Death
The day lazy Shikamaru died
…was on the day he realized he was relevant in building a future. He had to get his act together if he wanted his own plans to work out…So he asked her on a date. So industrious of him.
The day genius Shikamaru died
…was on the day his mind went totally blank. Not a single coherent thought in his head when she said 'I love you, ass.' Good thing his heart was ready with his answer for his brains had just—surprise, surprise—failed him.
The day crybaby Shikamaru rose from the dead
…was when he held his new born child for the first time. The tiny being was half his and half hers…Between them they created a miracle. And it was not embarrassing to shed a few tears, not when she was sniffing herself.
And the day the troublesome word was killed, never to be uttered again
…was every time his infant son wailed, calling for him and trusting him to take care of the littlest things. No one, not even Shikamaru, could consider such a cute, scrunched-up, tear-stained face, troublesome. Not when little Shikadai knew how to bestow to his father, his most lovable gurgles, his infectious laughter, and his contented smile.
And the misogynist Shikamaru died
…in a most painful way. Since he met her, his views of his mother and of women in general, changed drastically. With every blow to his manhood, she had proven to be his equal. She was the person who demanded for him to be better. But also she was the person that he could lean on to when he got tired of it all; the person he shared his life with—the good and the bad. And that person was definitely a woman—Temari.
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~7 16 15AF Psame~