As the boys prepared for bed, Shikaoi couldn't help, but feel a sense of foreboding. As soon as he crawled into bed, his twin brother slipped in after him. Leaving Shikamaru's own bed for Sasuke and Naruto to share.
Shikamaru turned to his brother an expectant look in his eyes. Shikaoi glanced at his teammates to see similarly expectant faces.
Shikaoi sighed rolling flat on his back trying to come up with a way to explain to his brothers (and Sasuke and Naruto were his brothers as well he realized). His twin grabbed his hand squeezing it reassuringly, and Shikaoi let go of his anxiety and spoke.
He explained how he always seemed to know things before they happened. He spoke about the fear he felt waking up after the massacre, and finding out he had another person living in his mind who was able to try to take their life. He talked about the fact that he wasn't supposed to exist — wincing as Shikamaru's grip tightened — and how their world was supposedly fictional. He told the three boys everything that had happened and everything he knew was going to happen if he hadn't existed. He relayed all his fears and worries for the future, and his hopes and dreams.
The more Shikaoi spoke the better he felt. It was almost freeing. The fact that the other three had yet to say anything was concerning but he let go of his fear of the consequences. Telling them what he internally noted was probably more than he should have, but for once Shikaoi didn't care. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted off his chest, and he could finally breathe.