Distracting Addiction
Summary: She said she would be his distraction, she didn't know she already was.
Her eyes were twitching as she narrowed her eyes at the pineapple head. Her azure eyes were currently glaring at his nonchalant figure as he continued to smoke the death stick. He continued to blow out puff of smoke ignoring her heated glare. Crossing her arms underneath her breasts, she straightened up her back and finally turned away. Scowling at the thought of what cigarettes could do to her good friend, she let out an angry sigh.
"I'm leaving," she huffed out and started to walk off.
"Oi," he sounded, "… what's wrong."
She glanced behind her to see him stomping out the death stick as he stuck his hands in his pockets.
"I don't know why you are still trying to kill yourself, let alone that supposed genius brain of yours," the blonde frowned.
He didn't say anything but let out a defeated sigh as he walked up to her. Still with her arms crossed, she continued walking with him beside her.
"I tell you so many times how it's bad for you," Ino pouted letting her arms fall to her sides, "… I think I give up."
He glanced at her and smirked.
"It isn't like you to give up," he reminded holding onto his small smile.
"It doesn't help if the person doesn't want to change," she retorted with a sneer.
He sighed once again and looked before him as she did the same.
"I got it!" she exclaimed after a brief period of silence.
I knew it was too good to be true… he let out a heavy sigh mentally.
"Shikamaru," she aimed her eyes at him with a determined spark, "… I will attempt to distract you whenever you are itching to grab one of those death sticks!"
"Ino," he frowned, "…you aren't supposed to tell me your plan?"
"You would've figured it out anyways," she shrugged, "… you think too much too. This is one less thing to worry about," she smiled brilliantly at him and his frown deepened.
That smile means trouble, he thought though he felt a pinch of rumble in his tummy.
They continued the walk and his eyes continued to wander to the blonde who looked as if what she said had no effect on him. How was he supposed to not think about her distracting him? How was she going to pull it off? What was she planning? What exactly does she expect? How would she know he would be getting a smoke? He huffed out and stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets feeling the outline of the cigarette box.
"Shikamaru!" she exclaimed and his eyes looked at her bright ones, "… come with me inside!"
He was about to protest, but he already knew it was a lost cause. So he let her pull him inside the store and held the clothes she threw at him. Standing with piles of clothes in his hands stacked up to his chin, he looked around blankly. He was the only man in the room and that made him uncomfortable. Shifting his eyes to look for his friend, he noticed she was talking to a store clerk. She was always so animated and it made him a bit envious. He was never very outgoing or sociable, while Konoha's flower was more than that. She easily talked to others as if they had known each other for quite some time. He, on the other hand, learned at a young age that staying quiet to yourself brought less drama.
"Shikamaru!" she called out with a wave as he walked over with the clothes in hands.
"How long am I going to be holding this," he complained in a mumble.
"Stop being so lazy," she reprimanded as she walked to the fitting room.
He followed but the itching to grab a smoke was quickly in need.
"Put those clothes in here," she ordered with a smile and he did, "… wait outside for me okay?"
He sighed and sat on the small bench in front of her stall. He noticed they were the only one there and something struck in his mind.
You're in the fitting room alone with your good friend, who is hot and stripping in the stall right in front of you right now, his perverted mind brought out with astonishment.
It's Ino, his rational side reminded.
That doesn't mean she isn't attractive and damn sexy as hell, the first voice chuckled.
You are not a pervert, the rational part of him retorted.
You can't tell me you haven't wondered? He swore this voice have to belong to Naruto- that perverted brat.
"Shikamaru," he heard her voice from behind the curtain before pushing it to the side, "… can you zip me up?"
"Why am I here?" he questioned reaching out to zip the dress that hug a little too tight to her body.
His fingers brushed her bare back and he swore she shivered under his touch or was that him? He shook that thought and finished zipping her up quickly. Stepping back, he noticed how round Ino's behind was and it took everything in him to look up once she turned to face him.
"How does it look?" she questioned posing for him as she looked at herself.
"Where are you planning on wearing that?" he was curious.
"Maybe on a date or to a party," she shrugged.
"It looks nice," he admitted with a nod.
"It or me?" Ino questioned.
"Both," he leaned back and she smiled that brilliant smile again.
As she entered the stall and closed the curtain, he felt his heart was beating quicker.
See! You know she is freakin' hot! The perverted voice shouted.
She is your teammate, you childhood friend, his rational thoughts kept reminding him.
They say friends becoming lovers are always better, the perverted voice explained with a smirk.
"What about this Shikamaru?" Ino opened the curtain to reveal her printed blouse and short mini skirt.
Look at those legs! Her perverted brain continued to point out, her chest is magnificent!
"Looks tight," he decided to say.
"Well," she paused in her turns, "… it's a little tight around my thighs…"
It because you have a nice round…
"… the top looks good thought, right?" she looked over to him for advice.
"Yeah, the top looks good," he agreed and she smiled shyly and went back to closing the curtain.
Looks good enough to grab and… his perverted mind continued to snicker.
He shook his head hoping to clear his mind. He needed a smoke now. He got up and was about to walk out of the store, when Ino called out his name again.
"Shikamaru," she looked at him, "… what do you think of this?"
He stared at her for the longest time as his eyes skimmed her. This dress was not tight like the others, but it emphasized her chest, legs, and waists very well that he couldn't help skimming over her body once more before facing her waiting eyes.
"I like this one best," he offered a smile.
"Really?" how was it that her smile has gotten so bright, "… let me change out of this and we can go, okay?"
