He opened his eyes – his head was pounding; he had no idea what happened.
Sitting up, he realized that he was in his bedroom of his apartment. He looked at the alarm clock, which went off the second he turned. 06:00, the clock flashed and he sat there like a deer in headlights.
"What a drag," he shrugged and scratched the back of his head.
He stood up and stretched himself. There was a faint scent of perfume, lingering in the air.
"Aw shit," he muttered, his brain was throbbing inside his skull. Must have been the alcohol, he wondered how much he had drank last night.
He walked to the bathroom and stared into the mirror – he was a wreck: his dark hair drooped on the side of his face, his slender eyes tired and bloodshot; what a glorious hangover, he thought to himself. He brushed his teeth in his usual sluggish manner, and splashed his face with cold water.
Surely he must remember something? He shrugged at the thought. That faint scent of perfume lingering on his mind.
Something tells him that he got laid last night.
But with who?
Get a grip, Nara Shikamaru. He thought to himself. You are the smartest person in the city and you have no idea who you fucked last night. Really?
"Shikamaru!" He heard banging on his door. He treaded slowly as the banging became increasingly frequent. He opened the door.
The middle aged woman was huffing and yelled the moment he opened the door.
"NARA SHIKAMARU!" It was his mother, for a moment he thought his ear drums would tear. "I have been knocking for ages!"
"Hey mom," he replied, ignoring her complaint.
"Anyway, you lazy child, breakfast is almost ready." She then stared down at her son.
"For goodness sake Shikamaru, put some clothes on."
He looked down and realized that he was in his boxers. He shrugged and nodded in response.
Closing the door, he couldn't get it off his mind.
He could faintly remember, what happened last night.
The music was pounding, the beat almost too loud to hear the melody.
Men and women were wiggling, crawling all over each other on the dance floor.
He had no idea why his friends dragged him here … oh yes it was Kiba's birthday.
He saw the birthday star dancing away with a girl on the dance floor.
The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap aromatics filled his nostrils, he took another sip from his Martini – his friends has commented on his choice of drinks – "Martini – how old fashioned!" Ino once said as she downed a shot of vodka.
He shrugged it off as usual, the dry taste enticed him – it is nothing too irritating, nor is it too dull.
"Martini…huh?" He heard an unfamiliar voice, and he turned around.
And it stopped here. He rubbed his temples - his mind was playing tricks with him. He shook his head and walked towards the bathroom. He took off his boxers and walked into the shower. Pouring shampoo onto his head, he rubbed the liquid thoroughly through his shoulder length dark hair.
As the water rushed all over him, he remembered something else.
They exchanged kisses feverishly, like hungry beasts trying to devour each other.
He picked her up, holding her like a princess as her arms wrapped around his neck.
They break away from their lip lock, he heard her laughing a little as they gasped for breath.
"What a drag," he muttered, his breath was laced with alcohol. She playfully smacked his chest. "Shut the fuck up," she said, with a smirk on her face.
He replied with a smirk of his own as he lowered her onto the sofa; his hands run wild to explore her body: her voluptuous, scrumptious body, while his lips pressed on her neck, her shoulder blades and collar bone.
She dug her nails into his back as she moaned in pleasure.
Shikamaru shook his head, and ran his hand through his hair. He still could not remember her face – what does she look like?
He finished his shower and wrapped his lower half in a towel. As he exit the bathroom he turned and stared into the mirror – on his back were claw marks – as if a cat had scratched him, red lines covering his back.
He must have had some wild fun last night - he gave himself a little chuckle.
He went back into his room and began putting on his shirt and trousers.
He brushed his hair, tying it into a ponytail; he fixed his cufflinks and adjusted his tie.
"Boiled eggs," he commented. "What a drag."
"Just eat up, you ungrateful child." Yoshino huffed, his father sat still and gobbled up what was on his plate. Shikamaru ate his bowl of rice quietly – he knew one more word his mother would have slammed his head with a cooking pan.
"So, how was work?" Shikaku was reading the newspaper when he popped the question to his son.
"It was okay, I guess." He replied in a lazy tone. "I still don't understand why you would send me to work there though."
"You need to learn how to work in a business in order to run one, son." His father shrugged as he flipped over another page of his newspaper. "You don't expect me to handover my business to you when you are as fresh as a green spring leaf, do you?"
