Izumo muttered dangerously to himself, "The hell, I'm going to continue working for that Monster Woman."
He rubbed his neck; being thrown out of the meeting room by his ear was not a nice feeling. Unfortunately, working for Monster Woman, it's become a rather familiar feeling. It was something he regrets, but not something he can do anything about. It's like picking a scab and then having to suffer an open sore again.
It was about the time he was walking to the hall when he spotted two figures in the courtyard from the window on the third floor where he was currently bemoaning about Tsunade sama. This fact by itself wasn't exceeding interesting. What captured his attention was something else...
As he rushed full throttle toward the courtyard, one thought ran fervent circles in his head. What the hell is Hana's husband doing in school being dragged away by Shikamaru?
"The Fuck?"
Shikamaru ignored Temari's furious muttering and continued striding onwards. Temari scrabbled up the stairs at Shikamaru's surprisingly fast pace. "You going to tell me what the hell's up? Or do I have to kick your ass to get you to do that?"
Shikamaru sighed and without slowing down or showing any strain explained in his usual slow, lackadaisical manner, "If you can be patient, I'll tell you when we get there."
"Huh? The fuck? There? Where is 'there'?"
He didn't even bother turning around to look at her when he went up yet ANOTHER flight of stairs. He did murmur "bothersome" under his breath. Or maybe it was an echo of all his responses to her outbursts. He seemed to say that word ALL the time. It was driving her up the wall.
They came to a stop at last. The damn guy must have run out of stairs to climb. Without ceremony he opened the only door on the landing and pushed her through it. With an angry squawk she landed on her face in a small room. Pushing herself up, she realized she was in a sound room. This was probably where they broadcasted everything in school.
For a moment she actually forgot to yell at Shikamaru for shoving her and stared at all the equipment in the small room. The boy in question slipped over to the microphone, pressed a small blue button and muttered into it. "Attention guys. The Akatsuki are here. Everyone to the hall please." Releasing the button he turned to stare at Temari.
"So if that was all you needed to do, what the fuck did you drag me all the way here for?"
He looked at her a long moment longer, then he stepped towards her. "Yuki..."
There was something odd about the way he looked at her. Almost as though he was about to eat her. It wasn't a look she was used to. "Who?"
He's too close. Temari backtracked. But each step she backed up he matched. "Yuki. That's your name."
"Ah ha ha... Right... My name. Look I'll just be going to the hall then..."
She turned quickly and reached for the doorknob as quick as she can. However a hand slamming the door shut right next to her face prevented her from escaping. She tried to speak in voice that didn't quiver. "Say Shikamaru... Remove your hand... Please?"
He was silent. It was long enough for her to realize that he was standing REAL close to her. Close enough for her to feel his body heat with her back. Guys don't get into these situations do they? Unless they're...
Too scared to look at him, she swallowed, "Erm... Don't take this the wrong way but... What's your sexuality Shikamaru kun?"
She could hear the smirk in his voice, "I'm bisexual, Yuki kun."
Oh Fuck...
"You know... I think I really should go now..."
Large warm hand slipped around her waist. Slowly Shikamaru turned her around until she was facing him. It was like a road to death. Automatically her hand came up to his shoulders to keep him from coming any closer. An ominous click from behind her informed her with sadistic glee that, he had just locked them in. She glanced down to see the glint of a key before it disappeared into his pocket. She looked up just to have his lips slip possessively over hers. Damn brat planned all that!
She turned her head sharply to the right. "What the fuck! I'm older than you by two years!"
He nibbled on her earlobe. "Normally the response will be 'I'm straight.' or 'I like girls.'"
A warm tongue trailed the shell of her ear. "What's you're sexuality Yuki?"
"I... I'm... That's none of your damn business!"
His hands were around her now, moving up at their own pace. They felt her back leisurely pushing her into him as well. "Dammit Shikamaru!"
And then he kissed her again. It wasn't soft. It was hard and demanding. It was difficult to associate the lazy dude with this kiss. But then again she had always guessed he was bipolar. Somehow she couldn't breathe and when he thrust his tongue in, she almost forgot to think. What was it about some warm and wiggling thing in your mouth that kind of wipes out your thought processes? If it wasn't so gross, it would have been an effective attack/defense against any enemy...
