A/N: I started writing drabbles, actually this is my first. I thought that it'd be nice to have a place where I could dump my ideas that can't be used in a fic. More drabbles may come, depending on inspiration. Please review!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Shikamaru never waved back.

It was always the same, since she remembered. Every time they parted from their training, she waved like crazy to him, hoping, praying maybe, for some sort of attention, even the smallest. Or maybe for insurance that they'll meet again, very soon.

He never once looked back. Never once had he raised his hand.

Whenever she saw him, either outside or in his room, by his window, sometimes passing her flower shop, he never greeted her first. It was her, always shouting his name, fishing him out of the crowds waving her arms to catch his attention.

At first, she didn't care. She thought it was too troublesome for him to wave back, considering his lazy nature. However as the time passed, she started to get annoyed by it.

By every day, the routine started to get on her nerves more and more. It was just the matter of time when it'll explode.

One day, she lost her temper at last. His slumped shoulders, bowed head, the aura of laziness and total uncaring that seemed to emanate from his posture without his will, released some kind of rage in her.

She ran blindly to him, whipped the boy around by his shoulder and slapped his cheek. Hardly paying attention to the tears that were streaming down her cheeks and the words that were flowing from her mouth, she concentrated on screaming her frustration and pain. When she was finally done, he still stood in front of her, unmoving, with a blank expression on his face. Nara's quiet words, spoken to her just before he headed home again, struck her right in the heart.

The stone. The darkness. The field. A familiar scenery.

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye.

"I won't. I will never say goodbye to you, Shikamaru."

Every time Ino visited Shikamaru's grave, she never waved back.

The End

A/N: I dare to say that as for first and about 10 minute drabble, it wasn't bad. Call it a wave of inspiration. I just HAD to write it. But hey, it's short, but please, review! There may be more drabbles in the future