"Temari of the Sand village? Hm her abilities and qualities will make a decent bodyguard," Shikamaru murmured outloud.
"Great choice because she's already here!" Tsunade exclaimed thankful that the Kunochi was originally here as an extra helper from the Kazekage and perfect for her plan, "She's actually here to help out around here but I think she'd do better by guarding you."
Suspiciously, Shikamaru was not so sure about these turns of events. Why would she give up a chance at extra help and already have her name on a list with few candidates that were much weaker? Something was up but being the Lazy guy he was he didn't bother analyzing it.
He straightened his shoulders when a certain female walked in. She was just as he remembered along with that blond hair of hers tied into four ponytails. And when her teal eyes sparkled with amusement, he knew she had been eavesdropping and her next words proved it.
Temari marched over toward Shikamaru and bluntly asked in her bossy and low voice, "Why would girls go after you?"
Shikamaru shrugged and closed his eyes. Temari studied his appearance but also noticed his more confident attitude. In a way, she admired his calm and reasonable personality, and believed he was a very reliable and loyal ninja.
As for his looks, she stared at his well-built body, marveling at those long legs and those strong broad shoulders, not to mention the muscles on his chest. But what most caught her eyes were his dark brown eyes that shone with intelligence, and his dark hair that was pulled up high into a ponytail that she had always wanted to yank down.
"Where am I staying?" Temari asked her hands on her hips with her large fan secured to her back.
"In one of the guest rooms, I suspect," Shikamaru mumbled fearing the worst from his mom.
They left the office and headed off.
Tsunade smirked thinking of the possibilities. It did not go exactly according to plan but it was a start. In its own way, matchmaking made the job of Hokage a lot more interesting. She was glad she had introduced the idea to Gaara the Kazekage to get his sister and Shikamaru together. Hopefully things would go right without any interference from anyone.
She finished filing her paperwork and quickly called out, "Shizune! I need some more tea!"
It had only been a few moments before Temari had to defend Shikamaru by stepping in front and holding her folded fan in a protective manner.
"Normally I wouldn't be able to stand being protected by a woman. But in this case I'll make an exception," murmured Shikamaru staring at the his fangirls.
A great multitude of girls screeched and shouted. Some even seemed looked determined enough to get in a fight for him.
With wide eyes, Shikamaru stared and shivered. Temari rolled her eyes.
" Hah. . .Still blabbering about that man and woman crap," mocked Temari shaking her head in disgust.
"Shika! Shika-kun!"
Shikamaru winced at the shortening of his name, and saw Temari glance back with her eyebrow raised in an inquiring manner. She laughed at his irritated expression and grinned.
"I'll give you a kiss if you take down your hair," one brave brunette suggested wiggling her fingers and blowing a kiss.
"This is gonna be such a hassle," Shikamaru complained rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache. Why was this happening to him of all people? He really didn't think he was that attractive to catch so much attention even with hair down.
"I never expected this much for the likes of you," Temari snickered in her loud and sarcastic way.
The brunette girl glared harshly at the blond in her way and easily Temari grabbed Shikamaru by his Chuunin jacket and vanished in a poof of smoke.
"What a shame. I was hoping for more of a challenge," murmured Temari inspecting her fan in a bored manner. They stood on top of a dusty rooftop and Shikamaru pointed to his home.
"That's the house. But I'm afraid things got a bit more complicated," Shikamaru commented as he spotted the familiar Kuniochi, "Sakura and Ino. This is such a drag."
"They don't appear to be much," Temari acknowledged her eyes resting on the girls, "Yet I won't underestimate them."
"That would be wise . . . Especially since Sakura has been training under Tsunade-Sama," Shikamaru informed, "But that doesn't mean that Ino isn't as greatly skilled since she's one of my own teammates who knows how I fight. And it doesn't help that her father and mine are good friends."
Temari chuckled, her laugh catching his gaze as her greenish blue eyes sparkled, "How awkward for you. Let's get this done and over with."
Shikamaru glanced away when she turned back to him as she added, "And don't worry crybaby, I won't let them get to you."
They both jumped down, with Shikamaru dreading the huge confrontation.
"Who the heck are you? And what are you doing with my teammate Shikamaru? Not that he would go for you since most all guys go for skinny girls," Ino mocked feeling threatened by the new blond by Shikamaru's side. She looked fierce and familiar.
She still doesn't have a clue. Most guys, myself included, like 'em more substantial, Shikamaru thought, and with that in mind Temari has that going for her in all the right ways . . . Ugh I can't believe I got so distracted by Ino's comment.
He was about to shake off his thoughts when he heard the Sand Nin answer.
"I'm Temari, his bodyguard. And as for that snide comment, I'm not at all what you implied," Temari slyly said, "I'm from the Sand and believe me, guys don't go for the bone skinny type."
"Shika's got a bodyguard?" Sakura flustered feeling somewhat low, "Well, maybe I should separate the two of you."
The pink haired Kuniochi rushed forward and slammed her fist into the solid ground, splitting them apart. Temari countered with a well-enforced wind scythe Jutsu with her beloved fan.
With that gush of wind, Sakura was thrown back and Shikamaru quickly held her still afterwards with his shadow possession technique.
"Where's Ino?" Temari shouted, glancing this way and that to spot a subtle clue to the girl's hiding place.
But it was too late, for in a few moments, Ino had gotten hold of Temari's body and she grinned in triumph.