Chapter 5 is here, just as you asked. I don't own any of these characters, and I really hope you enjoy this longer chapter. R&R

The days following the realization that he now had a permanent guest in his home were strange,
to say the least. Shikamaru had never once thought that the person whom he had once considered
Orochimaru's lackey and a sworn enemy was now sleeping comfortably in the same room as him
each night, eating at the same table each morning, and living in the place they now both
called home. Shikamaru struggled to find out what on earth had happened to the flute weilding
witch from the depths of hell he used to know, who had seemingly been replaced by this new
incarnation. He softly smirked to himself as he heard the word "MOTHER FUCK!!" from upstairs.
No matter how nice she was now, she would never be able to rid herself of that foul mouth.
Shikamaru played around with the thought of going to check on her, but his laziness overtook
him, and he simply streched and shut his eyes once more.

Tayuya stormed downstairs, holding something under her arm. She turned into the den and hurled
a magazine that hit shikamaru dead in the face. Shikamaru grunted and blinked, seeing dark.
When he realized what had happened he lifted the magazine off his face and peered at Tayuya.
Tayuya's arms were folded, fists clentched, and foot tapping. "What...is that?" she asked
in a voice heavy with disgust. Shikamaru's eyes slowly drifted to the magazine. It didn't look
innocent, he'd give her that. But anyone who had bought a copy of Naughty Ninjas, or Kinky
Kunoichi had long ago parted ways with their innocence. Shikamaru, however, didn't see the
problem. "A dirty magazine" he responded, looking at her face. Tayuya growled, "Well god damn
Nara, I can see that! Get rid of that garbage!" she spat. Shikamaru blinked in surprise "Why
should I?" he asked, his eyes slightly narrow. Tayuya rose her head, glaring down at Shikamaru
"I slipped and fell on that bullshit, I could have died or something!" she roared. "Highly
unlikely.." mumbled Shikamaru, imagining how embarassing that would be...death by porno...
Tayuya snatched the magazine out of his hands and ripped it clean in two then tossed it into
the fire. Shikamaru stared, then his eyes turned to Tayuya "Just what the hell makes you think
you can do that?" he asked heatedly. Tayuya smirked "well...Shikamaru...I'm burning the evidence."
Shikamaru blinked, not understanding. Tayuya turned, looking at her nails "...I'm sure your mom
didn't get those for you...and I really don't think she knows you have them...we wouldn't want
her to put 2 and 2 together...if another one of your magazines happens to...cause someone to slip
and fall on their ass" cooed Tayuya in a voice drentched in false sweetness. Shikamaru stared,
nothing could ever prepare him for the wrath he would face if his mother ever found his small
collection of these magazines. Tayuya smirked, already aware she had won this battle "...got
anymore?"

Shikamaru watched as his magazines burned to nothing but curled ash in the fire. Tayuya,
once again, had gotten her way. His eyes watched as the flames danced in the harth, this
whole thing was troublesome...a bigger change then he could have ever imagined...he was indeed
taking care of his enemy...who was winning battle after battle against him...the magazines...
the bed...his mother was even cooking seperatley for her...he was going to end this...right now.
Shikamaru got up and walked upstairs, his hand tracing the railing as he walked, going into the
hall then opening the door to his room...or more recently known as..."their" room.

Shikamaru couldn't say he was exactly prepared for what he saw. Tayuya was completely naked, sitting on his bed, and combing her hair, having just gotten out of the shower. Shikamaru's eyes widened just a little as he stopped breathing, his eyes gently roving over what parts of her body he could see. She had a trim figure, not muscley of course. Thin but strong. The logical part of his brain was screaming at him to turn right around and leave before she became aware of his presence, but his thoughts didn't seem to sink in, as the more perverted part of his brain slowly began to take over, his face turning red, as all the thoughts of putting Tayuya in her place vanished. Shikamaru blinked as he heard a creak, he had been leaning on the door, just peeking in and it had shifted. Tayuya froze and slowly looked back, blinking when she saw nothing. Shikamaru had pressed himself against the wall beside the door, in the hallway. Tayuya gently shook her head and looked back out the window, combing her hair. Shikamaru slowly peeked in again, his eyes gazing at her. He had an urge to just go in and throw himself on her but his brain was mush. Finally, the last of his self restraint broke when he saw her shift just enough to view her chest, the last words the logical part of his brain could think up were 'she's probably...gettin the bed wet...' before it was gone completely. He slowly stepped in, but instantly tripped over his own feet and hit the floor with a gentle grunt.

