I've decided to make a tiny collection centered on ShikaIno, based off of the first chapter.
I was told it was a shame it wasn't being continued, so here you go CanadianKickshipper.
This one is for you.
Rated T this time guys.
Here we go, Lol.
Shikamaru was pissed. There really wasn't any other way to put it. He was angry, upset, hurt, and mostly he was stunned. Spring break had produced the best camping trip ever; He got his first kiss - check, he caught lots of fish - check, he lost his virginity - check check. The not so great part was that it was over, and ever since they packed up that fateful tent of love(Shikamaru really did like that tent now), Ino had been completely ignoring him. It wasn't that he was exactly seeking her out, but hey..they went to the same school...and we're in a lot of classes together. Which brings us to his main problem: She was flirting, with like, everyone (with the exception of Shikamaru). Who could blame her though? He knew he was kind of a loser, he was a loner who didn't fit in with anyone else. Choji was his only real friend, but they only saw each other at lunch. Ino was a goddess; class president, cheer squad leader, gymnastic team captain, and she was in theatre club. The only clubs Shikamaru belonged to where; Konoha High Karate, and loser town(The second wasn't actually a real club, but he had dubbed his lunch table that). Sure he was one of the best in martial arts besides Hyuuga Neji and Rock Lee (that kid was insane with his tai jutsu), but where did that get him with Ino? No where. Exactly.
What made Shikamaru more angry was that after school Ino would come over to his house to get help on her homework. He often thought: 'Well if you paid attention in class instead of flirting with everyone.' ,but he never said anything to her. Usually they wouldn't even study and she would just hop on his lap and kiss his brains out, then leave, just like that. He would be so shocked afterwards, and then he would notice she left her homework. She was using him to get passing grades. If only everyone knew that Shikamaru had got her the straight A's, maybe he would be class president..
Shikamaru frowned as he slammed his locker closed, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He really didn't want to go to history class because Ino sat right in front of him, and all she and Sakura did was talk about Uchiha Sasuke("He has perfect hair!" "He's so hot!" "I bet he looks great naked!"). Shikamaru scowled as he took a seat. In his own opinion he thought that he himself looked great naked, Ino had even complemented him on his six pack when they were swimming at the lake.
He watched her walk in the door and his heart almost stopped beating. She was so breath taking everyday, it was painful. Today she was wearing a baby blue dress that just reached her knees, There were frilly things sticking out from underneath (he thought it was called a petty coat), a blue ribbon adorned her platinum hair, and she just seemed to shine. It was then that he saw it, everyone was staring at her in class, everyone. He wasn't the only one who thought she was wonderful, but he was the only one that she never acknowledged.
He felt a fire starting in the pit of his stomach as she sat down and turned to him, her hand held out expectantly. He sighed as he pulled the papers from his bag and handed them over, she smiled pleasantly as her fingers caressed his gently, then she was gone. She turned around and forgot all about him. He sighed as he slumped down in his seat, his elbow resting on the bar that connected his chair to the desk. The bell had rung, and the teacher had already started talking. Kurenai sensei was a great lady, she was super smart when it came to history, and she was always willing to help you remember stuff. She kind of had a pet peeve for talking in class, but somehow she never noticed Ino and Sakura's banter about Sasuke. He was pretty sure that even the raven haired football star could hear them from two rows over.
It was during one of these heavily involved conversations about the Uchiha that Shikamaru had finally had enough.
"Shut up." He said quietly at first, not really expecting anyone to hear him. He was, after all, the most ignorable person in the world. But today someone heard him, and that someone was Ino Yamanaka.
She turned around so quickly that he thought her head would fly off, and her eyebrow was cocked up in a cute, but very annoyed way.
"What did you say?" She practically growled, it didn't scare Shikamaru though.
He had known her all his life, and he knew that that fear inspiring look was just a front. He knew she wasn't as tough as she acted, he knew how vulnerable she could be. He smirked at her and leaned forward a bit before he answered.
"I'm pretty sure I told you to shut the hell up."
To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. She was shocked and he could see it written all over her face. It was then that he noticed everyone in the classroom was turned towards them, staring. They were staring in disbelief. Had that no body just told Yamanaka Ino to shut up? Yes. Yes he had.
"W-what?" She stuttered, clearly still in shock.
Shikamaru smiled at her, before glancing up at Kurenai sensei who had stopped writing on the dry erase board and had come to stand right over them.
