Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Naruto.
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. To answer your question KakashixAngela: Kagome's figure is like the women from Marvel and DC comics. Without all the built muscle.
Of Books and Librarians
Chapter Two
Shikamaru didn't know whether to praise the gods or cry for mercy, for he had the best view of the event that was currently taking place before him.
Higurashi-san was currently balancing on the top of the fold out ladder, trying to organize and return the heavy, dusty books back to their rightful places. Now shelving and organizing books doesn't sound very appealing, sexy, or nose-bleed worthy; but one just never really had entertained the idea in the right way.
Proof of that was Higurashi-san.
Shelving books in a too tight pencil skirt -- which looked to be straining over the curvature of her derriere -- with a slit in the back that continued to just inches below sacred grounds. Shikamaru hoped that it would just ride a bit higher to satisfaction, as Higurashi-san continued to bend over trying to shove books back into their place.
Of course the best part of the ordeal was all thanks to the dusty books. Higurashi-san was constantly having to dust off her hands to get them clean. On one occasion, the woman had absentmindedly wiped her dust covered hands on her skirt, which of course caused the tempting result: her derriere now sported dusty handprints thanks to the books. Shikamaru was in the middle of calculating the difference of his hand size with hers (so he could imagine the size of her derriere in his own hands) when the unthinkable happened:
Someone made Higurashi-san aware of her situation.
Shikamaru had the mind to cut the tongue off the one responsible of such deplorable act; but it was of no use, the deed was done. Shikamaru could only watch as Higurashi-san was currently dusting off the hand prints from her skirt, having noticed that they were dirtied. Shikamaru did not take long to recover from his mourning for he noticed that Kagome was currently rubbing her derriere trying to get rid of the handprints: a slew of fantasies were staged in his mind.
Shikamaru had to shake himself from the fantasies. A gentleman just doesn't fantasize (in the most lewd of manner, it wasn't even appropriate to mention to anyone) about unsuspecting, innocent women.
'I'm not even in first name basis with her'.
Nevertheless, the fantasizing continued on. He didn't know what Icha Icha plots were like, but he was sure this would definitely be what inspired Jiraiya to write one.
Shikamaru watched as Higurashi-san climbed down the stairs with little difficulty -- she was wearing cream coloured pumps that had thin heels which were metallic -- admiring her figure as she came down. Swaying hips were definitely an upgrade from clouds.
He quickly averted his eyes back towards the open book, Demonology: From Above and Below -- he was a little disappointed because the book had not provided him entertainment from the upper part of Kagome's anatomy earlier; Kagome had just pulled on the chain to retrieve the key, not a hint of a show at all (aside from the bit of cleavage he had seen from the neckline). Shikamaru had to resign himself to being contented with the feel of heat from the key, and fantasized from that.
The book was a little strange, but he continued to read it, just in case Higurashi wanted to converse about it over tea or coffee -- maybe dinner. But Shikamaru just couldn't get past the introduction of the book; it read that Demon's were the core of any summon and their magical energy were the source of all types of jutsu's (aside from taijutsu) and bloodline limits. The whole idea Shikamaru found to be sceptical.
A shadow loomed over him, and Shikamaru was greeted with the site of the librarian Higurashi-san.
"Nara-san, how are you liking the book so far?" An old leather-bound book was currently in her hand, resting on a protruded hip, as she stood beside him. The attire was definitely something Shikamaru approved of -- cream scoop neck blouse with quarter sleeves, tucked underneath a high-waist skirt with a black elastic waist belt, made for an appealing ensemble.
Shikamaru weighted the pros and cons of speaking his mind. One hand, he wanted her to continue talking with him, on the other hand, he wondered how she would look all flustered and angry. Most importantly, would Higurashi-san be stomping her heels on the wooden floors; her hair mussed up and come undone from the messy bun, and fall to her back; her lips pouting in an angry curve; her eyes blazing with heat; cheeks reddening with frustration --
The second choice won out.
With the gathered information he has deduced of her character, anything to go by, he construed that it was highly likely that she resort to such action with him. She was sensitive and outspoken when it came to opinions made without much knowledge of both sides of the topic -- during his earlier visits at the library, he had witnessed her temper (sadly from afar) over defending the worth and truth of miko's and priests.
Although, Shikamaru knew he had to take a different approach of raising her ire, he didn't want her to become too irritated and therefore cause troubleā¦for him.
"I am so far highly sceptical about this literary 'history' you have me read." Shikamaru watched her features closely, red was slowly and steadily colouring her cheeks. "It would be more properly termed as a fairytale."
Her eyes changed to blue steel. Molten.
"Right." She switched her weight to the other hip, "I forgot that humans have the capability of supernatural powers over the elements, and have features likes snakes dogs and are able to hosts bugs just because. They didn't need divine or demonic interventions to attain such powers. Silly me."
"I'm telling you my own opinion." He really didn't think it wise to bring up evolution with Kagome; he predicted it would not be a topic that would go over well with Kagome.
"How far have you read?"
"Just the introductory pages." Shikamaru watched as she shook her head in disapproval, her hair (which was pulled back in a loose bun) had slightly become unravelled.
"You've only read the first few pages, and you already have an opinion on the matter?" a perfectly trimmed brow was raised in disapproval; she tucked a loose strand behind an ear. "I suggest you continue reading."
Shikamaru watched as Higurashi-san turned on a heel and walked away. There was no stomping of feet, but the steady and angry stride she made towards her desk was a better exchange; angry swaying hips were equally enthralling.
He took his eyes away from her retreating figure, not wanting anyone to be aware of his intentions, and continued to read.
That's a lie.
The calculation was done; Shikamaru fantasized about a certain derriere at the mercy of his hands.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it.
