by: FiendisHSerapH
"Hey!! We'll be late for our training today!" the healthy Team Ten member shook the bunk bed violently for the nth time, still the one lying there didn't budge.
"Asuma-sensei wil be very furious, and we will be dead meat, that's for sure." Ino explained flatly as she primped her hair up in her usual high ponytail. "You wouldn't dare that thing to happen, will you?" And together, the two imagined Asuma's nostril's emitting smoke, his nerves on his forehead popping up like posies. The healthy guy shivered upon the thought.
"But... this bum." the guy pointed to the black-haired lad still having his fun time in dreamland.
"Oi, oi!!" he again shook the bed, but his reply was a mere distracted moan and an audible murmur saying, "Is there an earthquake?"
The guy with orange-hair turned red in anger and was about to beat the hell out of the sleeping guy who turned out to be his best buddy when their team leader named Ino stopped him. "Chouji," she called out in her soothing high-pitched voice. "Better stop that. Let him rest."
"But... he had been resting everyday of his life!" Chouji spat out, revealing the truth about the brain of their group who even don't mind raising a hand from his everyday position under trees, staring lazily up at the wispy clouds up above him.
"Yeah, I know." the blonde shrugged. "But... just... let him." she said it in her most casual way, as if not bothered by the upcoming consequences the guy will have to face. This calmness dried up all her teammate's anger.
"Oh well." he sighed, "Let's keep on going, before Asuma-sensei's flames burn us to crisp."
"He won't be angry, that I promise." Ino's voice cut him off as she watched him walk toward the door.
"You sound like you're so sure, huh?" Chouji's voice hinted curiosity.
"Yes, I am." she nodded as she beamed curtly.
"Then... why are you climbing up his bed?" he pointed out.
"Go ahead, I'm looking for something."
Question marks were undeniably in his head but he complied and left. Upon him leaving and closing the door, blue-green eyes settled on that form lying tucked on his right side. He's still in deep slumber, not knowing what's going on around him.
Hands brushed away blonde distracting fringes before petal-like lips pressed against tanned skin.
"Sorry I can't afford a gift for this year, but we have one for you later..." those lips uttered those words lightly on an exposed ear. Then, she silently crept down the bed and left.
Still, the boy didn't spring to sanity, but he shifted, his back flat on the bed and yet again murmured, "Gift?"
"Hey, why are we... here?" Chouji asked in a wide-eyed surprise for the nth time as he sat on this familiar place, the smell of barbeque wafting through the air. An annoyed grunt followed by a wisp of thin smoke floated on the air from a lighted cigarette stick ensued. Later, a pained "OUCH!" was heard and a throbbing red bump appeared smack on top of Chouji's head.
"LOOK AT THE CALENDAR, WILL YOU?!" Ino gritted, fingers pointing stiffly at the wall. Chinky eyes complied, and after a moment's silence, he finally understood why.
About twenty minutes later, the door opened. Scratching his heavy head lazily, he himself had no idea why they were there.
They ate with him having the biggest bump he had ever received all throughout his thirteen years of existence.
Please review this late yet humble and short Shikamaru b-day fic! I'd gladly appreciate it.
