Ch. 7 First Date

Temari settled in once again and made herself at home. It wasn't long after watching TV for about an hour that she became bored. "Nothing is on TV, how could have Don lived in a place like this for so long, I'll never know. It's a wonder why he left. I wonder what he did for most of his day?"

She turned and looked out the window where Don was buried. "Oh, right. Funny, he's dead and still he spends his time lying under that tree."

Temari turned as a knock came from the door. She opened it to see a familiar face in the doorway. "Shikamaru, what brings you here? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping somewhere at this time of the hour?"

Shikamaru looked at her with his usual disgruntled face. "Look, I figured since you would be bored that you would like to go on an actual date. No sparing, just a regular date. You, me, a restaurant and maybe even an evening stroll if you like."

"Aww, but I like when we spar, it's fun flirting physically with you, I know you like it." She said winking at him. "But since it's boring here anyway, why not." She replied. They left the building with Temari clung to Shikamaru's arm. Shikamaru led Temari until they reached a small café, by then the sun was already down and the night life was just arousing.

They went in and sat down. A waitress came to them with some tea and poured it into their cups. "What would you like to eat?" she asked. "The house special." Shikamaru said.

The waitress left to get the order filled and Temari looked at him strangely. "What's the house special?" she asked. Shikamaru grinned at her. "I'll tell you when it gets here." He replied. Temari grunted. "Hmm, I'm bored." She told herself. "Good thing I came prepared."

She whipped out a straw and began to shoot spitballs at people and then turn away as if innocent. "Come on Temari, behave. The food is almost here." Shikamaru said. "Humph, fine, at least Don let me have this kind of fun." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.

Soon their food came and was set on their table. "Mmm, smells good." She said. She began to scarf the stew down her throat, and then she stopped eating. "This tastes familiar somehow, I don't know why or how, but it seems like I've had this before." Shikamaru grinned at her. "It should, it's Don's own stew. He made it."

Temari looked at him weird. "Really?" Shikamaru nodded at her. "Yeah, it was a couple of years ago and it was winter time so of course it was really cold outside. We were training and were wondering where to get something to eat. We just so happened to stumble across this place and we got their stew here. It smelled ok but when we tasted it, it was horrible. That didn't sit to fine with Don so he went into the kitchen and showed the cook a thing or two about making stews. Finally he came out with this and we ate an actually good stew which warmed me up quite well seeing as I nearly froze my butt off in the cold outside."

Temari laughed at him as she could picture Don running into the kitchen and totally taking over the kitchen and bossing those worthless cooks around for making the most horrible stew imaginable. After a while of talking about random things that won't be mentioned because of subjects unknown, Shikamaru finished his stew and the two of them left the restaurant. As Shikamaru walked Temari home, a few tears began to fall down her face. "You ok?" he asked. Temari wiped her tears. "Yeah, it was just really good stew. Thanks a lot. I never thought you knew how to woo women Shikamaru." She gave him a peck on the cheek.

They finally reached the hotel. A dark figure watched them as they went inside.