ShikaxTema time!
My first ShikaxTema.
So, go easy on me. Again. Please.
I do not own Naruto.
Name: Shikamaru Nara
Age: 15
Course for Tutoring: History. Because I sleep the whole damn time in that stupid class.
Shikamaru yawned for the umpteenth time. He never realized how boring Asuma-sensei really was.
How did this guy manage to score with Kurenai-sensei? Shikamaru wondered, vaguely.
"---So, with the insistence of your mother, Shikamaru, I have assigned you a tutor."
"WHAT?!" Shikamaru roared, jolting from his usual laziness with terror. "A tutor?!"
Asuma-sensei threaded his fingers together and leaned forward, his black eyes glaring at Shikamaru.
"I know you are perfectly capable of getting hundred's in this class, Nara," Asuma-sensei said, darkly. "If you only tried, you would not need a tutor---"
"I am going to kill Mom, once I get home," Shikamaru muttered, glowering at the wall. Asuma-sensei sighed, irritably.
"Shikamaru," he said, his voice clear with a command. "You are to go to Room 195 in fifteen minutes. You shall meet your tutor there."
Clearly, Shikamaru was dismissed, and he left.
With Mom's insitence...he thought, darkly, making his way down the hall. So unbelievably stupid. So troublemsome. Ugh, what a drag.
Shikamaru made his slow way to the room where his tutoring would commence, knowing full well that he was late already by three minutes.
Finally, he came to the door where his doom would, no doubt, commence.
He opened the door to see a girl sitting at the student teacher's desk. He paused in the doorway and watched her, surveying her as he did with most people.
She was not a sophmore. No, he had seen her before. She was a senior, the President of the senior class. She was the star of the volleyball and softball team. And had been the lead in the winter musical at KU.
She had sandy blonde hair, pulled back in a unique style of four pigtails. Her eyes were an amazing, indescribable color of teal, flickering from left to right. She wore the basic outfit of the girls at KU, but instead of socks and shoes, she wore knee-high leather boots. Her right hand clutched a pencil that scribbled so fast it was mind boggling.
Ah, she was writing.
Shikamaru cleared his throat as he stepped into the room.
Without so much as a twitch, Temari looked up with narrowed eyes.
"Yes?" she snapped, setting her pencil down and gathering her papers. Shikamaru narrowed his eyes.
"I'm Shikamaru Nara," he said, taking the seat across from her. "I'm supposed to be tutored in History."
Temari raised a golden eyebrow, her lips twisting into a sort of smirk.
"I'm your tutor, Temari," she said, taking out her History books. "How you could be failing Asuma-sensei's class is beyond me. He's one of the most easiest graders in the---"
"This is such a drag," Shikamaru muttered, sinking into his seat. Temari glared at him.
"Then, continue failing, for all I care," she replied, picking up her books and standing. "I only did this because Asuma-sensei asked me too."
She made to leave the room.
Shikamaru leaped out of his chair.
"Y-you can't leave," he said, his eyes growing desparate. "If you leave and I don't get tutored my mother will kill me. Quite literally, kill me."
Temari turned back around, putting a hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow.
"If you want me to help you, shut up and do what I tell you to, got it?" she asked, re-taking her seat and taking out her books.
With a disgruntled sigh, Shikamaru nodded and sat back down.
Temari was an excellent tutor. Shikamaru was smart, which made her job easy, but she kept his attention, not allowing to sleep.
But, he wouldn't have slept even if he wanted too.
Temari was enthralling. Her sparkling eyes and set jaw showed her determination, and the way she crossed her tan legs. Not to mention when she leaned in to correct a mistake he had made, the way her hair brushed his and he inhaled the scent of roses.
"You're got it, Nara," she said, suddenly. Temari stretched out her arms and stood. "My work her is done," she said, with a small smile at him. "It was nice meeting you---"
"Temari, wait."
Shikamaru stood and walked over to her, clearing his throat as he did. Once he reached her, he looked down at his feet and scuffed them against the cool, tiled floor.
"What is it, Shikamaru?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, almost alarmed at his sudden seriousness.
"Uh...I..." he stammered. Sound like an idiot? Come on, damn it, Shikamaru, just ask her and---
"I was just wondering if---"
Temari smiled at his awkwardness. Her smile suddenly faded when he blushed and looked away.
"Never mind. I'll see you around," he awkwardly turned away and went back to his things, gathering them in his arms.
Temari opened her mouth to say something, closed it, then turned away.
Then, she turned back.
"Shikamaru?" she asked, softly. The said boy looked over his shoulder and met Temari's eyes.
She was right behind him.
Temari stared up into his dark brown eyes, her eyes glowing with what her pride wouldn't let her say. Shikamaru looked down into her teal pools and his expression suddenly softened and he smiled.
And he kissed her.
Now, Shikamaru is of a simply mind, so he did nothing amazing. He simply put his lips on hers and pressed, closing his eyes.
Temari's response was immediate, and she pushed her books onto the nearest desk and kissed him back, flicking her tongue out and drawing it across his bottom lip.
Shikamaru wrapped his arms around Temari's waist, pulling her into him, and she pressed one hand to his chest, noting how muscled his chest was for a guy who only played basketball.
Shikamaru pulled back and blinked at her.
"Damn it," he muttered.
"What?" Temari questioned, raising an eyebrow again.
"I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with someone who was," he explained. "Bossy, overbearing, sarcastic, demanding---"
Like my mother.
Temari's eyes narrowed.
"---and beautiful."
Because Shikamaru is lazy, but a sweetie pie.
And I love him.
(Like a brother. I love Kiba!)
And also because Temari is bossy, overbearing, sarcastic, demanding and beautiful.
Ha ha.
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.::Honatetsu Kiyasha::.