, flush face.
"You shouldn't wear so little."
The words just came out.
Temari stopped her training.
"What's that suppose to mean?" she growled. There was a tick at the side of her head.
"Some people might get the wrong impression," he said.
Her entire face turned red with rage.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SKIMPILY-CLAD THAT SHE COULD BE MISTAKEN FOR A BROTHEL WORKER?!"
Did he say that? Shikamaru was pretty sure those weren't his words. It was too troublesome to correct her, so instead he watched as she foamed at the mouth. Her green eyes narrowed as her lips thinned.
"You're a real jerk, you know that?"
She stormed off.
Shikamaru turned his glaze back to the clouds.
...
Shikamaru couldn't help the small burn of irritation when he notice a group of chunins eyeing her as he toured with her around the village.
The words left his mouth before it registered to his brain.
"Maybe you should change shirts," he said.
The day was hot and her sweat was making her shirt cling to her body like a second skin.
"WHO ARE SAYING WEARS SO LITTLE THAT SHE THINKS A LEAF IS A FULL-JOUNIN OUTFIT?!"
Shikamaru honestly didn't have rhyme or reason for his impromptu comments about her clothing. It wasn't like he took the time to notice what girls normally wore. But still... he couldn't help compare her choice of outfits to other girls like Ino and Sakura.
...
"WHO ARE YOU SAYING WEARS SO LITTLE THAT SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE ALLERGIC TO CLOTHING?!"
...
"WHO ARE YOU SAYING WEARS SO LITTLE THAT NEXT TO HER THE AVERAGE HOOKER LOOKS LIKE A HOUSEWIFE?!"
He watched as she stormed away with steam billowing from her ears.
He glared at the group who were ogling her backside.
"Doesn't that just means you like her?" Choji asked through a mouth full of chips.
They sat on Choji's back porch.
Shikamaru thought on it before he raised a hand to cover his eyes.
So that was it.
He liked her. Apparently enough to warrant getting jealous of anyone who looked at her the wrong way.
"Where are you going?" Choji asked when he noticed Shikamaru getting up.
"To think."
Shikamaru stuffed his hand into his pockets and lazily shuffled away.
...
Shikamaru saw her jaw drop when she saw him at the doorway, bright and early. He was at her guesthouse ready to escort her out of the village.
He kept his own expression mute, but his eyes couldn't help but go to the modest, black garb she had on.
She flushed slightly.
"It's not because of you!" she snapped.
Shikamaru shrugged.
"It looks good on you," he said.
She turned her face away. "Whatever."
When they reached the gates, she turned to him.
"You should hurry up and become a jounin like me," she said. She leaned towards him.
Even after her figure disappeared behind the sand dunes, Shikamaru could still feel the press of her lips against his cheek.