So this is my first fanfic! It revolves mainly around Shikamaru and an Original Character, I was going to try out Temari but it was just not going to work out the way I wanted to. Since this is my first story and all I would love input, good or bad. There may be other pairings later on, but as of right now: Shika/OC.
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"Fish."
"Um…Right there!"
"Yup!"
"Ok, my turn. Hmm… Oh! A big fluffy pillow.
"Hun… All the clouds look like big fluffy pillows."
"I meant this one!" Thump
"Hey! Kumo!"
"What kind of ninja are you that you did not see this coming, Shikamaru!" Said the young female, as she began to pummel the surprised Chunin with the pillow they had been resting on.
"Alright, that's it…" Shikamaru released the only weapon he ever used on the girl, his fingers.
"No!!" Kumo screamed, but it was too late. Shikamaru had already grabbed the girl and began his torturous maneuver.
"TICKLE JUTSU!" yelled Shikamaru with a grin.
Kumo struggled and yelled through fits of giggles. "Shika…. maru! I… give up! No… more!!"
"Whats that my precious Kumo? You want more, you say? Well alright… anything for you!" With one last ticklish blow, Shikamaru finished his victorious battle. The winner grabbed his prize, his Kumo. Through pants and giggles, the two embraced and flopped right back down on the pillow under the sky.
"I don't know why I put up with you, Shikamaru," said Kumo as she ran her fingers through the black head of hair lying on her shoulder.
"You like it," the black haired boy said with a grin.
"…Maybe," Kumo said as she smiled and pulled him closer.
She did like it. She loved everything about the young ninja. For 2 years they had been together. They were past the puppy dog love. Their love had finally evolved into a mature love. They found comfort in each others' arms. Every other day, they would meet at the top of the highest point in their village…just looking at the clouds. They found that there, their deepest thoughts could be shared. Things that bothered them, things that they kept sacred, things that brought joy…anything. Sure they had their problems, but up there they always worked it out.
"Misora, do you know why I call you Kumo?"
Of course she knew why. From the day he finally pronounced his love to her, he began to call her Kumo. He took her up to the hill that they meet on now, and said to her "Kumo, I love you."
"No, pumpkin…why is it again that you call me Kumo?"
"Misora, your name in Japanese means beautiful sky. Before I even knew you, I would come up to this very hill and stare endlessly into the sky. Kumo…It means cloud. These clouds always bring me peace. I love the clouds. I have always felt comfort below them. And now with you, Beautiful Sky…the relationship was finally made known when we first told each other about our love. You are my Cloud, my Kumo… I love you."
Yeah it's cute… for now…
I promise the next chapter is longer. Let me know what you think!
