Number 2
Hastily you reached into the bowl of numbered papers, excited about playing this mysterious game. Truth to it, you'd never even heard of this game before, so you had no idea what you were supposed to do once inside the closet.
After reaching into the bowl and feeling the paper touch your hand, you snatched it. Carefully you pulled the paper out, treating it as though it could fall apart any second, slowly you began unwrapping it to reveal a scribbled number 2. Staring at the paper you looked up at Sakura and Ino, whom both seemed to hover over.
"Number 2!" You shouted, excitedly, while moving from your sitting position to standing up. Quickly you whipped your head around, looking through the crowd of teenagers, waiting for someone to stand and say they got the same number. But to your disappointment, nobody stood, no one moved to even indicate that they had the same number as you.
Puzzled, thinking maybe this was apart of the game, you looked over to Sakura and Ino who were both looking throughout the room. "Is this part of the game?" You questioned the two girls.
"Ah." Both girls quickly looked at each other then shot you a quick look. "Yes. Yes it is, Ren. It helps build the surprise! Yea that's it, to help build the surprise!" They both said, not looking you in the eye.
"Okay!" You shouted, once again searching through the faces of those around the room, but again no one made any movement or any sign that they had the same number.
Tricky! Frowning slightly, an idea suddenly popped into your head. I know! I'll look at everyone's paper! Once again your naïve smile springing to life on your face, with new found excitement you began moving around the room, looking at everyone's paper, hoping to find the number '2'. After looking at everyone's paper you, quickly scanned the room again to make sure you got everyone, when your eyes suddenly went to the sleeping figure on the coach. Shikamaru!
"Shikamaru!" You shouted, mimicking your own thoughts.
Upon shouting out his name, he lazily opened his eyes to see whom had called his name, which then was followed by Ino grabbing a hold of his shirt and pulling him to his feet. His protests going unanswered, as Ino continued to pull him up and drag him towards the closet. As Shikamaru was being forced into the closet, you came up behind them and stood beside Sakura, who was laughing, like many others in the room, at Shikamaru's protests.
Turning to Sakura, you asked, "Are you going to turn the light on?"
"Don't be silly, Ren! There's no lights in the closet!" Sakura stated, letting out a laugh.
"Yeah….right. How stupid of me." You muttered. Gulping at the thought of being in a pitch black room. You could feel your heart rate begin to speed and yourself begin to shake. Oh how you hate the dark. And I mean you real really, really, really hate the dark! Plus from what Sakura and Ino told you about the game, you'd be stuck in there for a total of 7 minutes. 7 long minutes.
Soon Shikamaru gave up his protests, saying something like 'to troublesome' and walked into the closet, which made Ino turn her attention to you, shakily, not wanting to show anyone your fear, you took tiny steps into the closet, that appeared to be getting smaller and smaller, darker and darker, with each step that took you closer. While you took your sweet time getting to the closet, Ino and Sakura became restless and instead of waiting for you to enter the closet they, both, decided to give you a helping hand by giving you a slight, yet rough shove.
After you were pleasantly pushed into the darkened closet, the door was slammed shut behind you plunging the closet into a pitch black abyss. Your heart immediately began beating at a painful pace, causing your breathing to become erratic. In an attempt to calm yourself, you shakily walked towards the wall and slid down it, until you finally hit the floor, then instantly you drew your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. Closing your eyes, you tried to breath normally, hoping it would calm your heart down, but it went unsuccessful.
"Hey, you okay?" The voice was distant, barely auditable to you. While you could barely hear the voice, you knew it belonged to Shikamaru.
Mumbling a quick 'I'm fine', although you couldn't be quite sure if it sounded like that because to you it sounded more of a pained grunt.
Without realizing it, Shikamaru had moved from his place in the back of the closet to a kneeing position next to you. You only noticed that Shikamaru had moved was that he had placed one of his cool hands onto your forehead, probably thinking you had a fever. At the sudden touch, you let out a squeak and jumped forward, catching Shikamaru off guard and pushing him over, while landing on top of him, unconsciously wrapping your arms around him and burring your face into his chest. Instead of trying to pry you off of him, like most would do, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, if possible. Almost as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, you could feel your heart rate and shaking calm.
