AN: Hello everyone… Here's chapter six. It starts in Shikamaru's house, the next day. And I'll tell you again, read Naruto's Narrator, I helped a little with it and year-of-the-gnat would be happy. Sorry, Meng15, Kankuro isn't really treated much better in the chap...
Shikamaru jolted awake. He looked around.
"Temari, where are you?" he muttered, clutching his head. He noticed the empty sake bottles. "Oh, man, we got wasted. This is one serious hangover."
He stumbled off of the couch and headed outside to get the newspaper. The sun was exceptionally bright and unforgiving.
"Troublesome, it's already noon." He mumbled. He was picking up the paper when he saw a foot sticking out of the bushes. He muffled a yell, before walking over and investigating. There, in the bushes, was Temari, who was apparently unconscious. "She must've gotten more wasted than I did. How did she get out here?" He looked for broken windows, much to his relieve, there were none.
He lifted her up, in his arms and carried her inside. Dropping her on the couch, he proceeded to read the paper, until Temari woke up.
It took about an hour for Temari to wake up. Shikamaru had been forced to read the sports section of the paper, which he absolutely detested.
"Where am I?" Temari asked, weakly.
"You're at my house." Shikamaru explained.
"Oh… we got drunk, didn't we?" Temari asked.
"No, we got frickin' wasted." Shikamaru looked back to the newspaper. Temari sat up.
"What time is it?" she asked, grabbing her head.
"Time for us to never get wasted ever again. I have a migraine, now." Shikamaru complained, frowning.
"Yeah, you're not the only one." Shikamaru walked over to the window and opened it.
"Let's let in some fresh air." He sat back down and looked over the paper, once more. Suddenly, Temari shot up. Shikamaru looked at her. Her green eyes were uncharacteristically blank.
"Shikamaru, I have something to tell you." Temari started.
"What?"
"I'm actually married… to a Sand nin." Temari blurted out. Temari started crying. "I'm-I'm sorry I didn't tell you… it's just I hate him!" Temari yelled. Shikamaru looked at her, over the newspaper, speculatively.
"You're so full of it." He laughed, looking back down at the paper. Suddenly, she ripped the paper out of his hands and threw it on the ground.
"You're as bad as he is!" she yelled, running out. He heard the front door slam. He looked at the door, worriedly.
Meanwhile…
Kankuro was feeling better, but lashed into stony silence whenever Shikamaru or Temari were mentioned.
"Come on, Kankuro, it's not like you can control her life, even though I'm a bit disappointed by her choice, too. I don't even know him. Maybe I should do a background check to see if he's not an out-law, before he's an in-law."
"Or we can just kill him." Kankuro pouted.
"No, let's just use my position to learn about him." Gaara suggested, smartly.
Ten minutes later…
They found Chouji at the Korean BBQ Bar. Kankuro grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, making him spill BBQ down his front.
"Aw, man." Chouji looked at his shirt. He put his BBQ down. "What's your problem, man?"
"We have some questions for you. About Shikamaru." Kankuro narrowed his eyes. Chouji's expression lightened.
"Shikamaru? I actually haven't seen much of him lately." Kankuro sprung immediately on this tidbit of information.
"Why? Has he been hiding from the Konoha authorities?" he asked. Gaara sighed.
"He was in town, yesterday!" Gaara muttered.
"Uhm-no, I don't think he's hiding from Konoha authorities, he spends all his time with his girlfriend, now." Chouji frowned.
"I'm sure he's plotting something." Kankuro accused.
"Gosh, even when I get him alone, she's all he talks about, it gets really annoying." Chouji sighed, shoving some BBQ into his mouth.
"What does he say about her?" Kankuro asked, slamming his hands down onto the table.
"It's not your business about what he says about her, anyway." Chouji eyed him, suspiciously. Gaara tapped Kankuro's shoulder.
"Maybe I should ask the questions." He gently asserted. Kankuro stepped back, reluctantly. "Chouji, is Shikamaru a good person?"
"Yes, he's my best friend." Chouji answered.
"Good enough for me." Gaara shrugged. Kankuro gaped, but Gaara pulled him out of the BBQ.