Authors note: A quick one-shot written in a 45 minute class period during my 2 hour summer school session about New Mexico history (because we're totally going to use that info in life xDDDD)
so yeah. mix boredrom, and random thoughts about anime, and this is what you get. xD
"Shikamaru!" Temari nudged her sleeping neighbor. Getting no response, she tried again. "SHIKAMARU!" she hissed, hitting his arm with a solid 'whack'.
Slanted eyes looked up from his arms, wiping the drool from his mouth with his sleeve before sitting back and stretching with a yawn.
The teacher's eyes widened considerably in disbelief as she saw the youth's hands in the air. "Shikamaru?" she called tentatively.
Beady brown eyes looked up at her reluctantly, "Hm?"
"Do you have the answer to the problem?" she questioned, gesturing to the board where a problem that had stumped the majority of the class was displayed.
With a mutter of 'troublesome', he turned his attention to the board. A few seconds later, he answered, "Forty-two." While the teacher nodded, satisfied with his answer, the rest of the class gaped at him like he was the God of Knowledge. Oblivious to all the attention, Shikamaru calmly settled his head back in his arms.
Not ten minutes later Naruto turned around in his seat to face Shikamaru. "Shikamaru!" he hissed. The teacher 'ahem'd', staring pointedly at the energetic blonde until he turned around. Once sure that the teacher was distracted, Naruto once again turned around, this time armed with a spitball launcher. Cackling to himself, he spat a rather spit-filled spitball, hitting Shikamaru right in the middle of the forehead.
A flicker of annoyance crossed the boy's face before his expression returned to its usual apathetic state. "What?"
Naruto shrugged amiably, "It's from Tayuya."
Turning slowly to look at the vulgar red-head, Shikamaru noticed how she quickly spun around to look straight ahead. While a small blush that looked surprisingly feminine and out of place on the tomboy's face appeared. Disregarding her actions as troublesome antics of women, he settled back into a restful sleep.
A whistle sounding next to his ear nearly caused Shikamaru to fall out of his chair. "What the hell?" he grumbled, recovering.
On his left, Kin grinned sheepishly, her long black hair tossed flirtatiously over her shoulder. "Sorry…you were starting to snore."
Shoving her glasses back up her nose, the teacher gave a long-suffering sigh, wondering why she bothered showing up every morning. "Kin. Please refrain from using your whistle in class."
"Sure thing!" Kin replied brightly, casting a dazzling grin at Shikamaru.
Before Shikamaru could settle back to sleep, the bell rang to signal the end of class. Shouldering his backpack and heading towards the door, he started walking next to Ino.
Turning to face him, she asked in a rather peeved voice, "What was with all those girls and you Shikamaru?!"
He shrugged nonchalantly, "The hell if I know." He casually caught her hand with his.
"Ngmph." Ino sulked, "You're still not forgiven you know."
Rolling his eyes heavenward, Shikamaru muttered his favorite phrase; "Troublesome."
yeah.. it's pretty crappy, I'm not gonna lie, but that's what I get for writing it in 45 minutes... Hm.. maybe I could start a ficlet collection about shikamaru.. since I have to go through 2 hours of boredrom every day for the next 6 weeks.. xDDDD
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