Laying there on top of Shikamaru, you could feel yourself start to fall asleep from listening to his slow-paced heart beats. "So your afraid of the dark, Ren?" Shikamaru chuckled, which caused you to become fully aware that you were presently laying on top of and that you had wrapped your arms around him, in a tight hug. With the realization of how you were positioned, your face began to heat up with embarrassment.
"You wont tell, right?" You stuttered out, almost positive you would never be able to show your face to your comrades and friends again. After Shikamaru didn't answer, worry began to sink in and quickly you moved your body so you could look at Shikamaru closer, which was something like both of your legs were dangled on both sides of his legs, while your arms rested themselves on chest, slightly holding you up and your face mere centimeters from his. What made you worry the most was the blank face of Shikamaru staring at you.
"You wont tell, right Shikamaru? Please tell me you wont tell anyone!" You pleaded, watching him intently. His blank, bored face turned to that of an over amused one.
"Does that look mean you wont tell?" You asked, puzzled.
Letting out a small chuckle, then asked, "What would you do if I told?"
With your horror stricken face, you squeaked out, "If you told, I would never be able to show my face in Konoha ever again! I would have to quit being a shinobi, and I wouldn't be able---" before you could continue on your worry rant, soft, tender lips crashed down, or well up to yours, while Shikamaru's arms wrapped themselves tighter around you pulling you closer.
Trying, although not to hard, to sit up in order to move away from Shikamaru instead you only ended up pulling Shikamaru with you, so now instead of you laying on Shikamaru, you now sat on him, his lips still pressed to yours. Without realizing you began to kiss back, shyly at first then more passionate, instantaneously your mind went blank and all you could clearly focus on was the movement of yours and Shikamaru's lips. While you were completely focused on the kissing, Shikamaru's hand moved from the center of your back to the beginning hem of your pants, pushing you closer to him, while Shikamaru tried to pull you closer to him, you moved your arms so that they wrapped themselves around Shikamaru, also allowing you to be pulled closer to his body.
Unconsciously you moved your hands away from the place around Shikamaru's next, down to the hem of his vest that he was wearing, slowly your hands crept up-- a loud bang, both you knowing that this bang was the 3 minute warning, which made you and Shikamaru stop all movements and pull away. Both breathing heavily from the prolonged denial of air to your lungs. Reluctantly you retracted your hands from were they where and wrapping them Shikamaru, also laying your head onto his shoulder.
"Still afraid of the dark?" Shikamaru chuckled, watching as you blush bright crimson and pulled away, not far but far enough were your arms now rested themselves on his chest.
"Let's get something straight, Nara, I am not and nor have I ever been afraid of the dark! Understand?!" You shouted, shifting your eyes around the dark closet before moving closer to Shikamaru.
The only response you got, was a low chuckle that seemed to erupt from his chest. "Not funny! I am not afraid of the dark!" This time after you shouted, swiftly you stood up and took a step away from Shikamaru, assuring the he would only be able to see your darkened outline, as vise versa with you.
Another chuckle drifted into the air before evaporating and being replaced by Shikamaru's voice. "Hmm." You could hear shuffling from the direction of were Shikamaru was seated. Within seconds, Shikamaru was standing directly in front of you a small smirk held on his lips. Lazily Shikamaru walked by you and stopped right by the door. In an instant Shikamaru had his hand on the door knob, turning and looking.
"Well if your not afraid of being alone in the dark then you wont mind if I leave you in here for the remaining time alone in here?" He said, turning the knob slightly, as he did this, panic flooded your veins and in a flash you ran at Shikamaru, just as he turned the knob fully, tackling him to the ground, forcing the door to swing open with a loud bang as it hit the wall. As both you and Shikamaru hit the ground, you could hear the laughter from some of the on-lookers and the pained groan that came from Shikamaru as he hit the ground.
As your mind registered what you had done, blushing a tomato red, you quickly made a move to get up off of Shikamaru, only to have him pull you back down on top of him and have him whisper, in your ear, "Glad I could help you with your fears, Ren." After the words spilled from his mouth, your face became even redder if possible and quickly you shot up to reclaim your seat.
