Authors' notes: This is a drabble on one of our favourite pairings: ShikaIno! Hope you guys like it, and please review:) Constructive criticisms and comments much appreciated:)
Added to note: Edited with more content!
Dissimiliar
They were the children of two men who were best buddies, and had known each other ever since they were able to walk. He often mused that it was fate that had pushed the two of them together; without their parents being best buddies and all, they would have never met, and would never have gotten to know each other.
She's the artist - cute, perky, cheerful and over-the-top.
He's the analyst - serious, taciturn, and ironic.
She paints pictures of color and line, flowery designs are her forte. She loves sitting out in the sunshine, sketching the blooming flowers or just the landscape in general. He puts together arguments from cold reasoning, and solves challenging questions slowly and effectively. He has no talent in the arts; he couldn't paint an art piece even if his life depended on it. She had once offered to teach him painting, but after a few failed attempts and his overall boredom and unwillingness to learn, she had given up. He had tried to teach her how to play chess, which was his favourite game. However, being someone with little patience, she soon lost interest, and he gave up on teaching her chess.
She's extroverted. She loves human company, and can never be able to survive in an area where it is deserted and there is no one else in sight. She would bore herself to death before hunger and thirst set in. She hates being an only child, as she never had any one her age in her home to talk to. When she laughs, she laughs out loud, sharing her laughter and joy and affecting all those around her. He's introverted, and a loner by nature. He is used to spending his spare time in a dark corner of his room and just thinking. He hates being around crowds and would not mind spending the rest of his life on a deserted island. At the very least, he could get the peace and quietness that he craved so often. He never laughs out loudly, only sparing the occasional grin which was usually hardly visible.
They are, to cut it short, two rather dissimilar people. They were in appearance, in character and behaviour-wise, polar opposites of each other. Yet sometimes, he can't help but feel that wrenching feeling when she laughs or when she smiles, because if anything it's not him she's laughing with, not him she's smiling at. What is it about life that draws these opposites together? Was it irony, fate, or just some divine sense of humour? And to this very bothersome question which is nagging and bothering his inner thoughts, he realizes that he, a genius with an IQ of at least two hundred points, has no answer to it.
"How troublesome…"
How funny and ironic, that these seemingly easy questions turn out to be the hardest questions.
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