Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto characters.
Being a dad means telling stories of bravery and adventure.
Shikamaru's children did not know their dad was the number one at running away when he was younger. To them their dad was lazy, smart, and a occasional smoker. He was a strong Jounin and an excellent fighter. Nothing like the cowardly twelve year old people sometimes still saw him as.
Shikavivi, wiggled around in her bed. Her grey covers were tightly wrapped around her five year old body making it a little hard to breath. On the other side of the room her older by six minutes brother Kiyoshi already in bed waiting patiently for Daddy to turn the lights off.
Shikamaru gave one last look at his children and began moving his hand to the light switch. "Daddy no! Can you read us a bedtime story?" Shikavivi pleaded. "Would you like a bedtime story Kiyoshi?" "I don't care."
Shikamaru grabbed the chair from the small desk inside the room. He sighed and sat down in the middle of the two beds. "OK, do you want me to read Harry Potter, Percy Jackson? What do you guys want?" "We want you to read us a bedtime story about you when you were a genin." Kiyoshi smiled.
"You two really don't want to hear any of my stories. Maybe you want to hear one of Mommy's? He had more brave moments then I did." Shikamaru hoped Kiba wouldn't be passing by. Kiba loathed being called Mommy. Even Kiyoshi and Shikavivi couldn't get away with it.
"We don't want to hear about Mommy. We want to hear about you!" Shikamaru knew that he couldn't influence them, the stubborn gleam in Shikavivi's eyes said it all. Stupid Kiba and his stupid stubbornness. The kids just had to inherent it from him.
"Well, one time..."