Who loved you the most
Summary: What are the reactions of Shikamaru's family after he died? And what will happen if Shikamaru was able to see through their hearts and to see their true colours? A.U.

On one peaceful day, at the Nara residence, there was an old man, lying on his bed, panting. His name was Nara Shikamaru, now fifty-seven years old and he suffered from a heart attack. The doctor said it was no use, he was dying. On his face was an oxygen mask, he breathed slowly. The same pattern appeared and reappeared on the screen of the electrocardiogram and repeated at the same pace. He laid there, his life slipping out of him, drip by drip, as the beeping sound of the electrocardiogram echoed in the room. His once ebony hair was now gray; his deep dark eyes now dull; his once young face wrinkled. Aimlessly, he stared at the ceiling of his room. Next to him stood a doctor, who was wearing a typical doctor's white coat and checking his temperature regularly. Standing next to his bed was a small crowd of people. There was an old woman, who stood there, her eyebrows twisted into a slight frown, her lips pursed and her face wrinkled. Her hair, which was palely blonde, with a mixture of grey, was tied into a bun, her green, and emerald like eyes, stared at Shikamaru, who lied on his bed and breathed slowly. Her name was Temari, his wife for thirty seven years. She was three years older than him, and was now sixty. She stood there, partially emotionless.

Next to her, was their elder daughter, Shikamari. She was a tall woman in her thirties, thirty five to be precise who had long dark blonde hair and emerald eyes, just like her mother's. She was wearing a blouse and trousers, as she just rushed from the office of Nara Corporation back to this house, to saw her father, on his bed dying. Her long hair which grew nearly to her knees was tied into an extremely long braid, her daughter, Sora stood next to her. She looked exactly like Shikamari, except her eyes were amber-coloured.

Then there stood his son, Temaru, and his wife with their young son, Hikari in their hands, he and his son are the resemblance of Shikamaru when he was younger. They both tied their ebony hair up and the family stood there, looking at him. And beside Temaru was their youngest child, Shikako, she was their youngest daughter, and had just finished her studies overseas, unlike her elder sister; she resembled both Shikamaru and Temari. She had ebony hair, and dark hazel eyes, more like the mixture of teal and brown. On the other side of the bed was another story. There stood a woman, with brunette hair which was half grey, weeping her eyes out and grasping the sheets of his bed. This was his mistress, Akiyama Yuri, with a young man in his early twenties, next to her, their son, he is, and his name was Yoshimaru. He was not like Shikamaru; he had his mother's brown hair and blue eyes, and was totally different in personalities. He was also crying and knelt next to his father's bed.

Shikamaru had already prepared the will; he decided to split his wealth into different parts. He decided to give his corporation to Temari, while most of his money and properties were given to Yuri and Yoshino.

It was a pretty ironic sight, his mistress and his bastard son was crying their eyes out, while his family stood there, all of them emotionless, except the chuckling little baby. Shikamaru took one last look around his family and closed his eyes for the final time. The moving patterns on the screen of the electrocardiogram tuned into a flat line. Yuri let out a despair cry, as the doctor removed his gas mask from his pale face. Yoshimaru and his mother tucked the bed sheets. They cried so loud that almost the dead could be woken.

He opened his eyes again, and turned around, all he saw was his family, surrounding his bed, and himself, laying there lifelessly. He knew it, he was dead. A bit earlier than I thought I would, he thought and then suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Then he saw a tall woman, with dark blue hair and fiery red eyes, wearing a dark cape and holding a scythe in her hands, her grey wings flapping behind her, she smiled at Shikamaru. "Welcome to the afterlife, I am Luna, your death." She said to him. "As you can see, your soul had departed from your body, before I take you to the underworld, I will now grant you to look within your families, before we depart." Shikamaru looked at his family, they all seemed to freeze: Yuri was still crying desperately, so did Yoshimaru. Shikamaru smiled and then turned to look at the other side, his family. Temari was emotionless, she was not crying, simply she stared at his body, sitting on the armchair. Shikamaru frowned and stared. What a heartless woman, he thought to himself. But suddenly he realized that he had not seen her smile for a long time, not after, he cheated on her.

Memories flow backwards in front of him.

