Shikaku
Shikamaru was busy. That what he said, when he took off. Shikaku looking out at the clear, cool spring day, knew the truth. The lazy bum was out there on that hill napping or cloud glazing.
Lucky brat.
Shikaku didn't mind though, he had another child. One who adored him and wanted to spend the day with him playing Shogi.
Once he taught her how.
"Sakura, dear come here."
A sleepy candy haired head raise to look at him from its fort of blankets.
"Come here, sleepy head, I'm going to teach you to play Shogi." Shikaku states opening his arms.
A pink brow rises, the thought is loud and clear, I'm much more comfy here.
"If you get good, you can beat your big brother." Shikaku manipulated not so subtle, his little flower is very competitive. She gets that from her mother.
Within minutes he has a sleepy warm bundle in his lap complete with blanket and stuffed fawn, a present from Shikamaru.
"Teach me Daddy." She demands softly, snuggling into him. He smiles, kissing the top of her head, her pink locks tickle his nose.
An hour of explaining, then showing leads to the first game. Sakura put up a bit of a fight at having to get up to move to the other side of the board.
She glared at him from across the board, wrapped in her blanket as if it was the middle of winter. He's not sure if it's because he made her move or if it's her competitive nature rearing it's scary head. She's a little scary, but he's her favorite. They start the game, he goes first, she be adamant that he does.
Demanding women fill his life. Sighs.
He not sure how long the game lasted, or how long he's been staring at the board.
What he does know is simply one thing; she beat him.
He looked up at his opponent, his adorable daughter. He watches her yawn and rub her cheek against her stuff toy.
How is this possible.
It has to be a fluke. Right?
How could she beat him, Shikamaru hasn't beaten him yet.
His crisis is interrupted by a tugging on his arm. It's his pink haired conquer. Come to rub his lost in his face, no doubt. Well she could bring her worst.
"Daddy nap." She stated tugging him to the yard hammock. He puts up little fight, it's a good day for a nap outside.
Within minutes she's napping on top of him, as he pets her hair and lightly rocks them.
He's an awesome teacher no doubt, but that match was pure luck and a fluke, he reassures himself.
After their afternoon nap, he asks for a rematch.
She smiles and calls him a Sore Loser.
Her mother laughs.
He sighs. He should have went with Shikamaru.
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Fin
Thanks to Lady Shizu for the wonderful idea. -showers her with love-
Thanks for all the suggestions. Still having some trouble but I'm working on it.
