Clouded Imagination

i dont own naruto

please read. it shouldn't be hard to keep up with. no inner selves thank god.

The blonde girl started at the black haired boy who was lying down on the ground. Lazy ass, doesn't do anything all day, he's smart though, I'll give him that, but not smart enough to realize that he could be a jounin already if he actually bothered, but no, its too troublesome. She approached the boy with a small smile on her face.

Shikamaru was staring up at the clouds like usual. Temari was in Konoha and he knew it was his job to be with her at all times, to escort her around the city. Troublesome. That word pretty much says it all. But today he really couldn't be bothered. He'd left her a note under her door saying that he would meet up with her at the dango stall at noon for lunch; he needed to go clear his head.

The leaves rustled and a few blew down on to him but he couldn't be bother to move his hand to through it away. That's when he saw her bending over him. His morning of alone time was gone.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice sounding distant, bored. He looked at the woman standing above him. She was around three years old than him, she was also very clever, she was pretty though he wouldn't admit it aloud but she was very loud and commanding. His father would like her, she was just like mother.

"Your supposed to be stuck like glue to me."

"And?"

"Your not, your slacking off."

"I didn't think you'd complain about having personal space."

"There's a difference between escorting me around town and personal space."

"This is too troublesome, I give up."

"Give up what."

"Arguing."

"Don't say arguing, say debating or disagreeing."

"Troublesome." And with that he shut his eyes. "Why aren't you with the girls?"

"Sakura's working at the hospital, Ino's on a mission, Hinata's has family issues"

"Tenten?"

"She's with Neji."

"So?"

"It's like a date, no way I'm interrupting that."

"Like?"

"They're not officially going out, but they may as well be. Everyone knows their totally smitten with each other, its kind of depressing to be around them." She lay down next to him and closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing for a few minutes.

"Do you just watch the clouds, or do you make shapes out of them?" She finally asked, she always though cloud watching was boring, but then again, she loved creating characters out of the skies as a kid.

"I don't make shapes, I see them."

"What does that cloud remind you of?"

"Where?"

"There." Pointing her hand towards the sky

"Shougi"

"What."

"You heard me."

"Strange, I thought it was Miso soup."

"What about that one?" Shikamaru said, pointing his hand towards the west. "I think it's a flute."

"Dango, definitely dango."

"What's with all the food?"

"I'm hungary, I can't help it.", she turned her teal eyes towards him, then back up to the sky. "What does that cloud remind you of?"

"You."

"Strange, I thought it was you."

(was in my original account, but has since moved, hence why it may seem familiar)

the aim: short 'n' sweet

a bit hard to get with this pair. sorry if the characters aren't realistic

please review. constructive critiscm wanted.

thanks for reading