Notes from the Authoress: I love doing this. x3 It can be as short or as long as I want it to be, and it can be about anything! I figured out a system, too, to make sure I update. I hope I keep up with it!

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Chapter Two: Deer In Headlights

"Nara-san, stay for several minutes after class, won't you?"

Shikamaru, as he was often known to do since he had started dating his grammar teacher, wondered whether running out the door or jumping out the window might save him from whatever she wanted to talk about. He could never tell if it was grades, if she wanted to make another date, if she wanted to scold him for something he did on a date, or if she wanted to make out before sending him off to his next class, but all were troublesome and he had yet to devise an escape device for any.

He'd thought advanced placement class would at least get him away from the crazed woman during school, but she had forgotten to mention that she also taught the class. Shikamaru assumed Iruka-sensei taught it, but no, Iruka-sensei only decided whether students could enter or not.

The class filtered out, and Shikamaru occupied himself by turning his wrist-watch around his wrist.

When the last student had left the class, Shikamaru quickly found out what it was Temari wanted, as she pulled him up out of his desk (her strength never ceased to amaze him, as he could be a complete dead weight when he wanted to, but she still lugged him around wherever and whenever she wished), and pressed her lips hard against his.

Shikamaru had only formed the 'trouble' of troublesome in his mind when she pulled away, however, confusing him a bit. "Sorry," She said, sounding unapologetic. "Couldn't help it. You've had that dumb, deer-in-headlights look on your face all day. Now go on, get to your next class."

"Wait—you don't want to talk?" Shikamaru demanded. Temari quirked a brow, but then shook her head, seemingly amused. "And you don't want to yell at me for doing something wrong?" Temari shook her head again. "And you don't want to make out?" Shikamaru asked, looking at her suspiciously. She shook her head again. "And nothing else troublesome?"

"Shikamaru-baka, get out of my classroom before I think of something troublesome to do to you," Temari stated firmly, although she was, after all, very amused.

Shikamaru decided to retreat before she carried out said "threat."

Notes from the Authoress: All the ideas that won't leave me alone finally have a place. Score! I've decided to give little insights into the next chapter. Well, review!

In the Next Chapter: Ino loved to be the first one to hear things. Gossip was her mistress, and Ino served her mistress well. That's why when she found out from Sakura—Haruno Sakura, of all people, who didn't even go to Ino's school anymore—that Nara Shikamaru, the lazy bastard Ino knew so well, had been seen on a date with none other than Temari-sensei, she was a very unhappy camper.