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Lie (101)
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There was something about the atmosphere in the room that made him want to rip apart the wall paper and shred it down into the smallest pieces possible.

Then claw at the walls behind them until they came undone and crumbled around him like ashes and dust.

"What?" He said quietly, leaning forward to meet her eyes.

She repeated her sentence calmly and he nodded.

"Okay." He said simply. "Alright."

Ino pursed her lips and look down.

"Is it really alright?"

"Yes. Absolutely." Shikamaru laughed slightly hysterically. "Why should I care if she wants to go out and date some guys?"

He wiped his hands on his trousers and ran his fingers through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck and exhaling deeply.

Ino arched her eyebrow and leaned back against the wall.

"Shikamaru?"

"Yes?"

"I give you permission to punch the guy."

He met her gaze for a split second before jogging out if his apartment, slamming the door behind him, leaving Ino standing with a small smile on her lips.

She pulled open the curtains and watched Shikamaru march up to Temari and a very attractive man.

"Lets see how long the shadow clone holds up..." She snickered, making a mental note to improve her chakra levels, because this trick could definitely come in handy again...

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Confession (121)
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She looked at him and awkwardly rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Uh, I heard you and Hana broke up..."

He glanced up at her and shrugged, slouching deeper into her dining room chair.

"We weren't great together," Shikamaru admitted, looking guilty.

"Well she's a bitch for dumping you." Temari offered, sitting down opposite him and observing him through the glasses of juice that she'd set on the table, the bent straws turning towards each other.

"No. She isn't."

Temari ignored her disappointment: He obviously still liked Hana if he was defending her like that.

"Did she say why...?"

"Yes."

She waited for him to continue, but he said nothing. She reached for her glass and took a sip from it, acutely aware of his gaze that was focussed on her. His eyes bore into hers when she met them, and she couldn't resist the question: "Why aren't you upset?"

"Because she was right to end it."

She sighed and stood up, walking right over to him and looking down at his dark eyes, waiting for some kind of explanation.

"Why did you come here? Why aren't you in tears? Why did she end it?"

"To see you, I didn't like her and... I'm not answering the last question."

"Why did you come to see me? You know I suck at comforting people."

"I didn't come to be comforted, but you know that."

And she did.

"I didn't like Hana, and you know that too."

Yes, she did know that.

"You also know exactly why she broke up with me."

Her. She knew it was because of her.

"And you therefore know exactly why I came to see you."

"Yes. I do."

"So when will you stop playing dumb?" He asked, bringing his arms around her waist and pulling her on to his lap.

"Is this your confession?" She asked, smiling knowingly at him.

"I've nothing to confess-I'm a man without sin."

She laughed at him and turned so that she was facing him head on.

"We'll see about that..."

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Crash (90)
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There was a collision on the street five minutes from Temari's apartment.

There were no casualties, no injuries sustained.

It was hardly a collision at all.

It was simply the moment where she brushed against somebody's shoulder and turned to apologise, only to be met with eyes that she knew so well, centred on a face that she'd recently forgotten to miss.

And then there was the crash: When her life was suddenly sent hurtling into his once more because she'd lost her gravity and was pulled right in by his.

"Temari," he said, sounding as shocked as she felt, but looking as bored as she remembered.

She turned and continued walking, a limp in her courage from the accident.

They'd just brushed shoulders, but it sent electricity spiralling through her veins, invading all her cells and recoding her.

She was hijacked by his presence and not once, not twice, but three times did she turn to ensure that he wasn't close behind her.

Though that was where she where she wanted him to stay: Behind her.

Somewhere in the past.

A distant memory.

Fading...

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Shirt (42)
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The shirt was tossed aside easily, once she'd finished with the buttons, and he shrugged it off as he pinned her to the wall, his hands travelling from her knee to her hip and back down, mesmerised by the softness and warmth of her skin.

"Shikamaru," she gasped, pulling away from him as his hand slid between her legs, which she hadn't been expecting.

"Yes?" He asked innocently, kissing her jaw tenderly and masking his pride as he heard her suck in a shallow breath.

"Nothing. Keep going." She managed, leaning her head back and shutting her eyes.

So he did.


A/N: Well this would have been better HAD I NOT LOST AN ENTIRE CHAPTER.

Aaanyways, please follow/fave/review this mess.

~Lee ;)