"Is there a problem?" She asked in that tone she had, the tone that said 'why are you disturbing my class?'.
He didn't expect the words to actually come out that he was thinking, but they did.
"Yeah actually there is," He stood up as he spoke, his eyes leaving Kurenai's face and catching Ino's, "I can't focus with this slut yakking about boys in front of me."
With that said he bowed to his sensei and grabbed his backpack, leaving the room. He didn't expect to feel so good after that, and even when he heard Kurenai calling his name, he didn't stop. He walked out of the school and got in his truck. He actually felt great, instead of guilty. He supposed that the guilt would come later, when she didn't show up for their twice a week make-out session. She would probably find someone else who was smart to go bump monkeys with. He shrugged it off. He didn't need her.
He drove past his house without looking, if he came home now his mom would be pissed.
He wound up driving out to the park. It was one of his favorite places to go. It was a really large patch of ground that was surrounded by large oaks. A runners path was etched in a winding pattern, treeslinking the trail, with big open fields on each side. Getting out of his truck, slamming his door, and walking down the path he almost forgot what had just happened. He smiled as he reached his favorite knoll, leaning back to watch the drifting clouds.
He laid there for what seemed like an eternity, watching the puffy masses of condensation float above him. The sky had started to look like a painters canvas, with reds, pinks, oranges, and purples dancing around on the horizon. He checked the watch on his wrist, 7:59 p.m., he sighed heavily. He pushed himself up off of the ground, not even caring to get the grass out of his messy ponytail. He wasn't eager to go home, he didn't really want to see his parents. By now Ino had probably told the whole story to her father, who had probably called his mother, who would probably rip off his head and shove it up his ass. He should know better than to hurt Ino, it always came back to haunt him.
Before going home he stopped by the local coffee shop and got himself one of those frappucino things everyone at school always talked about. It was pretty good, and he decided that he might buy one everyday, if he lived that long. He couldn't bring himself to pull into his drive way when he got home, so he circled the block a few times. By the time he got home he had stopped at the burger joint and had eaten a full meal: burger, fries, and a large coke. It was pushing nine thirty, and he knew if he didn't make it by ten then his mother would have a heart attack.
When he walked through the door it was eerily quiet, and he thought that something must seriously be wrong. On further inspection of the house he realized his parents weren't home, he smiled. Good, then he wouldn't be in trouble. He walked up the stairs to his room and laid on his bed, sucking the last bit of coke from the large styrofoam cup. He sighed as he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Today had been pretty good so far.
He swung the keys around his finger with a sigh, and decided that he would take a shower. It didn't take him long to step out,but as he was getting dressed he heard a distinct tapping on his window. He smiled and pulled the shirt over his head. He was in a shirt and boxers, but he didn't think Choji would mind. Before pulling his pants on he unmatched the window and told him to come in, but the person who slipped through wasn't Choji.
"You're a fucking jerk."
Shikamaru paused, his hands holding his pajama pants he had yet to pull on. Why was she here? Didn't she know that he was tired of her? Hadn't he made it clear what he thought of her? With a sigh he put the pajama on the desk by his bed and turned. She was teary eyed, and her makeup ran down her face. Her cheeks were red and her lips were swollen, and her voice sounded kind of hoarse. He didn't have anything to say to her statement, so he just looked at her. Her dress had gotten dirty from climbing up the side of the house, and her palms and knees were black from rubbing against the shingles. She looked absolutely horrible, but for some reason he felt bad. He felt bad that she looked so beautiful even when she was dirty and stinky.
He saw her moving with her hand raised, and he wasn't surprised when he felt her slap his face. He looked down at the floor as she hit on his chest, telling him he was an asshole and she hated him. He thought it was kind of funny that she was so dramatic, and he couldn't help but to laugh quietly.
"What are you so upset over anyways?" He saw her feet step back a step, then another.
"Are you serious?"
Shikamaru shrugged, "It's not like you care what I think about you." He looked up at her to see her eyebrows knit, and he felt bold enough to continue.
"I just said what everyone else is thinking about you." He knew it wasn't right to say, but it had been the truth. Every guy wanted her, every girl envied her, but no one thought she was perfect. He was the only one who had ever felt that way, but he had been blinded by summer kisses in the dark. She was just a slut who threw herself at a loser, because she couldn't get the guy of her dreams. She thought she could get love if she gave sex, but she didn't realize that that wasn't how the world worked.
