Part 4-Idiot father…

"I always end up fighting the girl." He poked the ramen furiously and finally ate a bit. He put his chopsticks down and was jumped by a stranger; they locked their arms around his neck and refused to let go

"Shika-kun!"

"Ino?" He managed to choke out, "I… can't… breathe…" He attempted to pull her arms away from his neck at which point she did a handstand on his shoulders and flipped over so she landed facing him

"Pretty impressive, no?" She smiled and took his ramen

"No is right, you're just annoying." He tried to take his ramen back, Ino responded by running over to Naruto and proceeded to eat Shikamaru's ramen, "great, another blonde…"

"Blondes are better than brunettes," she reached over and pulled his hair, "ain't that right Naruto?" Naruto responded by nodding with a mouth full of ramen

"Oh? Is that why you like Sasuke?" Shikamaru raised a triumphant eyebrow as Ino stuttered to find an answer

"Well… umm… I have your ramen, so there!" She stuck her tongue out at him

"Huh?" Naruto put down his chopsticks and raised an eyebrow at Ino

"I have ramen," She smiled at him triumphantly

"Oh… whatever…" He picked up his chopsticks and dove back in to his ramen and was soon joined by Ino

"You two have no idea how similar you two are…"

"NANI!" Ino and Naruto shouted at him simultaneously, "TAKE THAT BACK!"

"Whatever…" He flopped over onto his back to look up at the clouds; they were now a purple haze-ish colour against a dark blue sky. His line of vision was blocked by blonde hair and blue eyes, "What is it Ino?"

"Thanks for the ramen!" She burped in his face, "oh!" She covered her mouth and laughed, "Excuse me!"

"You never act this manish and weird in front of other people," Shikamaru stood up and sighed, "do you try to be this annoying?"

"It's a natural gift." She looked up at the sky, "I should probably head home, mum wants me to help clean up the shop." Ino suddenly turned around and ran off

Naruto and Shikamaru headed their separate ways. As Shikamaru headed home he bumped into his dad, who, for a change, wasn't drunk.

"Shikamaru!"

Shikamaru's eyebrow twitched, "Dad, I'm standing right next to you. You really don't have to shout."

"Ah, gomen, gomen. I saw you with Inoshi's younger daughter earlier… what's her name, Ino?"

"Younger… daughter?"

"Did I say that? I must be mixed up at the moment…" He quickly tried to cover up what he had just said, "you like her don't you?" He nudged his son

"Me like Ino?" He turned red from this unexpected question, "She's like family"

"What kind of family, like a wife?" He nudged Shikamaru again

"Dad, I'm twelve"

"Are you? I could have sworn you were 16…"

"Dad…"

"I thought you were kind of a midget, but you do look like a 16 year old…"

"I don't know how you became one of this village's most valuable Jounin…"

"I'm only joking, I know how old you are…"

"Yeah, yeah…" He reached out to open his door, what's this feeling? There's killing intent coming from inside…… Mum… He moved back a bit, "You go ahead dad." He hoped his dad's minimal intoxication would prevent him from sensing it.

Shikato wrapped his hand around the side of the door; he slid it open cautiously and smiled. "Safe!" She wasn't angry at him for once.

Three… Two… One… Shikamaru counted down the time, when he reached one, a frying pan flew through the air; it hit his father dead centre on his forehead with a loud dong from the frying pan and a sickening crack from Shikato's head. Man… he has one hard head… Shikamaru took one step to the side and watched his father hit the ground where he had previously been standing. It was times like this when he wondered how his father was a Jounin and his mother wasn't. He quickly slipped past his mother, who was now giving his half conscious father a lecture about getting drunk and being late, and went into his room. He looked around and saw a form had been left out on his table. He picked it up and scanned it.

"Blah, blah, blah… Escort to hidden sand village… blah, blah, blah… Assist Sarutobi Asuma… blah, blah, blah… responsibility for team 10… blah, blah, blah… temporary member… blah, blah, blah… Hyuga Ginji… blah, blah… blah?" He stopped and looked back at the name of team 10's temporary member, "Hyuga… Ginji…? I know that name…" He put the form back down on the desk and tried to remember where he had heard that name. As he remembered he froze, "Hyuga Ginji… 14 years of age, a powerful genin. During the 'mini war' at the end of the last Chuunin selection exam, he took out two groups of Sound village Jounins by himself. No remorse for killing, almost enjoys killing his opponents…" He sounded like he was quoting facts from a book, "This guy's joining our team for the Chuunin exam? Damn, I don't think I want to deal with him…" Shikamaru picked up the form again to make sure of the name of the temporary team member, "no wonder they need two higher ranked shinobi for this team…" He rested his head in his hands and sighed, "what a bother…"

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A/N-Yes, I did it, I finally posted chapter 4!