He opened his eyes slowly and deeply breathed in the stuffy air of the room he just woke up.
'Where am I?' He thought to himself feeling a migraine overwhelming his thinking. He sat down and looked around. A modest room with a enormous bed he was lying in. Way too many pillows to belong to a man. 'Did I…?' He turned his head energetic from left to right and finally found the evidence he was looking for. A used condom on the floor. He stared at it with mixed feelings of disgust and satisfaction and finally whispered 'I did it.' . A deep breath in and he gave a standard sight while falling back in the sea of different sized pillows. 'Just who is she?' He closed his eyes now that even the incoming sun started to irritate him. He tried to think back to the last evening but without much success- it all was a blurry mess.
More or less, the last thing he could remember was him drinking with the guys at Naruto's bachelor party. He was quite enjoying the evening when Kiba started cheering that Naruto would finally get laid and as the topic started it finally ended up on him.
'YO! Shika, have you finally done it with Ino?!' He yawped loud as always.
'Ino's my friend you dickhead. We're not dating…' He replied already slightly irritated. He was definitely sick and tired of being asked if there was anything going on between the two of them. They were close childhood friends. That's all. Period. What more, and Kiba didn't know, she was already dating a shy guy who also was a pack of the gang. Not really sure why but she asked him to keep it secret at least for now, so he only snapped back and glanced at the tall black-haired who was sipping his drink.
'Hey grandpa, don't know if somebody told you but times have changed. You don't need to be dating a girl to bang her!' Kiba laughed in a incredibly irritating way. 'Better do something or you'll stay a virgin forever Nara.' He looked defiantly at the ponytailed. 'Counts the same for you Choji!'
That was the point Shikamaru got really pissed off. Kiba could call him names and he wouldn't give a damn but he knew Choji would and that the man-woman things were a sensitive topic for his chubby friend. He didn't have it easy with the girls or actually anyone. 'Listen dog-lover, I could get laid any time if I only wanted to.' He hissed unwilling, letting his opponent know how far he got him.
Kiba smiled. 'Challenge accepted. If you won't get laid tonight you'll do anything I want for you and you'll call me master for a whole day.'
'I'm not thirteen to play challenge…' He crossed his arms in front of him.
'Pussy!' He smiled as wide as he could showing his animal like fangs.
' You won't get me to accept that.'
'Because you know you would lose. Pussy.'
' What would I get if I won anyway?' He knew he already lost and there was no way he could reject that challenge. They all might look like 20 but in heart the all were thirteen or younger. Boys stay boys.
'You'll get laid? That's not award enough?'
'What would you do for me Kiba?'
'I would say I was wrong and do anything you would ask me to. No matter how ridiculous.' The prize was too good. Shikamaru was already imagining all the things he could ask Kiba to do or wear, so he only smirked and added.
'Deal.'
Once settled the game was ready to begin. He now remember being absolutely lost of how he should even start but they wouldn't call him the master mind for nothing, would they? So he remember coming up with a plan. What plan? That was the part he started to get inconsistent scenes in his head. 'How did I end up here?' He rolled to the side. 'In the end that's not the worst thing that could have happened to me…' He sighed again. He had fun, lost his virginity to a total stranger in the club and doesn't even know where he is at the moment. 'It could be worse…' He laughed under his breath. He found if bitterly funny that he had sex and can't remember one thing. Even how the girl looked like. 'What if she's ugly?' His eyes widened. He really deeply hoped she wasn't ugly. There was a chance his friends saw him leaving. Knowing Kiba he must have put an eye on him and definitely saw the girl he disappeared with. 'If she's ugly it'll be even worse than it would be if I didn't get any.' Again a nervous look around the room. 'No pictures.' He rolled his eyes.' Why did you expect pictures, idiot? It's not like she would hang them up for random people she dragged home from the club.' Another scary thought. 'Did I go home with a slut? God knows how many were here before me.' One more glance at the condom. 'Disgusting.' He suddenly felt like a rape victim. He decided to get dressed and get home. Wherever he was right now. He sat down at the edge of the bed and just put on one of his socks and was searching for the pair when he heard a grunt behind his back. He froze and very slowly turned towards the door, constantly repeating in his head 'Please, don't let her be ugly… Please, don't let her be ugly… or fat…but first of all, please, don't let her be ugly…' He closed his eyes just before he could see her and then gathering all of his courage he opened them wide trying to extract a simple hi out of his mouth but without success. 'No way she's a slut.' He taught to himself while staring. The girl he saw was leaning at the doorframe with a strict face, holding a coffee in her hand. She was slim, blonde, middle height and dressed formally with heels on her feet. 'Who's wearing shoes in an apartment?'
'Hi.' She interrupted his analysis.' Slept well?'
She was nicer than she looked like and he managed to smile but rather stupidly.
'A bit hangover.' He stood up, making things worse. He looked even more idiotic with only his boxers and one sock on, and that ridiculous smile that looks rather like bloatedness.
'I can imagine.'
'A smile?' He looked at her face carefully. Her skin was flawless, but this…was this suppoused to be a smile? Her face looked like it tried to be friendly but her cold hearted soul wouldn't let her. She was somehow scary. What woman isn't scary?
'You know… I'm sorry to interrupt your morning routine, but some have to go to work, you know?' Again that strange smile-kind expression.
'Work, right…' He turned around and now faster tried to get his things together. 'On a Saturday? But that explains the heels…' He thought while once more staring at her, pretty long, as he has realized, legs.
'I'll wait in the kitchen.'
'Sure thing….' He got dressed and just put his hands in his sweatshirt when he felt something soft in it. He pulled it out and blushed. Pink thongs. How did they end up in his pocked? Only God and she knew. He put them back in his pocket. Evidence in case Kiba wouldn't want to believe him. He walked out of the room through the spacious apartment to the open kitchen. A lovely smelling cup of coffee was waiting for him at the counter. 'Could be not that bad to have a girlfriend…' He smiled to himself and for a second thought how it would be if he asked her out. Just as he wanted to grab the cup again her voice reached her out of nowhere.
'That's not yours, that's mine. Hands off.'
The illusion was gone. She was now wearing a matching trench coat and holding a fancy looking small bag.
'Sorry… ' He looked puzzled.
' You want some go get some at Starbucks. It's just at the corner. Listen…' She looked troubled. 'What's your name again? '
'Shikamaru and yours?' He was glad she asked first.
'Temari. Right. Shikamaru, I really don't do that kind of things normally…' A pause. Even she taught that sounded pathetic. '…and I really need you to go now. I'm already late for my job. I'll give you a jack for a taxi if you want me…'
'I have money, don't worry.' He headed to the door feeling rather offended. 'What a rude person.'
'Great. It was nice to meet you Shikamaru.'
'It was nice to meet you too.' He looked at her and forced a smile on his face.' Have a good day at work.'
'Thanks…' She blushed and he left the apartment and headed towards starbucks. He really needed a coffee and an Uber. He didn't take a ride home but toward his best friends place. All he wanted was to figure out what has happened the previous night.
