Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Naruto.
Summary: Shikamaru had a new pastime; cloud watching was replaced by dingy old buildings, dusty books and a blue eyed librarian. Peace never last though when dealing with women.
A/N: Because I wanted to read something like this.
Of Books and Librarians
Chapter One
It was a new pastime of his.
Instead of the clouds in the sky, Shikamaru was now more likely to be found in the old building at the 'historical' section of the city. Shikamaru's presence in the old building could be excused as the genius's admiration for the old architecture that was the building. Some could say it was because the library housed most of the old journals and books pertaining to the creation of the village. It can also be said that the quiet and intellectual man was there to broaden his taste of literature, for the old library was the only one in the city that contained the written arts of the supernatural, paranormal and anything that dealt with monks, priestesses and religion.
When asked -- Ino, his old team mate, had asked (more like nagged) him a few times during their monthly café dates -- which he plainly responded with: "I'm there for the art."
Which of course held truth -- not completely, but it is still truth.
Shikamaru looked towards the ceiling; this was the only building that he had ever seen that housed angels and gargoyle statues inside. It was an architectural design that was not common in the village of shinobi's. It had a more north-western flare, most commonly found at Soul Country -- a humble country that was slowly dwindling in prosperity; there was really no use for priestesses and monks in a world dominated by assassins and war.
He looked at the old grandfather clock that was situated at the middle of the library -- a very nice piece of structural art. It was a grandfather clock that had the face of time on each side which allowed for people to view the time in each area of the room, it towered inside the building, the head of the clock reaching past the level of the second floor. The clock began to ring a deep melody.
First chime.
Second chime.
Third chime.
Shikamaru looked towards the second floor of the library, that hovered over the first floor like a balcony. The fourth chime signalled the start of the noon hour, which was best known for the arrival of his favourite art: Kagome Higurashi, the librarian.
It never ceased to fascinate him, to catch a glimpse of smooth white porcelain; delicate structure that portrayed grace; fabrics that clung and emphasized appealing curvature; raven silk locks; strawberry red lips that smiled easily; but his most-loved feature, were the blue eyes.
"Nara-san," the woman smiled at him in greeting, as she approached. "I always find you here, yet you are always without a book."
"There are other things that I enjoy." Shikamaru said plainly, he watched her tilt her head to the side before pouting.
"That just won't do." She quickly turned on her heel; she was wearing black pumps today, with the thin heels -- he much approved.
She walked towards a shelf that were marked to contain the topics of anything related to Under-Anything to Underworld -- she categorized the library so oddly. The woman struggled to pull a book out of the shelf; it was a monster of a literature, covered in dust with chains that were stitched on to the back and front cover of the book, complete with a padlock to keep the book shut. She sneezed as the dust fluttered around her when she blew on the book to see the title.
He mumbled a "Bless you," as he fought a smile to grace his lips. Her sneeze had caused some locks of her ebony hair to come undone from the loose up-do. She nodded her thanks as she gently rubbed at her nose.
"Here you go," the book slammed onto the table, which rattled everyone in the building -- Higurashi apologetically smiled to everyone staring at her.
"Demonology - From Above and Below?" Shikamaru read the title aloud. He kept his mouth shut about the book being more appropriately shelved at Demon's and Things instead of Under-Anything to Underworld. He couldn't and mustn't ruin the first interaction -- that just wasn't tactful; especially if the goal was close interactions.
The idea of a relationship, was just too early.
"I loved reading this book, it was quite -- fascinating." The sceptical look on Shikamaru's face set the librarian in a huff, "Just read it Nara-san, I find it rather insulting that you would rather look at old architectural structure than appreciating history."
"Alright," Shikamaru moved the book towards him, might as well use this as a reason to be here, "You have the key?"
Shikamaru's eyes could only follow her hand as it went towards her blouse, a pretty silk number, which was quickly being unbuttoned, before said hands dug in-between her mounds to fish out something -- he couldn't really be bothered to see what, he was still stuck at the fact that she had just opened her blouse to dig in-between her breasts.
He was shaken from his reverie -- to be more precise, his fantasy -- as a stained gold key was presented to him.
Shikamaru took hold of the metal, and only to be completely aware of its warmth -- his mind was preoccupied to the where, how and why it was warm.
"Nara-san?"
He quickly glanced to Higurashi-san's blue eyes, it was not proper to stare at her breasts -- he didn't take into account the improper thoughts that were circulating through his head that pertained around a key. Shikamaru could only nod at her before he set to the task of opening the book.
Handing her back the key, Shikamaru a decent man, would have not stared at the woman returning the key between her bossom; but he was a shinobi foremost, and his skills had to be practiced, so he discreetly watched the whole process -- after all, it was only improper if his indulgence was witnessed.
"Enjoy it well Nara-san."
Shikamaru knew without a doubt that he would enjoy the book. In fact, it was already his favourite. After all, what book allowed you to watch a beautiful woman dig between her bosom to grab a key?
A/N: Shikamaru, I like him…