Title: Things We Do
Author: Blurredoasis
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kiba/Shika (with possible splashes of other couples)
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter)
Warnings: Shounen ai, swearing
Summary: Kiba screwed up. Royally. To make it up to his boyfriend and prove that he does actually care for Shikamaru, he sets up a scavenger hunt of sorts for him.
Notes: THANK YOU LJ demondreams for beta-ing this for me!You're amazing to be able to read through my dyslexic writing!
Disclaimer: Not mine (and damn it, i wish they were)
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After locking up the classroom and tucking the stuffed deer under his arm, Shikamaru strolled off towards the bridge, half expecting Kiba to be standing there with his trademark goofy smile. He could hear it already, "Hey Shikamaru, I couldn't think of ten things so I thought I would just, you know, whisk you home to have some mad passionate sex." So Shikamaru was quite surprised when it was actually Shino leaning on the edge of the railing, his sunglasses reflectig the rushing water below.
"Shino?" Shikamaru asked a few feet away from the man.
"Hello Shikamaru. Looking for the next note?" His sunglasses were still trained on the water, but his eyes were hidden behind them and it made the Nara slightly uneasy. You never really knew what Shino was up to, what he was thinking, making him hard to predict. Things hard to predict kept him on toes waiting for the next thing to happen, when he'd rather be relaxed.
"Yeah, the next note." He mumbled, blushing faintly. If Kiba got Naruto and Shino into this, who else did he rope into handing out notes?
"I don't know," Shino said, responding to the unspoken question. "Here you go." He strolled over, just faintly raising an eyebrow as he handed over a bundle of four shiruken. He continued walking past Shikamaru and out of sight, having completed one of the odder requests from his old team mate. Shikamaru wasn't surprised when Shino walk away, knowing the man wasn't up for idle chit chat and probably had more important things to do than be messager for the dog boy.
Almost unconsciously, Shikamaru rolled the weapons in his hands, testing out the weight of them. It was one of those things that shinobi did when they came in contact with a new weapon, so its advantages and disadvantages were known quickly in case it needed to be used before it could be properly practiced with. "Ack! Damn baka." Shikamaru grumbled, drawing back a hand reflexively as one of the tips sliced a finger. "I don't go on many missions anymore because of my teaching status. What do I need these for? To chop off the heads of my misbehaving students?" He untied the simple bow that bound the four, finding a folded yellow piece of paper in the middle. He unraveled it, cursing once again Kiba's handwriting and his choice for nicknames.
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Shikaboom ("Sounds like a thunderstorm. Are you saying I'm dark, gray, and depressing?")
The second reason I love you is that you have this incredible ability to outwit anybody and everybody. Two steps ahead of the masses. Whether it be on a battlefield, a game of go, or training, that speedy mind works circles around me, making me awed that such a smart human wants to be with such a baka like me.
P.S. Yes, they are sharp so you can get those kids under control, espectiualy the ones that keep causing you problems. Should keep them in check, ne? You gotta train them to have good reflexes some day.
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Train them to have good reflexes, not teach them. He knows I teach, not train. Subtle differences, true, but if he is using these letters to lead me to the next one... Shikamaru scanned over the letter again, looking for any other key words. He mentioned training again, but not teaching. The next one must be at the training fields. His mind told him to move, to continue, but leaning on the railing felt so comfortable compared to walking and his eyes naturally gravitated upwards. Once his pupils locked on a cloud and the peaceful wave of calm over took him, he slipped into another daydream of sorts. His eyelids drifted downward, both school work and the scavenger hunt far from his mind. A nice nap. That would be beautiful now...
"Ack!" He cried, something sharp on the back of his heel breaking his daze. He swatted quickly at the spot, but whatever the devil was that bit him had disappeared before he could smack it.
His eyes scanned the nearby bushes, trying to pick up the slightest movement or flair of chakra. He couldn't, and figured he shouldn't spend too much time on it if he wanted to get through everything before dinner.
He knew who it was who had bitten him. That little white fur ball was going to sleep on the floor for a week instead of contently between the lovers.
Kiba grinned, enveloping his dog into a quick hug. "Good job, Akamaru. That lazy bastard better keeping moving. This is all for him anyways." The dog barked a few times, a frown on his face. "Well, of course he is going to make you sleep on the floor. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you. I'll get you a new chew toy. And you know that cute dog next door, I'll see if I can set you two on a date. How does that sound?" Akamaru squealed in joy, jumping out of his owner's hands and running around in circles.
"It is the simple things that amuse you. It is a shame Shikamaru isn't the same way. Well once he sees his final gift, hopefully that won't be a problem anymore. Come on, Akamaru. Next stop. We got to make sure the Squealer behaves himself."
TBC...