He was in bed with Yuri, she was ruffling his hair, which was still ebony-coloured. "Shikamaru-kun, I love you so much," She murmured into his ear. While suddenly the door flung open. Temari stood there, her smile faded. She did not say a word, nor did she cried. "Shikamaru, come out after you have finished." She said coldly and then walked out of the room. "I will find you later," he said to Yuri hastily. "Now go." He chased her out of the house. Then he walked to the living room, Temari sat on the couch, and walked away when Shikamaru sat next to her. "What is your problem Shikamaru?" She spat, her eyes glared at him. "Just like what you saw," he shrugged, too lazy to explain. "If I did anything that you are not happy with, spit it out!" She yelled into his face. "Don't argue in front of the children," he said, looking sideways at the blonde teenager and the small ebony haired boy. Temari pointed her finger in front of him. "Did that woman fuck the brains out of you? You are banging some slut's ass at the next room when our children are here and now you ask me to shut up? Seriously you are sick!" She spit onto his face. "You woman! If it wasn't me, you would still be having some pathetic life, or where do you think that your branded clothes and bags come from, huh?" He shouted back at her. Temari looked at him with surprise, and then she began to chortle, however sadly. "What the hell? Where do you think your money came from? From the sky? The first capital of your business came from me! If I did not marry you, you would still be rotting in your slum, jerk!" She closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears. "What the fuck is your problem really? I argued with my dad so badly so I could marry you and now I could not even attend his funeral! Why the hell did I do that? I am regretting it now, Nara Shikamaru!" Then she turned and took the two children by their hands and slammed the door behind her. He froze for a moment, and then he walked to the room where Temari shut herself in. He could hear her sobbing, and the voice of their daughter. "Mum, don't cry." She said. Shikamaru bit his lip and walked away, taking his wallet and mobile phone then he left the house. He went to Yuri and he lived with her for a month, before going back to the house with her. "She is pregnant with my child," he said to Temari. She smiled coldly and replied hostilely. "Are you sure that its yours?" Then she laughed and walked away. Suddenly he noticed her slightly swollen abdomen. "Temari you're pregnant?" She nodded robotically and then added coldly. "Anyway, it is none of your business." Then she walked to her room and locked the door.

"I should not have left her any of my legacies." He spat, while Luna smiled at him. "Don't be so sure yet. Look clearly, before you say something." Then Shikamaru stared at Yuri, suddenly he saw a dark heart appearing on her. He looked closer and then suddenly he saw that she was actually laughing. "Finally, he died! I could get my hands on all that money! I would not even have to work! Thanks god!" Then he turned again and looked at Yoshimaru. The same figure appeared on him. "Finally I could get what I deserved! God be praised!" Then a scene appeared in front of his eyes. Yoshimaru and Yuri were tossing strips of crispy bank notes around their home, in front of his picture.

He could not be more shocked. His mouth opened wide. Then he turned again staring at his youngest daughter, Shikako. He entered her mind.

(Shikako's point of view)

Who is this dead man, in front of me?

I never saw him before. I did not know him.

Mum never told me that this was my father. All I knew was that she was my parent; I never knew I had a father.

I lived in Suna with Uncle Gaara and Aunt Yukihanu since I could remember, I studied there, I lived there, and my mother and siblings visit me on each holiday.

Why have I never seen him before? If he was my father,

Why am I not crying at all?

This is so troublesome.

He was silent. He also, ne

ver saw her before. He could barely remember that he had another daughter. What he saw on her was a white heart, as blank as a paper. She did not love Shikamaru, nor did she hate him. She was not crying, because simply, she had no reason to cry. To her, Shikamaru was a complete stranger. Who would cry for a stranger?

Then he looked at his son, he also had a blank heart. He entered his mind.

(Temaru's point of view)

Dad, old man,

I did not like what you did to mom, not a single bit.

But how should I put it? It will be too troublesome to hate your own father.

I just thought that after you left, you would start to regret.

Mom was a wonderful person, but you ripped her smile off her.

Dad you was a good man, despite that you had an IQ over 200, your IQ with women is below zero

Anyway, I hope you don't, and you won't regret that what you've done.

"Well, everyone had a reason to do something," Luna said suddenly. "Do continue." Shikamaru then turned to look at Shikamari, who was simply patting her daughter's head, while hanging a teeny smile on her face. He saw her heart, unlike the others, her heart was burning. He could see flames engulfing her heart. "Those are the fire of rage and hatred." Luna explained. Then he penetrated her mind and saw her memories.

She did not cry when she knew that her father had another woman besides her. She married her boyfriend when she reached twenty and had his child. But then, three months later, he was killed by a car on the street. It was Yoshimaru, who just got his driver's license, which ran over him. She immediately sued him; however she was stopped by Shikamaru. She could still remember the day when her father called her to his office. "Shikamari, you should not sue your brother." He told her, her eyes widened and tears rolled down her face. "I only had one brother, and his name is Temaru. That bastard ran over my husband and killed him, and you are telling me not to sue him? Dad! Are you sick? Or that woman sipped too much of her hypnotizing poison in you that you could think independently anymore?" She yelled at him. He repeated the same sentence. "You should not sue him, or I will fire you." She then bashed out of the office. "Excuse me then, Mr. Nara." She spat and ran out of the office.