He nodded and sat back down. Sighing, he flexed his fingers thinking of anything but his friend's body. Grunting out in anger at himself, he felt the cigarette box in his pant pocket. When Ino emerged, she didn't change out of the dress. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled coyly at him as she headed to the counter. He walked behind her and when she was reaching into her purse to grab the amount of cash needed, he had already paid for it. She blinked up at him and smiled.
"Thank you Shikamaru," she smiled at him.
"It's nothing," he replied back as they walked out of the store.
"It is something," she frowned, "… it makes me happy that you did that even though you didn't have to," she turned to him and stopped, "… if you keep thinking like that, girls will think you don't care enough and did it out of mere timing."
She placed her hand on her hip in her famous pose and looked at him confused.
"Shikamaru," she frowned slightly, "… I know you were itching to smoke."
His eyes widened slightly before he sighed and continued walking.
"I was," he admitted as they continued walking, "… but it seemed I was distracted."
"Really?" she blinked out in surprised.
He glanced at her and let out a small smile.
"Yeah!" she threw a fist in the air in pride, "… there is nothing I can't do!"
He shook his head at her childish antics, but his smile stayed in place.
"Oi," he called out, "… let's go meet Chouji before he eats everything."
"Alright," she smiled and he let her drag him.
-o-o-
"Chouji!" Ino yelled out as he stood up.
"It was your fault," the swirly cheek male accused, "… I have to leave now."
"Sit down Couji," Ino gritted out.
"Neh, Ino," Chouji looked apologetic, "… I have to go train with my dad."
"Go ahead Chouji," Shikamaru waved, "… it's alright."
"But Shikamaru!" Ino looked at him, "… we don't get to see each other or even get together in so long," she whined.
"There is always tomorrow," he sighed and waved goodbye to Chouji.
Ino stood and grabbed the round man into a hug before watching him leave.
"I guess I should be happy you aren't heading out too," she sighed before she narrowed her eyes, "… right?"
"I'm all yours," Shikamaru held his hands up in surrender.
"Good," she smiled and he couldn't help wanting to see it again.
What the hell is wrong with me, he asked himself.
It's your feelings, his rational side confessed.
You want her underneath you, his perverted side laughed aloud.
Chewing hard on his piece of meat, he glanced up to see Ino placing more meet onto the grill. His eyes glanced down to her exposed shoulders and he found himself gulping down hard. Not realizing the meat was still in his mouth, he started to let out hard coughs. Ino got up and smacked his back as she continued to ask if he was alright. Once his coughing fit stopped, he nodded and she went back to her seat keeping her worried gaze at him.
You got distracted, that perverted voice continued to harass him and he couldn't argue with it.
Not looking at her once after the coughing fit, he ate his meals in silence.
"Why are you so quiet?" she questioned chewing on a small meat.
"Too much on my mind," he replied.
"Is it your job… you know as a strategist and all," she questioned curious.
"Hm," he sounded but he didn't look at her.
"Hey Shika," her voice was soft and he had flashbacks to when they were younger. She only used that voice when something became serious and she didn't know how to handle it or it was a confession.
He looked to her and noticed she was staring at him with a look of worry and confusion.
"What is it Ino?" he asked with concern in his tone.
"Mm," she sounded looking away unsure of how to continue before facing him again, "… I was wondering if I can call you Shika again."
He stared at her and blinked what she had just asked in. He had to admit that she hasn't called him that in quite a long time. Why did she stop? When did she? He continued to look into her eyes and his fingers itched to touch her face.
Told you, you wanna… but before his perverted mind could continue, his rational one chimed in.
She stopped calling you Shika when she started fancying the Uchiha kid.
"Why?" he decided to question with furrowed brows leaning in interested to hear her answer.
"Because," she smiled leaning in, "… I want to."
"There isn't a reason for you to ask me then, is there?" he smirked as he continued eating the rest of the meat on his plate.
"That's right!" she exclaimed laughing as she finished what was on her plate.
-o-o-
"Shika," her voice spoke up as they exited the restaurant, "… just because you didn't smoke your death stick today, doesn't mean you are going to quit, right?"
He looked at her to see her worry expression.
"I'll try," he murmured only to feel a slap on his back, "… geez!"
"Shika," her tone was serious as she placed her hand on her hip, "… don't do it so much then, at least promise me that."
"How can I promise something like that?" he mumbled facing away from her.
"I don't want you to die early," she said softly and his eyes shot toward her.
Was it real? Was her eyes brimming with tears or was it just the lighting at night that made those eyes of hers glisten?
"Fine," he frowned.
"I'm serious," she grabbed him into a hug, "… I can't lose you too," she whispered pecking his cheek.
As she pulled back, he stared at her with understanding eyes. She said her goodbyes and left him watching her retreating figure.
What are you doing?! Don't just stand there! Take her right now! Came his perverted thought.
She trusts you, his logical part spoke up.
He sighed and looked up at the sky to see a few stars lighting the night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the cigarette box. Flipping the lid, he noticed he only has three left. Contemplating if he should take one now to calm his mind or not, he looked back to where the blonde female took off.
"I can't lose you too…"
He frowned. Why did she have to go and say something all sentimental like that?
"Troublesome woman," he mumbled aloud and smiled realizing he didn't feel the need to smoke tonight.
Author's Note:
Just wanted to tell you all that this would be a fairly short read- planning on making it three chapters only. Hope you enjoy!
love,
kiwi4me