Characters: Shikamaru & Sakura
Rating: K
"ARRRGH!"
After only a few turns, Shikamaru's little round 'Kinged' checker hopped over the last of Sakura's red pieces, crushing the image she'd had of herself as an intelligent being.
Trembling at the end of her rope, she brought down a fist on the table, laden with plenty of unnecessary chakra. Shikamaru, being experienced with Sakura's flavor of temper tantrums, leaned wearily out of reach as she permanently dissembled the checker board. When she looked on the verge of setting fire to the remains, Shikamaru groaned. Women were a pain.
"If it makes you feel any better, you lasted longer than Naruto."
Oops.
She flipped what was left of the table, pinning him beneath shredded bits of wood and flimsy bits of checkered scraps. Troublesome...
"Naru - NARUTO?! He's an IDIOT! That's supposed to be ENCOURAGING?!" A vein was now prominent between disheveled strands of candy-pink hair.
Interacting with women was nowhere near Shikamaru's strong point. Desperate for a coolant, he tried to slip out from under the cracked table, his hands up in surrender. "Hey - we could play again, and I'll let you win." This was not what Sakura wanted to hear, Shikamaru learned. She did let him up, though, but only to give him a black eye before promising to never play him in a board game again. Ever.
Being smart was a bother.