Hi guys! Thanks for the reviews, they made my day. Shikatema fans unite! Okay, I don't have much to say, so on with the oneshot.

I don't own Naruto. Believe it! (I always thought that that line was weird. But when you're an English dubber and the words have no meaning, what else are you supposed to do?)

She had caught him multiple times blatantly staring at her. "What?" she had asked each time.

"Nothing," he'd answered, but he hadn't averted his eyes. It had unnerved her.

Throughout her visit to Konoha, he had seemed more scatterbrained than usual, lost in thought.

She found him one day at one of his favorite cloud-watching spots, flat on his back and staring at the sky but not really seeing it.

"Oi, Nara!"

He didn't seem to notice her, and, sighing, she balanced her fan against a tree and sat down next to him on the soft grass. "Nara!"

He jumped slightly, his eyes focusing on her.

"What's wrong with you? You've been spaced out all day." He just stared at her, and, sighing, she laid down on the grass beside him.

It was silent, and Temari focused on the clouds. She could see why Shikamaru liked them, but she didn't think she could watch them all day like he could. Just sitting there was making her antsy.

To her side, he shifted. "Mendokuse."

Temari rolled her eyes. "What could it possibly be now?"

He glanced at her, his hands behind his head. "I love you."

Temari almost choked on her own saliva. "And that's troublesome for you?"

Shikamaru nodded, no more perturbed than if he had commented on the weather. "Your brothers," he said simply.

"What about them?"

"Are you kidding? They are going to kill me," he said bluntly.

"Gaara's gotten much better about that!" Temari retorted. She paused. "I can't promise anything with Kankuro, though."

He glanced at her before continuing, "You live in Suna. That's three days of trekking through sand. What a drag."

"I come here all the time!" she scoffed. "It's about time you got off your lazy ass."

He turned to face her then. "I…don't know how you feel," he said simply.

She felt her cheeks warm up, and she willed the blush down. Then she reached over, interlacing her fingers with his. "Baka," she muttered, turning away from him.

He smirked.

"My brothers won't kill you. I can't guarantee they won't hurt you, though."

Shikamaru sighed, closing his eyes. Troublesome.

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