"Nope." Shikamaru rolled his eyes a little. "Going to work is too troublesome for my taste."
Shikaku smiled, and flipped over another page of the newspaper.
The father and son walked towards the door. Shikaku gave his wife a light peck on the cheek. "I will be back at around seven," he said.
"Call me if you are not heading home for dinner, Shikamaru." She ordered her son; Shikamaru nodded and yawned as he and his father walked towards the elevator.
"Honestly, old man, if I don't need to have breakfast with you and mom everyday in the morning, I would have stayed in bed until now…" He ended his comment with another long yawn.
"Well son, I am sure you had some good fun last night." His father sighed with a smile on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"That girl screamed through the walls, I am surprised how your mother didn't even flinch in her sleep."
Colours flushed from his face. Of course he would hear him banging, his parent lived next doors, so technically he was living with them.
"I am even more surprised that you managed to get up for work." Shikaku laughed a little, and patted his son on the back.
Shikamaru said nothing as a tiny shade of pink crept onto his face.
He left the elevator at the ground floor as his father continued down to the carpark.
He exited the building – it was a posh, old-fashioned building – around twenty stories high, the camel coloured walls of the building and grand wooden entrance signaled a sense of traditionalism.
His office was just a few blocks away; this walk he took every morning to clear up his mind, most of the time from his mother's yelling.
He was still figuring out what had happened last night.
He was thrusting, in and out of her. She threw her head back in pleasure.
"Faster!" She screamed and moaned. His hands were occupied – squeezing and massaging her breasts.
His lips pressed onto hers and their tongues entwined with each other, he was sucking the air out of her, as she tried to gasp for breath and scream in pleasure at the same time.
He was enjoying this – normally he wasn't that proactive in bed, but this woman drives him crazy; he wanted to savour each and every inch of her.
He felt an overwhelming wave of ecstasy as he came, he saw her shrieking and shaking in pleasure: she came as well.
He triumphantly laid on her body, planting a kiss on her luscious lips.
But he still could not remember her face. He scratched his head again as he entered the office building of Konoha Corporation.
"Shikamaru!" Kiba patted him hard on the back.
"Ouch," he complained but returned a smile. "Morning."
"How was it?" Kiba asked anxiously. As if he knew what happened.
Wait. He knew what happened?
"What happened last night?"
"Seriously, you don't remember! Last night was awesome – we were all having fun, and you! You sneaky bastard left with a hot blondie!"
So she was blonde. Shikamaru thought to himself. "So I left early with a blonde girl."
"Yeah! I was so wasted, Neji had to drive me home haha!"
They entered the elevator, and Kiba was talking about how much he drank last night – he swore that he had some steamy action with a model.
Shikamaru smiled. What a fleeting encounter – perhaps I will never know who she is.
Shikamaru settled down at his seat, just minutes before his suprerior, Sarutobi Asuma went over. "Morning, Shikamaru."
"Morning."
"We have a meeting this morning with the Suna Corporation, did you prepare the files?"
"… Shit." His reply was clearly evident.
"No worries, I expected that would happen given that you boys had a wild night out last night. The files are all ready, you just have to take them into the conference room." He winked at him, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
Asuma saved his ass from Tsunade again. The boss lady would have his head if he messed up this one – the Suna Corporation was Konoha's greatest partner, especially as the business started to expand westward. They could not afford to mess this up.
It was time - Shikamaru picked up the files and followed Asuma into the conference room.
The representatives from Suna was there already, there were three of them – their leader was an older man, his wrinkles ran across his face like a map. Asuma greeted him with a firm handshake.
Shikamaru also shook hands with the man, he took his time to check out the other two, one of them was a man around his age, his hair was brown and he looked like something has crossed him early in the morning.
The other was a blonde woman, her hair was shining under the sun rays seeping in from the windows, she had a nice figure, popping out of her shirt almost in an unprofessional manner. She turned and looked at him in the eye.
At that moment, everything came back to him.
He remembered those green, mesmerizing eyes.
That tiny smirk on her face as they stared at each other.
He remembered now.
He fucked her last night.
Author's note:
Hi! This is my new Shikatema story - based in a business world.
Enjoy! Read and review!
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