Yay! Shikatema! I must say, this isn't my first fanfic, just my first submitted one, and this is just a disgustingly short prolouge. Intoduction. I don't even know where I'm going from here. I just typed this up an said, hay, maybe I can submit it and then give myself some motivation to continue it. Whateverr...
Yay, ShikaTema! 3
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Chapter 1
An Escort.
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"20 questions." Her voice was loud, demanding, her blonde hair drooping slightly from the rain but still managing to bounce as she glared up at him with daring eyes.
"What the he.." His eyebrows moved upwards slowly, his mouth instinctively turning into a frown. He was stuck. In the rain. On a mission. With TEMARI. Why her? Why the hell did it have to be her? Tsunande had obviously wanted to torture him, get him back for being lazy on his reports or some other impossibly illogical thing. He couldn't understand that woman. Not at all. Yes, he had become better friends with Temari since The Sand and Konoha had begun getting along better, but it didn't mean that he would willingly walk out into the rain just to escort her home.
The sky was dark. There were absolutely no clouds. It was just gloom and wet, everywhere. And of course, it was just sand and the blonde girl who was taking strides to long he actually has to jog to keep up with her. Damn that troublesome woman.
"You were told to escort me. Now entertain me." Her voice was now slightly haughty, proud and insolent as she looked away from him, and continued without a hesitation.
"Fine. I'll start. Favorite color?"
With a sigh, his arm traveled upwards and his hands ran through his wet hair, raking it through the high ponytail as he wondered for the millionth time why it had to be her. "Favorite… wha..? Eh… green." He just named the first thing he though of, not really caring about it or anything else. He just wanted to be home.
They walked in complete silence for a few seconds as she waited for him so ask a question next, and as he enjoyed brief moment of peace before finally opening his own mouth to question her.
"Damn.. what a pain. Favorite food?"
"Dango." Her reply was instantaneous, she had been thinking about her answer even before he asked the question. Favorite color, favorite food. The two most generic questions to start off with. "Favorite flower?"
"Why the hell would I care?" He turned to glare at her, his arm dropping from his hair as he searched through his mind, trying to remember flowers. Ino had ranted about them many times, he remembered that much. But, why would he remember what she was saying? He has always zoned out those time, watching the mist or the clouds and oblivious to her descriptions and complaints about the cost of flowers a proper care of them.
"Egh… morning glory." The only flower he could think of. He remembered getting Ino a few for her birthday, she had immediately began describing the medical properties and history of it. "Um…"
He rolled his eyes as he tried to think of a question. This was getting more and more boring. Neither of them really wanted to know about the other, Temari was just speaking to get rid of the silence, he was sure of that. "First kiss?" Another generic question.
She hesitated for a second before answering. "First grade. He's in a comma now." She coughed sheepishly, then her eyebrows furrowed and she glared at him, daring him to object. "Favorite video game?"
"Uuuh… tetris.."
"What the hell? What kind of game is that?"
"It's the least troublesome. Every other game you have to.. do stuff. I dunno. Keep from dying or something. Tetris.. you just… swivel little blocks around."
Her eyebrows went up, and she tried to prevent a snicker as she stared at him, waiting for a question.
"Lesse.. what do people usually say in these games… current crush..?" He asked nonchalantly, without even caring. Why should he? It was just a question.
Her mouth turned down into an unexpected snarl, and she whirled on him, kimono swirling and a shower of sand spraying over his feet. "What? You ask the stupidest questions! Boring lazyass"
She calmed down after a second, feeling the sand seeping into her sandals and flipping her hair slightly, not even sure why she had gotten so aggravated.
"Hm.. Actually… Naruto's pretty cute."
He tried not to snicker as he gazed at her. She was looking downwards, and it only took him a second to realize that she was lying. It was a simple lie, although he didn't know why she said it, or why he could tell. Naruto just wasn't her type.
Still. Maybe it was his ego or something, but maybe he felt just a little bit disappointed with her last answer. Just a bit. Maybe.
