Romance, Family
Rating M
Main characters : Shikamaru Nara, Temari Sabaku, Shikadai Nara & Sakura Haruno
Secondary characters : Miraï Sarutobi, Sarada Uchiha, Gaara Sabaku, Ino Yamanaka, Sasuke Uchiha & Kankuro Sabaku

« prologue »

The incessant noise of these unbridled steps snatched a grunt from him; at the edge of the apoplexy, he tried awkwardly to reach his home. Worryingness sawed his guts, and this bad feeling continued to increase as the seconds flew away. The beating of his heart in his rib cage continued to be painful and never, since his earliest childhood, had the streets of the hidden village of the Leaf seemed to him so long. Coming to the main street, where the merchants were merrily selling their products, he failed to lose his balance, banging against a vulgar stand of fruits and vegetables; tears came to the brim of his brown eyes, because of the pain?Probably not; he felt nothing, nothing but the suffering that flowed into these veins. These steps guided him through the streets and the further he went, the more air he missed; his heart rated a beat when the facade of his home slipped before these dark sluts and he forced the step. Awkwardly, he sneaked into the crowd, unreluctantly shoving the few passers-by passing on his way and doubled his stamina to the gates of ebony wood.

The clattering of it snapped a slight burst from him and he frowned his eyebrows, looking for a very precise thing; and when these irises landed on the suitcases in the entrance, His lower lip got stuck between his teeth while tingling was taking these eyelids hostage.

In an extreme slowness, at breathlessness, brown advanced into the corridor; advanced towards the only source of noise of the dwelling. The walls around him were covered with these beautiful photographs where joy, love, tenderness were reflected; the fists were tight, he engulfed in the family room, these wandering irises on the crouching silhouette of a blonde-haired lady. She was there, stuffing clothes in a large suitcase with green shades, and her heart shook before this finding.

« Temari » blew the big brown, awkwardly

Her voice resounded between the walls, in an almost begging moose and she stopped her movements; slowly she rose up, facing her husband. It was strange, but every time he looked at her, he didn't see what the years had erased, he saw that pretty blonde who had stood up to her in a fight; that pretty blonde who knew how to stand up to her intelligence. She opened her lips; those lips he loved so much. Probably in order to say something and recognizing this glimmer in the emerald iris of his youth love, he understood that it was not going to please him.

« You, » began the blonde, « You weren't supposed to come back right away. »

Young Nara's eyes scattered at these words.

« You were going to leave without telling me, » he breathed, with tears in his eyes, « did I do anything wrong? »

The vision of this man, so strong, so beautiful, with tears in his eyes, almost broken, ripped out a pinch from his heart and she put her trembling hands in his back, shaking her head from right to left.

« You have done nothing, Shikamaru, you are-. »
« Then why, fuck? » cried her husband, the fists tightened, a temper in her voice

In another day, she would have reprimanded him for his language, would have pushed him to apologize but in another day, surely he would not have raised his voice against her. Because he was like that; he had always been that boy that the girls didn't care about, that they thought was a misogynist without respect but she, she knew how to see beyond these rumors. He was this man so sweet, good and straight with women.

« I'm going to live in Suna, » she said, trying to control her voice
« in.. Suna? » repeated the brown « but, why? »
« Gaara needs me, close to him, he needs my advice »

To these words, the shattered expression of the great brown changed into a much less gentle expression; he laid a hard ebony look at her, the frown eyebrows.

« Are you kidding me? » he grunted, « are you telling me you're leaving? In Suna? to give advice to your adult brother? »
« I'm his counselor, Gaara needs me »
« Gaara is a man, for a long time, Temari; and you are not his counselor, you have left this post »
« a mistake, I shouldn't have »
« Is our marriage a mistake? »
« I didn't say that, Shikamaru »
« And Shikadai? » said the brown « and our son? Do you think for a second what he's gonna feel when he finds out his mom's leaving up in Suna? »

The emerald irises of the lady confronted the ebony irises of the great brown and the absence of an answer made her understand the horrible situation in which they found themselves; their hands trembling, of anger perhaps, he took an inspiration.

« You intend to go back to Suna with our son but without me »

The Kunoichi of Suna lowered her eyes to these words; and the heart of the great brown became much more painful. What had happened to get them to this point? Even yesterday, they were still kissing passionately, lost in their brown sheets.

"You intended to leave me, but didn't have the courage to tell me the truth," continued Nara
« No, » she exclaimed, looking at him, « I am not leaving you but you cannot leave with me, you are the Hokage advisor, your place is here and.. and Shikadai cannot live without his mother »
« Oh, because he can live without his father? » the young man grunted
« it will be less painful for him »

The more the words escaped from the lippes of the young woman, the more the brown seemed to succumb to her wounds; they did not see each other, but they were there, in his heart, internal wounds that caused a hemorrhage so powerful that he was surely about to collapse here, on the floor of this house, which contained so many indelible memories.

« That's what I call a breakup, » the big brown one blew
« no, of course not, Shikamaru; I love you and you could come and see us, or we'll move. »

These ebony irises drowned in the green irises of his lover and he sought for an instant an ounce of humour; perhaps a part of him sincerely hoped that she laughed, that she made him a bad tall brown man passed a hand over his skull and turned his head, engulfed by the memories hanging from the walls;these photographs proved that they were happy, all three, that they loved each other so much.
A weighty silence took place between the two protagonists, only the sound of their breaths mingled in the air.

« You know, I'm not Sakura, » Nara began, « I wouldn't wait thirteen years, or my whole life, a wife who lives on the other side of the country. »

His hoarse voice had broken this silence and at the moment when she understood the hidden meaning of these words, her heart rated a beat; she knew, deep down, that he would react badly. How can we not react badly in such a situation, after all?

« Are you leaving me? » she dared, in a mount of painful courage
« consider our marriage dead, if you leave »

These green plums collided on the back of the big brown man; his back turned, he seemed to be about to leave, after these words far too harsh but she knew him by heart, and she would have no difficulty in noticing the few jolts of these shoulders.
Then he disappeared on the detour of a corridor.