So, I just started watching Nurato, and wanted to write, so, I figured I'd give the Shikmari pairing a go. Enjoy! (or not, not is good too. Also, beware OOC-ness. It will inevitably happen at one point or another.)
SHIKAMARU
"What a drag this is."
I hissed a breath from between my teeth and regarded the spitting mad blonde from half-lidded eyes.
We were standing in the middle of the market, a few people giving us a wide berth as she yelled, "DANG IT, SHIKAMARU! WHY CAN'T YOU BE REASONABLE FOR ONCE?" Temari's teal eyes were narrowed in anger, and for a brief moment, I wished I wasn't on the receiving end of that fury. Not that I was a coward, just that it was so troublesome to get the girl to calm down.
I slouched against a wall, and shrugged.
"I guess."
Her eyes widened and she started to splutter some thing.
In one instant, the giant metal fan was resting firmly against her back, the next, it was sweeping the dusty street.
"Temari!" the voice of Kankuro rang out and I suppressed a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
The painted man came running, the Crow strapped to his back.
Temari brushed him off, still glaring after me with a death vengeance.
"Look, Temari-"
She swept the fan around to point at me. "I did not give you permission to use my name!"
I sighed again and looked up, my gray jacket shifting as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Temari, come on! Gaara will only stay in one place for so long," he said, shooting me a look, then pushing on her arm. She sighed, snapped her fan closed, then smiled coldly.
How ironic, Temari of the Desert is so cold.
"Bye, bye, freak." she tossed over her shoulder as she left, striding purposefully away.
"This really, is to much trouble."
Temari
Temari held her breath as they both walked away, hoping for . . . something. For him to run after her? For him to attack?
She snorted, reaching down to caress the smooth metal of Tessen.
He was probably so lazy, he would just stay there.
In that case, could she go see him again?
Stop it Temari! Get a grip, he's the enemy!
"Temari. Temari? Teeemarriii?" Kankuro waved his hand in front of her face, and she realized she had stopped walking.
"What?!" she snapped, glaring at the painted face of her brother, before drawing herself up and giving a a mental promise.
I will not let Shikamaru Nara interfere in the mission or my feelings. That is a promise.
Okay, so this is the beginning. Well, R&R, please.
Oh, and, I wanted to let you know. My R and H keys are sticky or something, so bear with me, please, if I'm missing any of those letters.