"I'm not a slut!" She screamed out at him in frustration, she took a step forward and started slapping his arms and chest, and he reached out and caught her hands.
"Then what are you Ino? The girl who makes out with her child hood friend at night and fucks the football team by day? How many others beside me are there Ino? How many boys' hearts have you broken with your game of cat and mouse? I don't want to be your mouse anymore!"
She was crying in his grip, but he didn't let go. Not even when she fell to her knees. He held onto her wrists tighter and pulled them upward, so she was barely touching the ground with her knees. He felt powerful now. He had taken her power over him and reversed it on her. He didn't want to be the love sick puppy anymore.
"Why did you come here?" He dropped her wrists and turned away from her, slipping his pajama pants on. He felt weird being exposed to her now.
"I don't know..maybe I thought you would..I don't know." She mumbled, rubbing her sore wrists. Shikamaru could see the bruises he had given her from holding her up like that, it made him feel bad. She looked so broken on the floor like she was, and he almost wanted to bend down and apologize, but that was probably what she was searching for.
"I think you should go."
Her eyes were big when she looked up at him, but he opened his room door for her to leave. She started to stutter, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. It felt bad and good to be pushing her out like that. She needed to learn that he wasn't going to let her walk all over him. He walked behind her down the stairs and even opened the front door for her. He watched her silently walk to her silver corolla with a blank expression. He closed the door after she got in and didn't look back. He didn't know that she sat in his driveway crying for thirty minutes.
The weeks went by and he didn't see her in class, he didn't ask Sakura why the blonde was gone. He got glares from everyone at school, and even Choji stopped talking to him as much. To his surprise his mother and father never yelled at him or even mentioned that they knew about the fight. He was kind of happy that Ino didn't rat him out, but as a week turned into a month he started to get worried. Why didn't she come to school? It's not like he threatened her life.
Shikamaru scowled, rising up from his seat when the bell rang. He made his way down the hall towards the building they used as a dojo, and that's when he saw her. She didn't look like her normal happy self, and she wasn't surrounded by her usual followers. She was wearing a long sleeved jacket in the middle of summer with a pair of tight fitting jeans, and her hair...her hair was cut short. He was so shocked when he saw her that he couldn't move, and when their eyes met she turned the other way. Had she switched classes to be away from him? Was that fear in her eyes? Shikamaru felt like worms were crawling down his throat.
When he got to the dojo he changed into his gi and slid his obi around his waist, securing it in a square knot. He was distracted as he bowed to their sensei, Maito Gai, and he said the moto without feeling what the words meant. When it was time to start their Kata he went through the motions, but there was no enthusiasm behind the moves. He executed low blocks without force, and his kicks lacked their usual snap. When it was time to practice their kicks on the punching bag he stood in the back of the line. All he could see was her big eyes staring at him with fear, and anger rose in his chest. She was the one who messed everything up! She was the one who broke him, so why did she act like she was the victim? She had used him! She had pretended he didn't exist!
He felt an elbow to his ribs, and he realized it was his turn to execute a round house. With one swift movement he had raised his knee, turned his hips, and struck the bag with so much force it flew off the hook it was mounted on. He apologized to his sensei and helped pick it back up, and the wide eyed looks he got went unnoticed. After class he bowed and saying goodbye to his sensei he walked out to his car, his obi slung unceremoniously over his shoulder. There were barely any cars left in the parking lot, but the ones who were were the cheerleaders'. Shikamaru scanned the parking lot for a silver corolla but it wasn't anywhere to be seen. Did she quit the team? Shikamaru shook his head as he got into his car.
Shikamaru didn't see her again for the rest of the school year, and when he asked his parents about her they told him: Her family had decided it was best that she go to an all girls school. They weren't really sure why, their friends never disclosed what had happened to her, but Shikamaru knew.
He had ruined her that day in class..
So I already have ideas for the next one, so let's get some reviews and I'll write that up for you. I hope you enjoyed it even though it took a big turn from the first. The next one will bring forth a new situation.
Oh by the way...did I mention this is Gunna become a little series of oneshots...well it is.
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If there are any spelling errors or wordsrunningtogether please let me know and I'll fix them, I've checked it twice but sometimes you don't see it in your own story!