As you can tell, I fixed up the mass post from my first attempt at a story. This is due in part to the fact that I still have yet to figure out all the buttons and functions connected with this site. It is possible this will end up being weeks after the other one since I am probably going to work on a winter fic. If so, I hope those few fans I have (and believe me they are sparse at best) will remain faithful despite my lack of posting. In the mean time, enjoy other good fics by the authors that have reviewed.
"Sometimes I wonder why I ever agreed to come live in this cramped hole you call a village."
A certain lazy brunet looked up from his Shoji game and asked, "What is it this time" adding under his breath, "troublesome woman."
"It's the stupid way your shops are laid out." She responded not giving any sign she had hear the extra comment. "Who thought of putting the tea shops so close to the candy store? I mean, how am I supposed to have a nice cup of calming tea with scores of children squealing about how they want this that or the other sweet? It's just bad business." The tall blond from suna ranted.
Turning away from his game, Nar Shikamaru asked, "Do you really want an answer or do you just want to vent? Because if you're just venting then that means I just have to nod and agree with you, which I would find troublesome. If you want an answer, then I could explain the economic and social reasons that the candy shop has for keeping it's holdings on that street, which would also be troublesome.
"Shut up you lazy know-it-all." Temarri said taking a playful swipe at her husband.
Dodging the punch, Shikamaru returned to the game to find the pieces not where he had left them. "What did I say about cheating?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
His daughter looked back at him with an expression she had inherited straight from her mother. "Why the heck would I, a ninja, worry about following rules as long as I get the job done?" She responded returning the eyebrow.
"Troublesome." Her father said and got up from the shoji table.
"How long till dinner ma?" Jenha asked turning away from Shikamaru's retreating back.
"Why? Did you want to help me make dinner?" asked Temari hopefully.
"No. I was going to go watch some clouds if it wasn't time yet."
"Oh. Well I guess you can do that." And the sand Konichiwa turned to do her solitary work in the kitchen.
AN: this was not my best work. I will be putting this on extended hiatus unless someone cries out in terror. Screw finishing this thing. I have lost my drive on it and will probably end up writing one shots unless I come up with a good story. As I said before, if this makes you distraught, send me a review and I'll do my best. But my other sets will likely grow a lot faster.