Freak
Choji Akimichi was wearing a white wedding dress. His short, layered, light brown hair that framed his round face so perfectly bounced up and down as he danced with a manikin to Andrea Bocelli song Mai Piu Cosi Lontano playing loudly in the background. The light blush on his cheeks only served to make him more beautiful in the Shadow Master's eyes and he couldn't even comprehend why people would ever call this beautiful butterfly a freak.
Hopping down from his perch in the window, he walked across the wooden plank floor and touched his lover's back. The boy turned around and smiled slightly. Without saying a word he moved away from Shikamaru's touch and laid the manikin where it belonged. Then, Shikamaru moved Choji to where he belonged; in his embrace.
As the two danced to the music, they began to feel as if they were one being. Shikamaru's hand on Choji's waist serving to gently guide him, which, in turn, allowed them to maintain their steady rhythm. Shikamaru was always a perfectionist. Choji rested his head on the jounin's green vest and simply enjoyed the serenity. When the song was almost over he looked up into his lover's gaze and moved in to kiss him.
Shikamaru laid Choji down on the ground like he had so many times before in the small attic and left all-too-fitting butterfly kisses to his lover's neck and below.
People in the below streets could hear the music coming from the well-known attic, and shouted. "FREAK!", louder and louder, but the two lovers were deaf too all except each other.
They didn't realize as people had finally taken it to the next level in their ignorance and charged up the stairs with shuriken and kunai knives.
When they felt the pain of being stabbed they looked into each other's eyes and held on, knowing that they were going to a better place.
Freak? The word meant nothing to Choji. Nothing at all.