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Unspoken
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I grabbed at the comforter to cover myself from those dark eyes. If Temari were pleased beforehand, she was going to be thrilled.
"Kankuro?!" He turned towards me with his foggy eyes.
"Shikamaru, what the hell are you doing?" He smiled a mocking grin as I scrambled to my feet.
"This isn't funny," I sighed as I grabbed my clothes from over the lampshade.
"It's not like we did anything. We probably just passed out like that," he shrugged and reached for unopened beer.
"You drunk," I frowned and pulled on my pants. "I slept with my fiance's brother," I thought over and over as I tugged on my fishnet shirt.
I used more energy in the five minutes it took me to dress than I'd ever used in my daily life. I knew when I got back to the Kazekage's tower, Temari would be there. I was eighteen years old, and I was going to die. Some woman was going to kick my ass.
"Shit!" He pulled the sheet around his waist and pointed an angry finger at me. "What the hell did you do? I'm naked!" He began his own race to get dressed.
"Like I forced myself on you," I muttered, having remembered some part of the night before.
"I am not gay. I have a girlfriend! Shit, Koito is going to kill me!" He growled as he tried to straighten his messy hair.
"What a drag. Hold still," I sighed and smoothed his hair down.
"This never happened," he said in a threatening way.
"Fine." I held my hair tie between my lips and pulled my hair back.
"Temari is lucky to have you," he said to fill the awkward silence.
"Troublesome woman," I said aloud as I imagined her beating me to a bloody pulp.
As we walked out of the apartment, neither of us spoke. I could see him out of the corner of my eye as he took quick glances at me. The elevator bell sounded and the doors opened.
An old woman separated us as the elevator moved from the ninth floor to the main lobby. Once the woman got out on the third floor, I sighed. Someone should have said something. I had to break the awkward silence.
"You're the best man at the wedding," I told him as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my pants.
"We still wearing black tux?" I nodded.
The elevator bell sounded; the doors opened to the bright lobby. Kankuro swore and stared at the floor as he shoved his way through the crowd. I glared up at the lights and shielded my eyes with my hand.
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Author Rant
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I'm taking a lot of chances by posting this story. Shikamaru and Kankuro aren't exactly the most well-known of couples, but I tried to come up with something out of the ordinary for a story. I tried to keep the characters in character as much as possible, hopefully I did well. Perhaps someone will tell me in a review?
As stated in the story, Shikamaru is eighteen years old. Kankuro is twenty years old. Temari is twenty-one years old. Of course, Gaara is eighteen as well. Now that it's all clear, moving on!
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