A/N
Okay, this is my first fanfiction and I'm new at this so reviews would be really helpful! I am interested in what you guys have to say. Remember
constructive criticism please!

This one is much shorter than before, and I'm not sure what to do in the next chapter so I would like to hear you ideas...


A gentle ray of sun caressed my face. It isn't hot but its familiarity woke me up. I opened my eyes and stared at a plain white ceiling of a fairly small room, a room just big enough to be a bedroom. I really don't remember how I got here. I know I lost my temper last night and my wrath was unleashed upon every living thing I came across but I don't remember renting an inn. As I try to recall what happened last night, something stirred right between my arms. To my horror, it was a guy. His dark raven hair was fixed into a loose ponytail, probably loosened by lying down, and his facial expression was indifferent, lazy as usual. It was no other than that lazy bastard, Nara Shikamaru.

Oh no! It wasn't a dream after all. I really said what I said and did what I did. I can feel my cheeks turning into a rosy colour. I don't know how I felt about it. I am simply stunned by what happened. It wasn't scandalous enough to be utterly humiliated but then it isn't those things that you just let freely pass. Truthfully, I have to admit that I have no regrets at all; however it is unlike me to make such sudden unintended decisions especially one with this much audacity. I wonder what his thoughts are about it; I mean he didn't seem to appear unwilling or even diffident. He must have thought I was sick, very sick…

As I lay back down hoping not to wake him up, I noticed that his face was calmer than usual. It wasn't lazy; it was just untroubled and relaxed. I bet you he would describe it like a cloud. It was so fascinating that I just watched him for a while and observe random things I wouldn't otherwise observe. The hours quickly came to pass and soon it was near noon. Since this guy sleeps like a log, I decided to take a nice long shower but I didn't have my stuff with me. I think I left them in the forest so I took the first clothes I saw at his unsurprisingly messy closet and navigated my way around his apartment and located the bathroom. My first impression of his place was it was moderately small, obviously big enough for a person or two to live in. It was quite messy too but I already anticipated that because of his lazy nature.

After I finished taking a shower which was probably about an hour later, he was still fast asleep. When will this guy wake up? I tried to amuse myself with his stuff whilst he slept soundly but I eventually got bored. I began to get hungry too. Fortunately, he had enough ingredients in his empty kitchen to make a simple pancake recipe so I started cooking. I'm not the best cook but I'm not the worst either. I cooked enough breakfast for my brothers to know how to make good pancakes. As the delicious aroma fills my nose, my tummy grumbles and I hear Shikamaru finally waking up from his slumber.

"Morning!" he yawned when he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning!" I replied while flipping the last of the pancakes with much expertise. "However, it is already afternoon so might I rephrase: Good afternoon!"

"Morning to me, afternoon to you and everybody else," he said sitting on one of the chairs near the bench top.

"Whatever! You slept so long that I thought you were hibernating," I retorted with a smirk.

He grinned back. "I see you are wearing the clothes of the Nara clan, is that meant to imply anything?"

I can feel myself blush once again. "Hey, just because I kissed you last night doesn't mean you go pushing it–"

"Wait, you kissed me?"

I can feel myself getting redder. "I'm so going to kill you. I am capable of performing unspeakable tortures that–"

"Hush, I don't doubt it so quit nagging. It's early in the morning – or your afternoon," he paused, "–and you're already giving me a headache."

"I'll shred you to pieces, rip you apart – "

"Haven't you already done that to my heart?" he muttered with that intelligent and calculated look on his face.

I was speechless… and remarkably red. Unlike others, this guy just manipulates me so easily as if I was one of his shogi pieces. Maybe that's why I like him so much but I'm just not going to let it show. I gave him a death stare and remained silent for the rest of our breakfast.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said apologetically moving his seat closer to mine. Our shadows were entwined, although to me it looked like my shadow was caught in his.

"All I was planning to say was that you look great. Well, certainly much better than yesterday…"

I said nothing. Maybe my shadow was really caught in his, he could have casted a jutsu without me noticing. Maybe he was manipulating my shadows just like my emotions. I don't know anymore.

"And as for yesterday, that is only for the both of us to know…" he said as he moved much closer. "…just like this one is…"

Our lips barely touched when I felt great heat emanating from the stovetop. He must have felt it too because he moved back and turned his head.

"Temari, you left the fire on!" he yelled as attempted in extinguishing the intense flames.

"Oops!" In an instant, I grabbed my iron fan and extinguished the flames in one swift motion. That was when I noticed our shadows were actually attached to each other. That lazy jerk! I guess my shadow was caught in his once again…