Bothersome Costumes Author
Series: Naruto
Pairing:
Choji/Shikamura
Genre: Romance
Word Count:
303
Progress: Complete.
Notes: K+. For the
following:
queershinobi100
(minifest: All Hallow's Eve 2009);
52_flavours
(prompt: 22- Charisma: a form of voodoo ).
Summary: What is Halloween about?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto franchise or any characters or events that align with those of the series, and do not claim to do so. I also do not claim to own any copyrighted items, any items not copyrighted but still owned by another party, any real locations I may mention, or crossed-over characters I may incorporate. I do own this story, the plot, and any original characters or locations I create.
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"You should have dressed up," I said. Twilight already had begun transforming the sky: vibrant carrot oranges, raw maroons and a sprinkling of color powder clouds twirling across the horizon; night creeping up behind us.
"Bothersome costumes. Spending time and money on something I will never wear again."
I reached for a chip. My fingers secured two. "That's not what it's about." The potato crisps fractured between my teeth.
"What then?"
I paused, looking down on my own outfit. White. A hat on my lap. Also white—white like mozzarella. Teuchi was honored someone thought so much of him to disguise in his likeness for a day. People liked the costume; thought it clever—although it did remind everyone of Naruto. Naruto who had gone to get stronger. Could I be stronger too? "It's about imagination. You know, mind stuff. Pretending like you aren't you. Being someone—something—anything else for a day."
"And why would I want to be anyone else?"
Oh. Right. "Um..." I ate another chip. "Well..." He's right. He's perfect. Perfect Shikamura. His ash black hair tied back; slim, pointy features; a shadow of sarcasm eternally writ on his lips. Silence stilled between us.
His hand appeared on my bicep. I tensed slightly and looked to him—his expression soft—softer than he usually allowed. A blush smeared his cheeks as if he had been cooking in front of a hot stove. He got that look—the one that enveloped his face when he thought. He leaned forward.
"Hey. Choji."
He was really close. I could almost taste his exhales as they seeped from his thin lips. "Yeah?"
"I love you just the way you are. But I must admit, the costume does look great on you."
I hazarded a kiss. He kissed me back.