"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"Why do you dream about me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"This dream, why?"

"No, this isn't a dream. It can't be. No, is it? Is it, Shikamaru?"

"You're being troublesome Chouji, not even realizing that this is just a dream."

"…"


One very weak and badly irritated eye opens. There is light, far too much for the morning. I must have slept in rather late. The alarm clock. I turn my head enough to hear and feel a very distinct crack from my neck. My eyes travel the remainder of the distance to the face of the alarm clock which reads 3:03 p.m. I'm really late. Why hasn't Ino come bounding into my room yet?

Today I have training with Shikamaru, Ino, Naruto, and Kankurou. Apparently, the Hokage has a mission in mind for the five of us and being that aside from my team we don't work together Lady Tsunade decided to have us train as a unit.

Ino really should have been here by now nagging about my being three hours late for training. Maybe, she saw it wiser to just keep the other boys training with her since she thinks I'm pretty useless anyway. I would have thought at least Shikamaru, my best friend, would have come looking for me.

I sit up in bed simultaneously rubbing the restless sleep from my eyes. Suddenly I remember what I had been dreaming of only a moment or so ago. All I needed to remind me was the very stiff length of flesh protruding from my shorts.

Shikamaru, he's what I was dreaming about just now. Why would I dream about Shika? He's my best friend and I'm straight. Aren't I?

After assuring my troubled mind that the entire disturbing dream was caused by nothing more than raging fifteen year old hormones, I quickly make my bed. I pop into the shower and just as quickly hop back out. Just because I have a lot to wash doesn't mean I can't get it over with quickly. I slide over to my closet and grab up a red shirt and red pants. The only remaining portions of my wardrobe are the large sections of armor, which I with practiced speed have on in a moment, and my forehead protector.

I finish my entire "morning" routine by brushing my teeth and long hair. I grab a few bags of BBQ flavored chips and storm down the hall towards the kitchen. I smell something good cooking. Even if it's not a regular meal time there is always something cooking and always someone eating in the kitchen.

"Hi, dad. What smells so good?"

"Good mor-afternoon, Chouji. I'm making some brownies right now. There are some leftovers from this morning if you'd like."

"Sure. I have to eat quickly though. I'm already late for training."

"That reminds me, Ino came by and asked me to be sure that I tell you, how did she say it, "If you get around to it meet them at the training grounds before 5p.m.""

"DAD! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I'm sorry Chouji, but when I went to wake you you had been mumbling in your sleep about loving someone. I assumed you were dreaming about your mother again and I decided to let you dream."

"Oh. I'm sorry, dad. I should have known you'd have had a good reason. Thanks, but I should go. I'll see you later tonight. Bye, dad."

"Bye, Chouji. Train hard!"

If I run I should be able to get in about an hour of training with everyone. Not the best outcome, but some training is better than none. Ino's going to be upset that I'm so late. She'll probably say something about me being lazy and slow. Ino can be really hurtful sometimes, even if she doesn't realize that she is doing it.

a/n: so there you have it. a simple set-up for a "plot" and a little sexual tension already. hell the story starts with the sexual tension. so my first story, let me know if i deserve to live or not. I'll update really soon. Not much to do on summer break. Merci, danke, gracias, origato, thanks, and so on. :D