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Nee-sanOlder sister
Nii-sanOlder brother
"All I want is to become a Chuunin, get a so-so job, then get married to a wife who's neither ugly nor beautiful, have 2 kids—one boy and one girl. And when the girl marries off, I want to die before my wife." Nara Shikamaru, Age 12.
He knew his dream already at the age of 12. He knew what his goals were in life. Everything was planned out, the only thing remaining is to execute them according to plan.
Soon enough, Shikamaru surpassed Chuunin level and became Jounin. This was when he led his first team single-handedly, despite being a failure,giving him the necessary experience he needed. When he became Jounin, he had more than just an average job as well, a Chuunin examiner he was. Marriage was next in line, though from the looks of this streak, it could fall either way---ugly or beautiful.
"Papa, Papa—when are Nee-san and Onii-san coming?" came from the voice of his youngest daughter, merely 3 years of age, tugging at his hand. By now, Shikamaru had the tiniest distinguish of his father's trademark goatee. His posture remained the same, slouching even though he was standing up, holding very loosely at the little one's hand. Despite looking lazy by nature, he had added other features, such as, fatigue and even a hint of wrinkles. A single low, deep gruff uttered along with his breath, closing his eyes, "Not today. They are out on missions and won't be back till next week. And…the third one, he's on his way to the first day of class at the academy." She merely blinked a few times, curious to what her father had just explained. He too, returned the gaze down at her. Instead of two children, he ended with four. After several minutes of silence, Shikamaru gave his youngest daughter a gently nudge, mainly out of laziness and exhaustion, "Go on…say Happy Birthday to your mother. Otherwise, she'd nag at me to no end." And just like that, she immediately obeyed, setting down a pile of fresh mixture of flowers, and paced back over to her father's side, staring down at the grave, "Happy Birthday, Mama!" The little girl brightly smiled as she looked down on the leaf-covered grass. Both left after saying their short good-byes along with a slight breeze that passed by, blowing off a few extra leaves that covered the tombstone's center, bearing Ino's name.
Life doesn't always go according to plan.