The scene then switched to her husband's funeral. She was there, wearing a widow's bonnet, and a black silk dress, while she patted her slightly swollen belly and clutched a hair pin in her hand. That was what her husband gave her before he died. Then suddenly she heard a disturbing voice, the voice of Yuri. "Dear I am so sorry," She tried to hug Shikamari, but she thrust her away harshly. "You are not welcomed, fuck off." But she did not seem to be angry. "Oh poor dear, you must be depressed, of course you should not work for a while, maybe you could let Yoshimaru handle your…" Before she could finish the sentence Shikamari slapped her hardly on the face. "Your son was the bastard that killed my husband, now fuck off before I kill you, whore." Yuri seemed to be red out of rage. "You wicked little…! You are just like your mother!" She yelled. "How dare you insult my mother, you bitch!" Shikamari turned and tried to stab her with the hair pin, while Yuri fled. She burst into her tears.

He remembered how he bribed the judge and the police, to help Yoshimaru. Then he read her thoughts currently.

(Shikamari's point of view)

Finally, you are dead.

Did you know how much suffering did you put us all through?

Not to mention how do I hate your bitch and your bastard.

She hurt my mother so deeply.

He killed my husband and made my daughter fatherless.

I am not going to let them take a penny, dad, I will simply what you did before.

I changed your will and their lives will be miserable.

I hope that you will be watching this.

It will be hilarious, wait for the show.

When did she change my will? He thought to himself. "Right after the doctor said that your heart attack is terminal." Luna said to him. "She bribed the lawyer, just like what you did."

Shikamaru then looked at them, their expressions and their true faces began to flash in front of his eyes.

So confusing, he thought. How…fake.

Then suddenly he noticed a glowing heart, broken into two halves. Suddenly he felt delighted to see someone who was actually feeling sad. Then he looked clearly.

It was Temari. Her face was still expressionless. Then he entered her mental world.

Time went back, to when they were still poor, when they first married.

She was washing the dishes, when he walked into the kitchen hugging her from behind.

He handed her a decoration, with a beautiful house and a luxurious car in the glass ball. "Thank you Shika." She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Mari, I want to start a business, so that I could afford you a better life." He kissed her cheek and then sighed. "But I don't have enough savings."

Temari then turned around. "You're serious?"

He nodded, and then Temari walked into their room, pulling out a small bag and handed it to Shikamaru.

"Take these then." She smiled and said. Shikamaru opened the bag and found a few stacks of bank notes and some jewelry.

"Mari, these are…" He asked with a wide 'O' on his face. "They are my dowry." She smiled then continued to wash the dishes.

Then he started his own business, which took off so quickly, then ten years later he could had his own office, then his own building, and his own corporation.

That's when he met Yuri, when he hanged out with other bosses in the pub. She was young, just eighteen. And Temari was going to middle life.

And that was when he did the unforgivable.

"She must hate me," Shikamaru said. Luna shook her head. "You haven't read her thoughts." She said. "Go on, before we leave."

Then he entered her mind.

(Temari's point of view)

I remembered that you hated me when I cry.

You would wipe away my tears and ask me to quiet down.

We promised each other we would not cry when one of us die, because you would live on in my heart.

Shikamaru, I hope that you still love me.

Because I still do.

But remember to wait for me in heaven.

Because if it was me who died before you do, I would go there and wait for you there to watch clouds together.

I don't hate you for cheating on me, I am not sad because of that.

The reason I am sad is…

My beloved had gone from me, forever.

Shikamaru was stunned; he simply could not believe that.

"It is time to go now, Shikamaru." Luna said, opening a portal.

"I am sorry Mari, I love you." He whispered before disappearing into the portal.

A single drop of tear rolled down his transparent face and then he faded into the portal.

A gust of wind blew into the room through the room.

Temari seemed to hear Shikamaru's voice.

It was saying, "I am sorry Mari, I love you." Then it was carried away by the wind and faded.

She shook her head. I must be too tired, she thought to herself.

Temari suddenly felt a drop of warm liquid on her face, she touched her cheek; it was dry.

Then she turned her head and looked up at the ceiling.

Then she smiled and she whispered so softly as if she was only mouthing out the words.

"I love you too, Shika."

Then her whisper was carried away, by another gust of wind.

Author's note:

Well this one shot is inspired by a youtube video, and so…as always….

DON"T KILL ME IF IT SUCKED.

Thanks for reading! And please review!

Yours truly,

V.S.V.