Neurological disorder

Rated M: Violence, drug use, alcohol consumption, sexual situations, course language.

Note: Everything will be explained, or further explained in the next chapters.

P.p.s: This-means an inner voice is talking/thoughts

Chapter 2: Break

Shikamaru and Temari packed their things extra slow as they waited for everyone to file out for break. They stole glances at each other every now and then and tried to be as subtle as possible. Kizeki watched them sneak glances at each other. 'I think I'm gonna be sick.' He faked a gag as he snapped his head away from the two. Temari then cleared her throat and both guys turned to look at her. After turning away from Shikamaru's stony gaze, the action seemed extremely reluctant, she faced Kizeki.

"Do you mind giving us a moment?" Temari asked, her voice was so calm and collected, Kizeki almost fell for it.

"After what happened earlier? No shit." Kizeki scowled.

"I admit that you have every right to be angry at me... However I REALLY need to speak to Shika...maru... alone."Temari's teal eyes bore heavily into Kizeki's.

"No." He scowled.

Temari sighed in exasperation and turned to Shikamaru with pleading eyes, only to see him trying to contain his laughter. "What?" she muttered tersely.

"Oh, nothing... how long have you two been together? A week? Month maybe?" He asked amusedly, but Temari could see in his eyes the anger he was trying to keep at bay.

"A month. What's it to you?" Kizeki challenged.

Shikamaru clapped. "I can't believe Mari stayed with you this long. Seriously... you don't know-" Shikamaru was stopped by Temari's voice.

"Shikamaru, don't start something now." She glared.

Shikamaru sighed and held up his arms in mock surrender. "Fine, fine." Shikamaru then turned his head lazily over to Kizeki. "Listen man... we get off to a very bad start, and I can tell you now that we're never gonna like each other." Temari would have flinched at his words if she didn't know how straight forward he is. "But Temari and I need to go over some important things, so we need some privacy."

"Will you touch her?"

"Yes." Temari almost smacked Shikamaru over the head. "But that's regardless of you being here." he pointed out, boredly.

"Then no way!" Kizeki declared.

"Mari I'm getting impatient..." Shikamaru scowled, not taking his eyes off of Kizeki.

"Shika, let's talk about this at home." Temari's hand was placed on Shikamaru's bicep, making him relax and turn to her, his hardened eyes melting to a soft grey and a comforting smile grew across his lips. She smiled back instinctively and Shikamaru felt himself turn into putty under her warm gaze. Temari's hand felt his warmth radiate through his shirt and sink into the palm of her hand.

'Damn he's gotten strong over the years. I can just feel the-'

WAY off topic girl... he hurt you remember...

'But look at those eyes... I can't be angry at him if he keeps looking at me like that...'

Dammit grow some balls, he does not deserve us!

'But we both really didn't have a choice-'

I won't hear it! Enough! Alright?

'Tsk, fine. Why am I arguing with myself? Have I gone insane?'

Probably-now pay attention-He's looking at you in that stupid knowing way of his.

Temari blushed and drew her hand back, much to Shikamaru's displeasure. But he didn't protest. 'Smart boy.'

"Alright, fine..." Shikamaru ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Mendokosu..."

Temari couldn't help a chuckle past her lips. "I see you have you're the same as always lazy-ass." Temari said softly.

"Shut up you troublesome women." Shikamaru scowled, but their was light in his eyes.

Temari's brow twitched. "Do you really want to start this now, Nara?" she asked with a soft frown.

Shikamaru bent down and kissed her forehead out of instinct. "You're-"

"-too pretty to frown?" Temari finished gently. Shikamaru smiled. "How could I forget." She rolled her eyes at him.

"SO." Kizeki interrupted un-amusedly. "Anyone care to tell me what's going on-and why I shouldn't punch the fucking hell out of him for doing that to you?"

"Well for one you won't be able to land a hit on him-we did jujitsu together-he's a black belt." Temari pointed out to a disbelieving Kizeki. "Another thing is that if either of you fight-you've both got hell to pay curtesy of me. I don't care who started it, all you need to know is i'll be the one to finish it." Temari growled. Both teens gulped and Kizeki nodded his head in affirmation. "Well Nara, you have anything to add?" Temari cocked a brow.

"You don't wanna know what i'm thinking right now." Shikamaru drawled suggestively.

Temari rolled her eyes and fought off a blush. "Fine." she seethed, turing her arousal into anger. "Now both of you go eat. I'm famished." Temari walked out.

Kizeki took a one long look at Shikamaru, who was ignoring him and getting his things. "Stay away from Temari." He bit out.

"Naah, the chick can handle herself." Shikamaru smirked lopsidedly and sauntered out.

"Fucking bastard..." Kizeki muttered to himself before stalking off to the cafeteria.

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