Tayuya whipped her head back and stared at Shikamaru, who gulped softly and could do nothing but stare at her. For the longest time, Tayuya just stared back, her brown eyes slightly wide and her mouth slightly open. Then suddenly, as the realization hit her, her eyes got wider and her mouth got wider and she quickly covered herself. Shikamaru gritted his teeth and pushed himself up as her look became angry "uh...T...tayuya?" he asked, staring at a seething Tayuya. She shook with anger and then shut her eyes taking a deep breath, then let out a scream that ripped through the entire house. "NARA SHIKAMARU!" Shikamaru gasped and stumbled then turned and ran as fast as he could streaking down stairs and actually leaping over the back of his couch, flying out the door and into his snow covered yard. He skidded to a stop and then turned, staring up at the roof, where Tayuya stood, wrapped in a towel and holding her flute. Shikamaru watched her weakly "oh...god no.." Tayuya put it to her lips and began to play, and her 3 oni appeared. The club oni gently beat it against his hand as Shikamaru's eyes widened. This...wasn't ending well...

An hour later Shikamaru stumbled back into the house, bruised, beaten and shivering from cold. He just needed a nap...that was all...just a nap. He actually had to crawl up the stairs before regaining his footing and trekking to his room, which seemed at least a mile away from the staircase. He opened the door and looked in. Tayuya was sitting on it, her arms folded, glaring at him, her eyes narrow and her expression grudging. But those eyes became softer when she saw just how badly she had beaten him up. When she had been attacking from the roof of the house, she hadn't bothered to watch, and didn't bother to survey the damage when she had finished, just turning and going back through the window from which she came. A soft look was all this merited, however. "...Maybe that'll teach ya..." she mumbled, looking away with a huff. "Get off of my bed..." mumbled Shikamaru. When Tayuya didn't move, he sighed and walked to it, then got on it, rolling so his back was to her. Tayuya looked down at him, sitting cross legged against the wall on his bed, and looked over his back which was sore and cut up. Tayuya looked away for a while but then sighed and moved a hand onto his back, her fingers resting on one of the larger cuts. Shikamaru didn't visibly react, just opened his eyes and glanced back at her, not turning his head. Her hands were pleasantly warm, and her hands were soft and inviting.

Tayuya scrunched her nose a little at what she was doing, but despite that, began to rub his back, her hand gently moving from his shoulders down to the small of it. Shikamaru's eyes became soft and he turned his head completely back to look at her. Tayuya briefly glanced at him before returning her gaze to his back. Shikamaru decided it was best to just quietly enjoy it, his eyes barely open and his head resting gently on his pillow. After about 10 minutes or so, Tayuya stopped and rested her arms on one of his, Shikamaru was laying on his side. Shikamaru had been thinking the entire time, and decided maybe this was the right time to apologize, he rolled slowly over to look at her. Tayuya, who had been putting her wait on his arm, lost her balance and fell forward onto him, her chest landing on his chest and her lips landing on his lips. Tayuya blinked and stared into Shikamaru's eyes, as Shikamaru returned the gaze, eyes equally wide. For the longest time, neither of them did anything, as time seemed to stop.

Tayuya, however, was the first to react. She pulled her face back and stared down at him, her face turning red. Shikamaru's was red from the moment their lips connected. "...Tayuya?" Tayuya quickly turned her head away, got up and left the room, leaving Shikamaru to stare. Her feet led her to the bathroom where she gripped the knob and pulled it shut, and made sure it was firmly locked before slowly turning her face to the mirror, viewing herself. Her expression, hadn't been what her mind had expected..and maybe hoped. There was no anger, no rage, no fury. The girl that stared back at her had a look of confusion, there was a softness in her eyes and a deep blush on her face, matching her hair. She quickly shook her head and splashed water in her face, then rubbed it very hard with a towel and looked back. The expression didn't change. Tayuya's mind reeled as what happened slowly sank in...she had just kissed...Nara Shikamaru...the deer herder, the good for nothing deer herder, the lazy, perverted, useless konoha shinobi...and she wasn't entirely sure...that a small part of her...hadn't enjoyed it...

And the plot thickens, I hope you enjoyed that, and I hope you review. No flames please. Expect the next chapter to be up soon, and make sure to tell me what you think of it.