I do not own Naruto or Sharada

Sadly, several MP3's were sacrificed to make this Fan Fic.

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"I kissed a girl and I liked it," Temari sung under her breath as she jogged through the streets of Konoha. She was listening to her MP3 player as she ran. She didn't like running much, so she used music to make her forget she was actually running. She didn't know where she was anymore, but she was pretty sure she wasn't lost.

"Shit," she muttered, taking her earbuds out. "I'm lost." She looked around and saw she was surrounded by various expensive looking houses, but she was pretty sure she was not near where she lived. "Gogatsu Street," she said, looking at the street sign. Nothing she had ever heard of. She shook her head.

"Hey miss, you lookin' for something?" Temari spun around when she heard a voice. A group of boys, around her age walked, no, swaggered over to her. She raised an eyebrow.

"Um, no, thanks though." She picked a random direction and started walking towards it.

"You sure?" one of them asked, a smirk on his face. Temari grimaced.

"Pos-i-tive," she said, sounding out each syllable.

"Temari, is that you?"

Temari turned around and saw Tori walking towards her. She smiled at her and smirked at the boys. "Hey Tori."

Tori walked over, giving the boys a look that made them slink away. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you lived near here."

Temari shook her head. "I don't. I was jogging and I got a little off track. What about you."

Tori grinned and pointed to a house a little ways away. "That's the place I'm staying at." She looked over Temari. "Want to come in for some food or something. You look really hungry."

Temari grinned and smiled in relief. "That would rock. Gaara's cooking sucks. Just like mine."

They both started to walk up towards the house. "So you like running?" Tori asked.

Temari shook her head. "I actually kind of hate it, but its good exercise," she said with a shrug.

Tori snorted as they walked in. "Aunt Yoshino," Tori yelled, as Temari looked around the big house. "Mind having one more for dinner?"

"No!" a voice yelled back. Temari chuckled and wandered into the next room. She got onto the couch, lying down with her legs hanging over the arm of the chair.

"I'm going to go check something upstairs," Tori said, before leaving. Temari kicked her legs up and down as she rested.

"Tori, what are you doing?"

Temari stuck her head up and saw a man standing there. The resemblance to Shikamaru was striking, but he was taller, a little more muscular, had a beard and some scars on his face. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her. "Who are you?" he asked.

She stopped swinging her legs. "Subaku no Temari," she said, sticking her hand out. "Um, Tori invited me in."

He shrugged, shook her hand and then went to sit down in a chair. "Nara Shikaku," he said. "So Subaku no Temari, you visiting Tori or something?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nope, I was out jogging and Tori saw me. I actually go to school with laz-- Shikamaru," she said, correcting herself as she almost used her new nickname for him.

He chuckled. "Really, you two going out or something?" he asked.

Temari coughed. "Not in the least."

Tori came back in. "Oh, so you've met Uncle Shikaku then," she said, leaning against the couch. Temari nodded. "So, where's Shikamaru anyways?" Tori asked.

"Check the roof," was all Shikaku said. Tori rolled her eyes and walked outside. She winced as she heard Tori shriek, 'SHIKAMARU!!'

"I'm right here," a voice said from the stairs. Tori came inside looking surprised.

"Where were you?" she asked, shutting the door.

"Upstairs," he said, walking into the room. Temari had lifted herself onto the back of the couch, and sat there facing Shikamaru, her legs crossed. "What are you doing here?" he asked rudely.

Temari smacked him on the shoulder. "Jeez, I'm here for dinner," she grumbled. "So that means I'm a guest and you have to be polite. Lazyass," she added the last part as an afterthought. Tori laughed, as did a woman standing in the doorway. Temari looked over at her. She had dark hair and was rather thin, one hand planted on her hip.

"Troublesome woman," Shikamaru muttered. His mom glared at him and Shikamaru shoved his hands in his pockets, looking bored. Temari slid off the couch as the woman walked over.

"Nara Yoshino," she said, shaking Temari's hand.

"Subaku no Temari," Temari said with a grin on her face. She was starting to feel a little self conscious about wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants, but she ignored the feeling. No one seemed to care.

"I just wanted to say dinner's ready," Yoshino said, walking back into the dining room. Temari followed, along with Tori, Shikaku and Shikamaru. Tori steered her towards a seat, and Temari sat down in it, scooting it in as she did. Yoshino brought out the food as they were sitting down.

There were bowls of miso, grilled salmon, rice, tofu and pickled vegetables. Simple, yet it smelled delicious. Temari normally was the one cooking for herself and her brothers, but everyone in her family sucked at cooking so if she wanted good food she would either get take-out or go out to eat.

Temari savored everything she ate. "This is fantastic," she said, trying for once to not talk with her mouth full and therefore offend Yoshino. Yoshino smiled at her.

"Thank you. It's really nothing special."

"I beg to differ," Temari muttered. Shikamaru caught what she said and smirked. Temari supposed he remembered her cooking in home ec. She smiled a little too sweetly at him and said, "Shikamaru, would you get me some more water," she said, before downing the full glass in front of her and holding it out to him. He raised an eyebrow, before sighing and taking it.

Tori shook her head with a smile from across the table. Temari kept eating, a look of innocence on her face the whole time. Shikamaru came back in, setting the glass down in front of her. Temari grabbed it and gulped down half of it before smirking at Shikamaru. "Arigato, Shika-kun."

He choked on his rice. She didn't know why, but she was getting a perverse pleasure out of embarrassing him. "W-what did you say?" he spluttered.

She took a bite of her fish before responding. "What do you mean?" she asked, a huge smirk on her face. She could hear Tori attempting to hold back her laughter and failing. She also could see Shikaku and Yoshino chuckling silently.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Temari meanwhile had finished eating. "Arigato," she said, smiling at Yoshino. Tori stood up and grabbed Temari's dishes.

"Hey Shikamaru, can you drive Temari home?" Tori asked. She looked at Temari with an apologetic look. "I would, but I have a show."

Shikamaru nodded, standing slowly. He looked down at Temari. She cracked her neck at stood as well. "Alright. Thanks again for the food, it was divine."

Yoshino nodded. "We would love it if you would stop by again."

Temari smiled. "That would be fantastic."

They both walked outside to the Shikamaru's car. It was an old ford, with green paint. She climbed in, closing the door behind her. He got in as well. "Where do you live?" he asked.

"1847 Naifu street," she said. He nodded, and started driving. "Mind if I put on some music?" Temari asked with a grin.

"No."

She rolled her eyes and plugged in her MP3 player. She put on the next song. "Sharada, sharada," she sung as the song started. She turned the volume up. "Do you always keep it that low?" she asked.

He looked at her with a smirk. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "I prefer non-background music when I am listening to music."

She looked out of the window of the truck and sighed. "I should start a band," she muttered. He looked over at her, a vague look of interest on his face.

"You play an instrument?" he asked.

"She can't get to bed, sharada sharada, she's got the song stuck in her head…" Temari sung under her breath, before she nodded. "I sing. I can also play the piano and the violin. I used to have a band in Suna. Then I moved." She sighed again before grinning. "That's something else I like, music. It's so therapeutic."

He nodded his agreement. "That's it," Temari said, pointing towards her house. They pulled up and Temari smirked at Shikamaru. "See you tomorrow," she said.

"You forgot your MP3 player," he said.

She stepped out of the truck and grinned. "Keep it overnight. It has some good stuff on it." She looked back at him. "Night, Shika-kun," she said with a cackle before going up to her house. He caught himself staring after her.

"Troublesome," he muttered, restarting his truck.