She really didn't want to do this. She knocked him off her with a right hook. He barely dodged it. But he did let her go. "Are you going to give me the key or should I pummel you till you give it to me? I did swear off violence after leaving Suna. I hate going back on my word."
"So you do like guys."
She blinked. "All that just to figure out if I like guys? Why couldn't you just ASK me?"
"Because you didn't know yourself."
That silenced her. It was true. She didn't know her sexuality. She wasn't interested in that sort of thing... She wasn't. It was all about family and then... There just wasn't any time to think about herself.
"Just give me the keys. We got to go to the hall."
Shikamaru took out the key and studied it. "The Hall should be closed round about now. So this key is useless."
"Well, I'm not about to stay in the same room with you so just give me the keys and bugger off."
"No."
She stared at him. Temari was rapidly reaching her limit. But then again being molested, dragged up uncountable stair cases and being locked up with a bored bastard can do that to you. He managed to avoid the next to punches but the kick caught him squarely in the chin.
"Ugh!"
He rubbed his chin and stared at Temari balefully from the floor where he had landed. "For such a scrawny guy you have a very troublesome kick."
"So what? You pick on the scrawny guys? Pass me the keys dammit, before I lose my temper!"
"You haven't lost your temper yet? Troublesome." Shikamaru got to his feet slowly. "Even if I did give you the keys. It's still safer although more troublesome to remain here. You're single right?"
The sudden change of subject threw her off and she answered without thinking, "Yeah, why?" And then she froze. "The fuck? Where did that come from!"
He sat down heavily on the one chair, "You ask that for this and not after I kiss you? Tch..."
"I don't want to remember that... THING you did to me."
He took in Yuki's disgusted face. "You had the same look when Hana kissed you."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"That look of being forced to eat a molding pineapple with a couple of rotten worms in it."
"Ugh. That's just wrong man. That's just plain wrong."
Relaxing he leaned back and slouched back into the chair. It was going to be a long wait before the school let the kids out again. It was troublesome but at least he got to take a nap.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Sleeping."
"I'm two years your senior. The chair ought to go to me."
"We're not in the troublesome middle ages you know."
"But there's still the "Respect your Elders" floating around, and I got it bad."
He looked at for a long while. It was a rather ear piercingly silent look.
"So?"
Anyone else who knew Temari would defiantly had thought better of molesting her and locking them inside a room where she had to get the key through you... Dead or alive. She would have chosen the former. Of course she will only allow that to happen after several hours of prolonged torture. Obviously being treated in such a manner is a first time experience for her.
What drove her nuts right now was that she (in her currently reformed state) cannot do with him as she wished. She was Yuki now. And Yuki does not pummel infuriating bisexual molesters within half an inch of their lives. It's just a thing Yuki does NOT do. Unless very pressed.
She loosened her clenched fists. And apparently Yuki has much more patience than Temari. "What ever. It's not worth my time talking to you."
The look he gave her would have been classified as disbelieving, if it wasn't for the boredom overwhelming that emotion. It more or less couldn't be bothered with her.
Of course Izumo, chose this moment to intrude. The bashing on the door made even Shikamaru wince. "Oy! Shikamaru! What's the meaning of this! What the hell are you doing in there with Hana's husband? Hurry up and open this damn door!"
Temari scowled. So now she was delegated to 'Hana's Husband' was she? Bloody bastard. Shikamaru took one look at her face and grinned.
"Sorry Izumo. You're going to have to wait for us to get dressed first."
His words had Temari swinging around to face him in utter horror. Her Oh-no-you-did-not look amused him no end. Her mouth gaped like a tuna out of the river and she seemed in permanent shock.
"Don't worry Yuki. I'm sure Izumo doesn't mind me and you being together… After all he did the same thing."
Shikamaru leaned back and watched her mouth the words 'You bastard.'
"You… Shikamaru open this door right now! You knew about him and Hana! How could you still do it!"