Drabble: 9
Title: You want a strategy? I'll give you one.
Characters/Pairing: Shikamaru, Temari
Summary: He plays extremely dirty,
she thought furiously, and almost
flipped the board over.
Requested By: roxas-kh
(Girl, I am so sorry. I totally
forget stuff. So um, yeah, late present? :D )
"Are you happy, being here after a FIVE HOUR trip?"
Silence. An occasional glance at the clouds.
"Because I'm severely pissed right now."
That one looks like a star.
"Are you listening to me?"
Wait-wait..that one looks like a really angry woman--
wait, that is a woman.
Oh.
"Huh?"
"You know for an ambassador, you really suck." She snarls,
her face contorting with anger; making her gold hair stick up
like hands, like fists.
He finds it a little bit threatening.
Just a little.
"Say what again?" He asks curiously.
"You suck." She hisses.
"Oh really? Sorry to disappoint you, but um, yeah, I really don't care. Later."
"WHAT?"
He speeds his pace through the gates, and no, he is not running.
(Because running is troublesome and he is not, in any way, shape or form.)
"YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME UNATTENDED IN YOUR MOTHER--"
Okay, so he runs.
"Dude, how do you keep beating me?"
Chouji is whining and smacking his lips and digging to find the last few golden chips,
you know the kind, the ones that are really small but super-crispy and oh, he loves them--
(Which is probably why he's so busy burying his head in them and not looking at the board, Shika thinks.)
"Because I am awesome."
"He is not awesome."
And his hair sticks up, (well technically it already did, but now it's reallly sticking up.)
And she's panting and her hair is practically floating off her head and her eyes are as like angry
shells of watermelons and she's baring her teeth like a cat and she's almost scarier than
Ino when she's on her period.
(Did she take a trip to hell by any chance?)
She shoves Chouji into the wall and sits on the cushion, heaving and sweating and she kind of smells good,
but Shikamaru won't tell her that.
"Holy mother, Shikamaru, what the hell is that?"
Chouji whispers, his rather large body buried beneath the screen door which has toppled over, and she turns and stare at him with a feral leer on her decent--(she's NOT pretty.) face.
"I am worse than your mother."
She hisses, and Chouji makes a face.
"But I like my mom."
She glares him into silence.
Shikamaru tries to look at the cloud past her head.
(Hello, cloud, you're looking nice and non-troublesome today. I wish women were like you...)
"Play me."
He stares at the heaving mass of woman and blinks.
"What?"
"Play me, you pineapple-headed bastard. I want to see if there's a brain behind your hair."
(You're the one with four pineapples lady.)
"Tch, whatever. I could do this in my sleep."
"Good, because if you don't, I'll be making you go to sleep for a long, long time."
(He shuts up.)
Okay, so she's really good.
(The strategy isn't kind of sorta (okay, it's not,) really working.)
And well, he's a little nervous.
(just a little)
She smiles that somewhat attractive smile, the one where she shows all her teeth and her eyelashes pop out against that tan skin of hers and make her eyes shine like something --evil.
Because she's still glaring at him.
And it's a little scary.
"..See? You're all talk. You can't play to save your life, in fact, you don't have a life--"
She trails off, spitting the words out and her face still contorted in rage.
He idly watches the way her hands move, the way she clutches a stray piece and she has forgotten about
the one she left in the corner and--
"--and I could kick your ass anyday but I won't because I'm going to--"
And he moves his piece forward all the while leaning forward and crushing his mouth against hers.
It tastes like fireworks and sand and angry-quartets of pineapple gold hair and snarls and whirling fans
and he pulls back and he almost smirks but he doesn't and --
And she stares at him, cheeks flushed and her mouth open.
(Silence is so damn beautiful.)
Until she slowly makes her mouth start working.
"You...suck."
You want a strategy? I'll give you a strategy.
It involves me and your mouth.
And you shutting up.
