SHIKAxTEMAxHIDA Chapter 2- The Perfect Drug
It was dawn in Konoha, and Shikamaru had just waked up from a dream turned nightmare. He closed his eyes again, to relish the sweet thoughts and memories he cannot return to now. He dreamt of this beautiful kunoichi that he well knew of. He dreamt of how they met in the chuunin exams and how they saved each other's lives in the battle field; how they went on missions together and how they watched the clouds and stars side by side; how he saw her true self, her true smile and how she made him put effort on things. Her moves with that battle fan, her blue-green eyes that sparkled when she laughs, her sandy gold hair and tan skin, her inevitable smile and cockiness, her intoxicating scent that smelled like Jasmine, citrus and berries; she was his perfect drug.
All these things haunted him every night ever since he made the biggest mistake of his entire life. Afraid to admit it, he is so much yearning for her. He wanted to see her, know how she's doing, find her and drown himself in her astonishing teal eyes again, tell her how much he's mad of himself for letting her go, how much he wanted everything back. He was longing for her, every sweet little thing hidden in her brutal acts. It was sweet heroine for him; Temari is his own special kind of drug. And there, like magic, he saw the blonde haired woman beside him, sleeping soundly. He wrapped his arms around her only to find out it wasn't Temari he is with. He hallucinated, he hallucinated badly. It was Ino, his team-mate and who is now his fiancée. Quickly he removed his arms around her and sped out of the bedroom. Ino was awakened by the sudden movement in their bed, barely opening her eyes she asked him "Shika-kun, where are you going?"
After putting on his daily attire he darted outside, running. He did not even bothered to answer Ino; with all this guilt and pain he is suffering from the inside, he cannot clearly think of what to say or do. He just wanted to run away, away from all the memories that keep on hunting him from his very waking moment up to his slumber, it never left him alone. Warm tears welled up in his eyes, of that which wanted to fall down a long time ago but he kept them from falling. Temari's face is always on his mind, and it was driving him crazy. He ran and ran and ran under the early streak of twilight; and his feet brought him to his grass hill, a place he hasn't gone into since their separation. He managed not to return here for a long time to keep his genius mind from remembering all their moments here those precious moments that swept them off their feet. It is in that very tree did they share their first kiss. His strong shot of drug that made him crave for more. He stopped and dropped on his knees, tears of long enduring pain flowed endlessly. He is so much suffering, so much hurting like his heart is being pound into pieces. He grieved there, shed all his tears, shouted at times and bawled his entire ache; caught up in the middle, of his beloved country and his only one.
Little did he know, there's this old man who'd seen him running with tears and followed him. This old sannin was quiet in a distance, watching over to this young lad. He approached him when he'd fallen dead tired of crying, after two hours of the endless process he needed to do. He picked up the frail body of Shikamaru and brought him to the hospital, after that he immediately went to the Hokage's place, this whole thing he witnessed he wants to know .
At the Hokage's tower, Tsunade sat in front of her desk and got ready for all the work she's gonna face that day. She heard a very slight creak in her roof and exclaimed, "What do you want Jiraiya?" Jiraiya showed up in front of Tsunade after that line and asked about the performances of naruto's batch.
Tsunade replied, "Well, I've sent Neji's team in their first missions as Jounins; Ino and Sakura is training medicine with me while I got Kiba and Shino recently appointed as the Resource board Heads for the forest and it's creatures and all, and uhm, Hinata is starting to grasp the whole heiress thing quite nicely, Chouji, gaining more strength which is natural to their clan and with Naruto and Sasuke, uhm, never better…" She said that with a smile on her face, telling how she's proud of them.
"You're forgetting someone Hokage-sama…Nara Shikamaru, how's he doin?" He knew something was wrong.
"Ah yes, lazy-ass genius. Well, as you know he's the no. 1 strategist of Konoha and all the battle plans he made turned out a success, he never failed me by other means. Why? What's up with him that made you all that interested?" asked the woman.
"Hmm... well I just saw him a while ago crying his eyes out and collapsing with so much exhaustion. I brought him to the hospital, I think you need to check him up…" he was cut off by the weird silence of the Hokage.
"I never thought he's still mouring over that…" she whispered to herself. "What's wrong with him?" Aked the frustrated old man. But deep in his thought he knew this has something to do with that sand shinobi Shikamaru used to admire a lot.
Tsunade didn't answer that, instead she said "Jiraiya, help me come up with a mission…" At her mind she said, it's time to put an end to Shikamaru and Temari's suffering because of the countries that were unallied of no strong enough reason. "…something that'll hit two birds at the same time."
"You mean, you plan to have Suna…as ally again, and Temari with Shikamaru? That's gonna cost more of your time to spend with me." He joked only to find an empty bottle of Sake flying to his face.
"Let's get to work…you pervert old man." She said this with triumphant eyes that shimmered of persuasion.
Shikamaru opened his eyes and was blinded by so much…whiteness. He wondered if he was dead but then he felt the pain of his body. Due to all this fatigue he's gone through he felt so limp and dull. He laid there, wondering who brought him here. When the door shot open and Tsunade came in to check his vitals.
"A little more rest and you're off to the most important mission I'll give you" She said, jotting down notes on her hospital checklist.
He just rolled his eyes and looked outside the window; he thought of, great, just great. All he wanted to do is die and end all his misery and now he's gonna be sent into a mission? He just wished it was a suicidal one, so that he could die with honor in the battle field, like his sensei Asuma. But, he'll never have this honorable death; he was too much of a coward to fight for the one he loves, unlike Asuma.
Tsunade saw the desolation in his eyes and started to hint him about his mission, she said "It could be the only way to change the mistakes you have done…" With that she left. Leaving Shikamaru alerted of her statement. He knew that this'll be related to Suna, ang he died of waiting for a mission there. His heart somehow pounded again in happiness, to the thought that he still has this chance to change what he has done, to save her beloved from what he left her, to bring back her feel of affection for him.
Not so long did the door sounded again with a knock and it opened to see someone who he also hadn't seen along time, having this piece of paper in his hands. He never changed, still has these I-wanna-kill-you-and-tear-you-up-into-pieces looks at him and hate is written all over his face.
He handed him the letter and said "Your sorry ass is never bringing her back now, you coward!" Kankuro sat down and waited until he reads it.
He could smell his perfect drug again, in that letter. He opened it and had heart ache again while reading it. Once again, tears fell down his cheeks. He never knew he'd hurt her more than he could imagine. His misery added up again to reach its maximum state that he'd call himself worthless. He kissed the letter, wishing somehow Temari would know how much he still loves her. He felt so useless to do nothing, but to cry over it. He was gonna die, he needed his drug. He needed Temari.
-uhh…chapter 2 turned out to be a very long chapter.. can't help but type. XD.. uhhm..please do comment on it. And I'm working on the next chapter…still got early classes tomorrow, as always.