I've got an angel
She doesn't wear any wings
Temari snuck into the small apartment. She would have switched on the lights, but the lazy shinobi who owned the messy, plain place was sleeping. She placed her things on the counter and made her way to his couch. As she looked down at it, she was careful not to fall too deeply into it.
Shikamaru stood in the doorway of his room looking at Temari. It was weird how beautifully the moon shined on her facial features. She was sweating for the humidity outside. She was frowning as she laid her blanket on top of the couch cushions. He hated to admit it because it shouldn't be true. She looked heavenly.
She wears a heart that can melt my own
She wears a smile that can make you wanna sing
Shikamaru could remember back to the first time they had met after Naruto had returned to the villlage. She was the ambassador for Suna, and she had changed her attire completely. It was actually conventional. Now, a year later, she was uncomfortably trying to sleep on his couch. He let out a sigh, which attracted her attention. "I didn't mean to wake you up, crybaby."
Though, she would never admit her feelings, he knew that she meant that and wasn't joking. That was the way she communicated. Her heart was buried deep inside her shell, but she let it hit the surface sometimes. It was beautiful when she did.
He smiled at her. "Sleep in the bed tonight." She looked shocked and briefly became flustered. He shook his head. "I'll sleep on the couch."
She leaped to her feet and grabbed her blanket. She raced past him and hopped into the bed. She smiled happily towards him. "You can't change your mind now."
"That would be too troublesome woman."
She gives me presents, with her presence alone
She gives me everything I could wish for
She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home
Shikamaru trotted into the living room as Temari watched him leave. She crept under the covers. She tossed and turned for about an hour before she sat up in bed and placed her feet on the floor. She didn't know why she felt so bad about being in his bed without him. He had offered, but she crept into the living room where Shikamaru sat on the couch. "I'm guessing that you can't sleep either, lazyass."
He turned his head to acknowledge her question. He motioned for her to sit beside him. She did as he pleased and sat beside him. "What's wrong?" She knew he was acting weird. She simply knew him.
He solemnly started talking. His voice was course and rough. "I killed Hidan for revenge, not to avenge Asuma."
Shikamaru looked down at his hands, as he moved his thumbs in a circular motion around each other. That was the habit he had when he was nervous. No one outside of her knew that though. "Temari, shinobi are supposed to be noble in how they kill and…"
Temari threw her hand up to his mouth to shut him up. With her free hand, she separated his thumbs for each other. She realized that she had to be the genius now.
"Noble shinobi are also human. They will mess up and slip up. Even if that simply means they slip up in their true intentions." She kissed him on the cheek sweetly.
It had also killed her inside to kiss someone. It was either forced upon her or that person was a relative. Either way, she hated it. Shikamaru, however, brought her brighter side out. She found hope through him, and in all the years she had been associated with him, he had never caught on. A kiss was a fool-proof way of getting her message across.
"You are a genius, but you will mess up. You are a great shinobi, Shikamaru." She stood up and started to walk into his bedroom before she suddenly couldn't walk. She couldn't move. Her pleasant demeanor quickly dissolves.
Shikamaru held her in his shadow jutsu. "Temari," He moved in closer to her, soon being inches behind her. He kissed her neck. "I just had to return the favor." He backed away out of her range of fire before he released.
Temari rubbed the back of her neck before she glared at him. She wanted to hit him, but she wanted to do something else with him more. "Shikamaru, you can't sleep on the couch. I won't let you." She was bossy, and she knew it. But she got her way, and she knew that too. Shikamaru looked at her and smiled meekly. He passed her, and she closed the door behind him.
She can make angels
I've seen it with my own eyes
You've gotta be careful when you've got good love
Cuz those angels will just keep on multiplying
They couldn't pinpoint when the conception date was, but they liked to imagine that it was that night. Shikamaru peered behind the glass windows that separated him from his daughter. He knew that she took after her mother. She was stunning even as a newborn. It scared him because she had his dark hair already. He could see it coming in.
As a genius, he already estimated her height and weight before she was born, but her eye color stunned him. They were blue, the kind of blue you could easily get lost in.
He smiled as Choji stood beside him. He held a bag of chips in his hand, but he wasn't eating. "Shikamaru, that can't be yours."
Shikamaru turned defensively toward his best friend. He never would do that under other circumstances, but this was his baby girl. "And why not?"
Choji laughed. "Because she's too beautiful."
But you're so busy changing the world
Just one smile and you can change all of mine
After her birth, Temari ran nonstop. To Shikamaru, she appeared to be almost robotic. She wanted to change the world around her rapidly. The house was cleaner. The baby somehow was happier. Shikamaru was sleepier.
He realized that Temari had a natural motherly instinct. She had practically raised both of her brothers. And for what she had to work with, she did a fantastic job. One had ended up as the Kazekage after all.
As the days rushed by, Shikamaru missed her old ways. She barely nagged him or threw a insult. He imagined that she was too tired to come up with anything.
One day, Shikamaru got up early. It was a pain, but he forced himself to anyway. The house was quiet, and the sun barely peeked over the horizon.
He cleaned the household chores that Temari did on a day-to-day basis. He had finished as Temari headed down the stairs. She saw Shikamaru sitting on the couch and smiled.
Shikamaru caught a glimpse of it. He missed that smile of hers.
"Lazyass, I'm impressed." She leaned over him and quickly kissed him on the forehead before heading to the kitchen.
We share the same soul
We share the same soul
We share the same soul