AN: I'm in love with the mother's of the Rookie 9, and I wanted to do a piece dedicated to them. So first up is Yoshino and Shikamaru. This might be a little sketchy with POV and flow, but please bare with me, better chapters will be up. :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, then Naruto would not be turning in to this uber powerful fluorescent freak.
It wasn't much of a surprise to the lazy Nara man; he had seen his wife wiggy and uptight before. And now it was only going to get worse and he was (as lazy as the poor man was) preparing himself for it.
With the birth of their son, Yoshino had become an even harder tightwad.
"Don't lift him from under the arms yet, he's still too fragile, Shukaku!" the woman could be on the other side of the house and she'd still be able to sense a disturbance in her newborn's status.
"You're burping him too hard, just pat his back."
"You incompetent man, give me my baby."
And off she'd go with his son, whisking him out of his dangerous arms and in to her own loving ones. Tightwad might not be the correct term for her anymore, Shukaku though as he watched Yoshino feed the baby. Maybe something like 'overprotective' or 'doting' would work.
"Shikamaru get up! School starts in an hour!"
Like a woman possessed, she'd charge down the hall decked in her white apron and open her child's door, walking in and tearing open the blinds.
"Mooooom!"
"Hurry up and get in the kitchen, eat your breakfast and get dressed. Are you still wearing those boxers? When's the last time I washed them? Take them off and put then in the hamper, I won't have my son going to school smelling like a homeless person," on and on she went, picking the seven year-old up and plopping him on the floor, patting his shoulder and motioning for him to take off the offending boxers.
Down they went and now Shikamaru's powdery butt-cheeks were front and center before his mother's eyes.
Yoshino sighs and thinks back to the days of dirty diapers and baby powdered bums. Looking at them now, the mother smiled when not a striking change could be seen in the little cheeks.
"Here, something clean for that cute butt of yours," Yoshino hands over a fresh pair of boxers and her son blushes lightly at the mention of his cheeks.
"Thanks mom."
The two move like a blur back to the kitchen. Shikamaru is plopped in his chair and a plate of hot breakfast is slid before him with a fork ready next to it.
Perfectly executed like clockwork.
"Can I have some salt, mom?" The boy was caked in fatigue, his droopy eyes and flat tone reminded his mother of his dear old dad.
"Here," Yoshino plopped the shaker next to the plate, running a soft hand over the crown of her son's head as she returned to the stove.
"Thank you."
And that's when the woman realized her life was boring, mundane at best.
"Shikamaru?"
"Yeah, mom?" The boy looked up from his eggs, eyes curious at his mother's tone.
"Do you want to stay home today?" Yoshino walked over to where he sat at the table and kneeled down next to his chair, eyes looking in to his.
"Why?"
"Well I rarely get to spend time with you anymore and you already know most of what the teacher talks about so you won't be missing much."
"But you never let me miss school…are you okay? Are you sick or something?"
The mother laughed lightly and patted Shikamaru's hand.
"You're my son, and I want you to learn. But I also want to spend time with you, and that's more important."
For a moment, Shikamaru watched his mother carefully, trying to figure out if she had snapped or she was trapping him.
But the look in her eyes was telling him differently: they were soft and hopeful for him to say yes. And as much as he loved school, he'd trade a history lesson for his mom any day.
"Okay, that sounds cool."
Because everyone just loooooves school. I shouldn't say that, I like being at school more than being at home... O.o
Please let me know what you think and any suggestions or tips are always welcome! :)
