-1This is another request. I didn't know how to write this one with one of the characters because I wasn't going to make up a character.

Disclaimer: 'Don't own' sign is now on my bedroom door, window, and me. Several people have already tried taking me away (mainly people in white coats).

Name: Faker

Memory #: 3

Summary: His entire life was just a fabricated lie. He was born into a different family, but his parents died. He was given to another couple that acted like his parents. They never asked him if he was okay with his new lifestyle when he met them at three years old. He didn't really remember meeting them and never asked why they never had any baby pictures of him.

Pairing: Shikamaru centric

If you could describe Nara Shikamaru in one word, what would you choose? Lazy? Smart? Boring? Interesting? Smoker? Friend? Teammate? What if you knew who Shikamaru was, what would be your word? How about fake? It's true and speaks of almost every year of his young life. Three years were true. The only years of truth.

September twenty-second was the very day Kazuo Shikamaru came into the world. His father was an intelligent ANBU captain, who stepped down to become a Jonin sensei. The man, Akira, stood at five foot eight with dark hair like Shikamaru's, but he had bright green eyes. His mother was a simple Chunin that taught at the academy with no want to become a Jonin or anything else. The lady, Sora, was a small one at five foot two with blonde hair and dark eyes. She was a quiet woman while her husband was quite loud.

"He's so cute!" Hitsugani Sakura said. She was nineteen and the family's first child. Her husband was a Suna shinobi, so she lived there with him. "Little Shikamaru! My baby brother. I can't wait to brag about you to my friends." With that, Sakura popped out a camera and began snapping pictures. Shikamaru began to cry after awhile because of the god awful flash. Sakura was forced to stop after that.

"He makes a fine addition to the family," Akira said. He was a man who believed that the greatest things were behind your front door waiting for you. He looked at his daughter. "Your age difference and distance from home better not make you a stranger, or I'll stick you in a room with him for an entire day." That was a warning Sakura knew would never happen. Shika would know her alright.

October tenth, Akira died fighting the Kyuubi, so it was just Shikamaru and Sora. She tried to make the best of it and told him stories every night about Akira and Sakura. Shikamaru would be fatherless, but he would have at least some knowledge of a father.

November eighteenth, Sora was killed in a simple hostage situation at the academy. Sakura wouldn't get news for several days, but Shikamaru was put as an orphan. Shikamaru was present at the funeral that his sister couldn't make because of a mission. At that moment, three-year-old Shikamaru was finally realizing how alone he was. That was only for a few days.

November twenty-fifth, Nara Yoshino dragged her husband to the orphanage. If she couldn't have children from her body, she'd adopt one. Kazuo Shikamaru stood out to her because he just stared out the window as if he was waiting for someone. Shikamaru would never remember that he was waiting for Sakura to come a pick him up.

If you asked Shikamaru what his earliest memory was, he'd say the day he started the academy at five. He forgot about the sister in Suna still writing to him, the father who was only in stories, and the mother who endured for him. Shikaku and Yoshino never said anything either. They wanted him to be happy. Everything went down hill when Sakura came to visit her brother, still believing he was in the orphanage.

Seventeen-year-old Shikamaru yawned and looked lazily up at the sky. There were no clouds that day, which to Shikamaru meant something was going to happen. He got up and decided to head home. His mother was probably going to boss him around, but it was better than watching a cloudless sky. He almost opened the front door when he heard yelling coming from a strange voice.

"You didn't tell him! I'm his sister for god's sake! I wrote letters to him! What happen to them!" the person said. Shikamaru was interested now. She said she was his sister. He was an only child as far as he knew, so who was this lady.

"Hitsugani-san, please calm down. We kept the letters and were planning on telling Shikamaru, but he couldn't remember anything about the Kazuo family or you. We didn't want to freak him out," Shikaku said. Shikamaru was shocked. He felt something come over him as he fainted. Everyone inside heard him fall, and Sakura was the first one out there to see him.

"Shikamaru, I'm so sorry," she whispered. Shikamaru looked so different and so familiar. She missed the smiling child in the pictures she owned. She wanted her brother back.

Shikamaru dreamt of two women with blonde hair. The one had dark eyes while the other one had blue ones. The blue eyed one had a camera and snapped pictures of him. The dark eyed woman would scold the other and attempt to take away the camera. Shikamaru dreamt that dream-him began crying because of the flash and the dark eyed woman came to comfort him while the other hid the camera. He remembered a name when he woke up. Hitsugani Sakura. Camera freak. Shikamaru woke up in his bedroom and looked around. It was all a lie. He was Nara Shikamaru. He was related to Hitsugani Sakura somehow. He vaguely remember her calling herself his sister. She was his sister. Shikamaru held his head. He tried to remember before the academy. Glimpses of the orphanage, a funeral, the dark eyed lady smiling, and a picture of a man with dark hair and blue eyes ran through. He remembered stories of a man named Akira. He finally just screamed for all he was worth.

"Shikamaru, enough," Shikaku said. He was seated by the bed with the Sakura lady. She smiled at him and held out her hand. Shikamaru stared at it before realizing she wanted him to shake hands with her.

"Hitsugani Sakura, Jonin of Suna," Sakura said. Shikamaru nodded and opened his mouth to introduce himself. "I already know you. I mean, I use to know you like you used to know me." She seemed sad about the late part. Shikamaru sighed and looked at Shikaku, who was looking at the floor.

"Shikamaru, you were adopted because my wife couldn't carry children. Your father died before you were old enough to remember while your mother died in a hostage situation at the academy when you were three. Your sister here was living in Suna and wasn't told about you being adopted. I know this is a lot, but trust me, you were loved by both families," Shikaku said. Shikamaru didn't want to believe anything they were saying. He got off of his bed and walked out.

A year later, Naruto and Shikamaru were talking about a mission. Someone came up to Shikamaru and asked him who he was. Shikamaru didn't know how to respond, so he was silent for a moment. He was soon smiling and shaking hands with the person, Hitsugani Yoshi, ANBU of Suna.

"I'm Shikamaru. Just Shikamaru because I quit being a lie," Shikamaru said. Yoshi nodded and walked away. Shikamaru didn't know he was still living and would continue living the lie he found to get rid of. The lie started September twenty-third eighteen years back.

Not as good I would like it to be. Basically, Shikamaru is just a lie. Still taking in requests.