Authoress' Note: Yes, well, now that season one is complete, why not start on two? Anyhow, I'm at a loss for words at the moment, since I can't seem to give you any relevant information. -insert elongated pause- See? The fact that this is a drabble may be relevant, but… -sighs- Never mind.

P.S. First try at present tense. Cut me some slack.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and as of now, it is still a mystery as to who owns the seasons.

The Four Seasons

Season Two: Summer I

Shikamaru/Ino

When Ino arrives at his doorstep at nine ante meridiem, he is sure she has one goal in mind— to annoy the hell out of him. He has no doubts, because out of all the days she could have chosen, she chooses what happens to be the hottest day in the week.

He scowls at her and wonders why the hell she chooses him out of all the people in Konoha to bother. It is an evanescent thought though, for as soon as he glances at her getup, he sighs. She is wearing a rather pale lavender tank-top that corresponded with the same colored skirt. Too much skin. Even in the hot weather.

She smiles brightly, adjusting the large, decretive tote on her arm. "Ohayo Shikamaru-kun!" As if the smile is not already blinding, the grin widens, and her pearly whites are exposed further.

The girl grits her teeth when he does not respond, but rather slams the door loudly in her face. Which, in turn, deflates her ego ten-fold, and inflates her anger. What is wrong with him?! She goes out of her way to brighten his day, and he slams the door smack-dab in her face?!

It is official, and has been for a while— Shikamaru is terribly inconsiderate. So much so that she wonders if he even cares for himself.

Angrily, rage powering her fists, she pounds on the door with her clenched hands. Meanwhile yelling, "Shikamaru! Open the door bastard! Let me in!" She continues wailing, and is pissed when he will not even acknowledge her with his voice.

On the other side of the door, the eighteen-year-old male is dying of heat— and her. Why does she always come to me when she has nothing else to do?! he screams in his mind exasperatedly. He slides helplessly to the floor with his bare back rubbing against the cool, smooth door.

When the pounding does not cease, he decides to tune in out completely. He honestly never has any intention of hurting Ino's feelings, but she wears him out. Everyday she seeks him out with the sole purpose of being a nuisance. At least, it appears so to him.

He first noticed it when Sasuke left the village— she would feign happiness when around him. Then about a week after, she began smiling, before turning her attention on him. Flirting, and leaving tickling, teasing touches on his chest—

Now, he knows. Ino is in it because of the thrill of the chase. She never held any true feelings for Sasuke, rather she enjoyed competing over him. Currently, she is doing the same— chasing him for the hell of it.

Suddenly, he realizes that during his ponderings, the banging on the door ceased. He rises, turns toward the door, and tugs it open.

She is no longer there.

"Wow," he hears. Shocked, he turns and catches sight of the irritating blonde smiling carelessly.

How the hell did she enter his house?!

"Shikamaru-kun, did you know that your windows need to be locked?" she asks, as if genuinely interested. "I got in like really easily… Renew your locks… Anyway, what would you like to do today? We could go to the beach for a swim, or just chill here… and I dunno, watch movies or somethin'."

"Chick flicks— no." He says quickly, shuddering at the thought of the overly sentimental drama-full sappy mess. "You could go home and let me sleep," he offers casually.

"No, I…" And she pauses, dumbstruck for whatever reason. Her blue eyes examine him up and down, before her cheeks turn a healthy shade of red. "Ne, Shikamaru-kun… you do know that… you don't have a shirt on? Right?" She blushes further. "And… only boxers…"

"Yeah, I know." He had presumed she knew as well. But, the fact that she has not acknowledged it until now amuses him. Slightly. He smirks, and glances down. "Why? Does it bother you?" He is fully aware that she has turned red.

"Oh, um… no. Not at all…" The woman heads toward the couch, her back now to him. She is uneasy and flustered, and he can tell, because she fiddles with the edge of her skirt. She then sits, sighing softly. That is the last sound she makes for the next few minutes.

After these few minutes, he mimics her actions. Shikamaru sits beside her, and is fully aware of her gaze as he does so. "What's the matter with you?" he asks. "You don't have a problem with molesting me, yet you can't even spare me a glance while I'm shirtless? You're complicatedly troublesome, really."

"I don't molest you!" she screams, instantly defensive about the subject. "I told you, my hand slipped!"

"Yeah, I know," he sighs once more. "Your hand slips all the time… for thirty good minutes… all over my body?" He thinks back to the incident(s), which causes him to blush.

"It's not molestation if the so-called 'victim' is a willing participant! And besides…" her voice softens, and his attention is further grasped by her authentic mansuetude. "you're kinda hot…"

"No comparison to Sasuke, though; right?"

She is slightly hurt that he assumes she still has feelings for him. Things fade, as with crushes. "No, you don't compare with Sasuke! Cause you're like a hundred times better than him! You can make me laugh, or smile, and you're never mean to me… well, sometimes… I don't know! I feel really stupid right now so leave me alone!" She turns away from him, blushing as if it is still possible.

"Ino," he calls to her, though she pretends not to hear. She cannot face him due to the embarrassment she expects to suffer. When she won't look him in the eyes, he tugs on her arm before she finally does. "What if I don't want to leave you alone?"

"Then…" Her eyes are now downcast, and he catches on— she will not allow herself to look him directly in the eye for more than a second. "I'd have to…" She stops, and through thick lashes, stares him dead in the eyes.

He gives her no chance to answer as he pulls her arm, and finds her lips. She is startle by the force he uses when bringing her closer, so before they bang heads, she finds something to steady herself. Her hand goes down, and when she realizes she is touching it, she blushes during the kiss.

He fells it as well, and smirks into her lips. He pulls away, and glances down at her hand. "Exactly. Molestation."

"Sh-shut up! My hand slipped!" She removes her hand instantly as if it has been burned. She hold the body part close to her chest. "Shikamaru, you have a very dirty mind. Be ashamed of yourself."

"Sure." he rolls his eyes at the fact that she says such a nonsensical thing.

Suddenly, she smiles, and the matter seems to disappear. "Anyways, I'm coming over more often, since you're always alone over here," she states, her resolve firm. "I don't give a crap what you say about it."

He smirks. "I won't mind."

Authoress' Note: Ugh, that was so pointless. It wasn't what I wanted it to be. So, as a result, I'll do another summer chapter with Shikamaru and Ino since this didn't do it any justice.