Idiots can be geniuses too, right?
Meltdown
It is only right for the man to ask the girl right? Naah, way too troublesome.
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.Shikamaru could hardly stand the people around him. But he was far too lazy to complain. He had been stuck with Sakura at the hotel's recreational center for children for two hours six minutes and thirty five seconds, but really, who was counting? He had hated the fact that he was surrounded by too many brats at that time that it had took him all of his will power not to snap because, well, he was Shikamaru and he was too lazy to do such troublesome things.
"Shika-kun, look look! I scored a shot!" Sakura jumped with glee as she had been attempting to score a point at a basketball game machine (you know, where you shoot the ball and all that crap..)
The Nara merely scowled as he stared at her for assurance that he was listening and had acknowledged her victory. Bothered by his bored expression, the kunoichi went up to the pineapple headed male and tugged on his hand.
"Huh?" he arched an eyebrow at her smiling face.
"Here. Come with me." and then she pulled him out of the stuffy room and led him to another recreational area. Only this time, it was for senior citizens.
He had noticed that there weren't that many people around, only a few oldies who sat on couches in the far secluded corner of the somewhat large room.
"What the-?" he muttered under his breath as they stood in front of a table that was specially designed for shogi.
"Let's play, Shika-kun!" she smiled.
"Troublesome." he smirked as they sat opposite from each other and started the game.
Halfway through the battle, Shikamaru had remembered his purpose as to why he was with her in the first place.
"Sakura, I am not-" he stopped in mid sentence as she did something particularly pride breaking.
"Aha! I won!" Shikamaru's eyes widened.
Had I been to consumed in my thoughts to even notice that she was beating me? Well, sure Sakura's bright and intelligent but... he thought as he stared at her in disbelief.
"So, Shika-kun, what were you about to say?" Sakura questioned as she placed both of her palms under her chin.
"Urgh." Shikamaru brushed off the fact that he had been careless. "I'm not gay."
She blinked. "Of course you aren't, silly!" she laughed at him.
Could it be? Had he finally managed to accomplish what the other idiots couldn't?
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It would only be in a matter of seconds when Sakura would crush his dream.
"I mean, who would be happy to lose a fairly conducted battle?"
... (I thought so...)
"Sakura, the gay I meant here is that..." suddenly he was caught off by a third party who was only passing by.
"He's gay?" a blond woman asked Sakura.
"Apparently, he is..." Sakura patted the woman's back.
"Ah, what a pity. All the buff and handsome guys are coming out of the closet nowadays..." the woman said as she began to leave.
"Yeah, and apparently, most of the women I pity are also blondes too." Sakura murmured.
Shikamaru got what she said by blondes. He had noticed Ino and Temari getting all lovey dovey with him.
"How troublesome, I give up." Shikamaru said to himself.
"What's there to give up on, honey. The game's over." Sakura winked at him. "Or perhaps you want me to teach you too."
"Teach?"
And at that he was caught in a lip lock with the kunoichi.
Damn.
"Have you been 'teaching' the others as well?" he ignored the previous situation.
"Well, they had been asking for it." Sakura placed a finger on her lip. "Wait, are you jealous? So you fancy someone in the group? Don't worry Shika-kun, I never made it all the way with any of them. Though Kiba had asked that, I was obliged to recline, knowing it might break Naruto's heart."
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"Oh well, I best be going, since Naruto requested my presence at the nearby ramen shop. He said to come after this." she smiled and went on her way.
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Women are too troublesome.
When you really think about it, women really are troublesome.
"Shikamaru! How'd it go?" Kiba piped up.
"Troublesome." and at that he went inside his room and stared at the pineapple.
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Meltdown
A/N: I think I'm loosing my touch. But c'mon, it's not like I had that much to offer, right? I mean, just by reading this chapter, this short and uncared for chapter, you'd realize my pathetic attempts at making it sound... interesting. Though I may have failed (miserably) I'll try to look at the bright side (if there is any) and be more optimistic about constructive criticisms...
Gahh... whatever.. this is too tiresome. It's not like anyone's gonna bother to read this part anyway... why would I even bother. But if you are... then raise your paws! :0
I hated those periods. They're totally disturbing.