- What happens when you find yourself asking the "if" question? - With only the very beginning of this story in my mind I decided to begin writing a long one again. I have no idea how it will develop or end, and how long will it take, but I feel like writing something messy, hard, a little darker. Let's see what happens.

A collection of oneshots centered on Shikamaru and Temari's lives post chapter 699. Contains some Shikadai

Love doesn't get more dysfunctional than this. Then again, it doesn't get more passionate either. Drabbles in the life of Shikamaru and Temari, all 100 words and under.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that, when someone gives you a key to their home, they trust you. It is also only natural to then disregard said person's privacy and inspect their house from top to bottom. Temari is left to house sit for two days. Shikamaru comes back to find his photo albums on the floor...and a Sunan kunoichi wearing his clothes?

"Troublesome woman." Shikamaru grumbled. "Crybaby." Temari retorted. ShikaTema.

Frustrations run high in an ANBU camp, especially when there is a significant lack of balance between men and women. Shikatema.

ShikaTema oneshot. "It's a pretty good comparison," Shikamaru said out loud as the leaf disappeared into the sky. He was the leaf, she was wind. She blew him whichever way she wanted, and there was nothing he could do to stop this troublesome woman.

Kankuro and Temari take Shikamaru out for his first night of drinking. Kankuro wants blackmail material. Temari wants a good buzz. And all Shikamaru really wants is to go home. Fat chance. Friend-fic, mildly ShikaTema.

Shikamaru and Temari are trapped in a hopeless scenario. It doesn't matter how smart Shikamaru is, or how strong Temari is, there's one man that has all the power. And, this time, it may very well be game over.