Notes: fanfiction these three follow the prompts of a beginning of a week where every day you had to write in a different prompt. In total there were seven, but I managed to write only the first three days.
Title: Night
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Shikamaru Nara, Temari
Pairing: Shikamaru / Temari
Link: EFP
Genre: Romance , Malinconico
Rating: Green
Word Count: ~ 800
Prompt: night (first day)
Temari screwing up his eyes in two very thin crescent moon and brought down side of his mouth, almost touching his chin. The repeated, every time I meet him, just how lazy and tardy, as he had to wait near a river. Shikamaru nodded indifferent and nodded his head to encourage it to follow him. Rubbing your feet on the gravel, resigned as a condemned man approaching the gallows. Shikamaru's gaze, however, never had life, had always been pale, cold and distant.
walked without saying anything to each other a few feet away. There was a deathly silence, sometimes broken by the intense yawning Shikamaru.
The sun with its light rays showed their frowns, their silences, the puffs, the bronchi, nervous fingers ticking on the package of cigarettes, his eyes impatient trying to Tsunade's office, revealed their reality, their relationship separate, fictitious work.
Then came the night. In those moments
Temari remained on the balcony of the inn where he was staying to see the empty streets of Konoha. Down the stairs with stealthy step of a cat, opened the fusuma surrounded and out from the darkness. The lights were lowered over the rooftops, suffused and dim, distant from each other like predators who seek to own their prey, always lonely, always lurking. If I looked up to heaven you will realize that they themselves were the prey and the night was the real predator, sovranzava them, they faded away, made them fireflies dying and dying with his oppressive darkness. Temari
wandered in the darkness and approached the river bottom and rocky. It was the only true place where a gleam of moonlight reflecting off the surface water. She listened to the lapping of the river, and then, like almost every night, he came. Shikamaru walked
prickly grass, sfrascando feet. Not could be seen, but received their attendance.
"I can not stay here in Konoha there are too many crickets," she explained with arguments.
"I overslept this afternoon," reported another.
"You always sleep too much."
Shikamaru snorted, and then sat down near the river bank.
She looked a goldfish, small and crooked, with iridescent scales, approaching the network left unconscious in the water by fishermen.
The darkness hid everything, and more than anything else the truth.
And they took advantage to relax the their faces and their eyes soften. To surprise the other with a slight and fleeting caress studied, motivated by a lie by the fact that they saw nothing and was unintentional. The night was the cradle of their secret, the hidden lair where they could not openly show their pride that he could find them. Temari
So he lay down on the grass and bent forward toward him. Shikamaru leaned his elbow, side, and looked at her - she could see her, but saw nothing. She did not notice his eyes, but he felt his breath along the front.
"Nara," he called for a trato. The wind broke him in surprise.
"What is it? "
" Because every night you're here? "
all started a few weeks earlier. They had met by chance one night near the river and had continued to come back, as if following a natural sort of tacit agreement and mutual. But neither of them had openly asked anything about it until then.
Shikamaru grabbed the hem of the sleeves of Temari between thumb and forefinger, without offset the dress, and rubbed it gently, like a caress to vent that he could not give. "Being close to the river is relaxing."
She nodded her head. It was an answer small, but it was enough. The truth would never come to light from either of them.
The night was a heavy veil covering reality, but could do with a simple light to reveal those awkward glances that were being sought with fervor, love those smiles that showed off two more when they were alone. Those same smile that had never had on him the light of the sun.
Title: Children
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Shikamaru Nara, Temari
Pairing: Shikamaru / Temari
Link: EFP
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff
Rating: Green
Word Count: ~ 450
Prompt: Children (second day)
"We do not know how to do with the kids," Temari said with a solemn sigh. Shikamaru turned to her, arching an eyebrow. They were talking about wars that took place in the old historic village ninja, what enters the children now?
"Ah," he only said, turning to look at shogi with concentration.
"I realized it yesterday ..." Shikamaru told her as she moved her pawn of kin. "I was on my own, at one point when I see a child in the crowd who began to wail ..." The Nara
scratched his chin. "It's up to you," he said.
"I approach and ask, baby, what's wrong? Frigni Why? "
" Hey, Tem-"
" And he knows he is doing? She starts to cry even more, sharing the way I speak a little 'mandatory (you know, the tone I normally use, it's my tone!) For a lecture. It was so much frightened, ran away and told me that I'm a witch. "
the ninja ran a little laugh. "It 's true that children are wiser than adults."
"Shikamaru" Temari enunciated voice thin and sharp, warning him with a glance to be more serious when talking about such delicate matters .
"Well, I do not understand why you care so much," snapped the Nara, ticking on the board of shogi. Temari sighed and sat with folded arms.
"Next, it's your turn," recalled the Shikamaru.
The kunoichi, without even thinking about it, moved the first piece that came to hand, and the boy twisted his nose. He scratched behind his neck, a sign of discomfort.
"Listen ..." he said softly after a while ', "as it is called? Shohei? "
" Ninsei, "Temari replied.
"This is not why he never speaks to Ninsei, right?" Shikamaru asked dryly.
"He will not want to talk to me, if anything," says the blonde.
"Come on, are not I even managed to hate you ... "She smiled tenderly
. "Have you stopped smoking," he said. 'E' for weeks have not seen you smoke. "
" In reality when you're smoking, "he confessed Shikamaru.
"Yes, I know, I saw a pack of cigarettes inside his jacket. I tested to see if you're still sincere. "
Shikamaru frowned confused.
"Know that I will put to the test even on women, to see if you are faithful to me or not!" Admonished him Temari jokingly.
"I'm too lazy to betray you, even seeing you with that horrid belly," ridiculed the boy close to her to touch him. "You feel like calcium, is neurotic like you!"
Temari gave him a light blow on the forehead with his fingers and pretended to have hurt Shikamaru, collapsed on his stomach and holding out a girl's ear to hear the soft beat of a little heart.
"Hello, Shohei ..." he said tenderly. The ninja of Suna
smiled. "It's called Ninsei."
Title: Frame
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Shikamaru Nara, Shikaku Nara, Temari
Pairing: Shikamaru / Temari
Link: EFP
Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of Life
Rating: Green
Word Count: ~ 1000
Prompt: Frame (third day)
A saying goes that people who know us more than any other are the members of our family. Shikamaru thought right at that moment, frowned, grimaced, and took him to ponder a question that probably he was the exception that proves the rule.
This is because Shikaku hardly recognize his father, the stoic and serious Shikaku, the same who complained about his wife because when accompanied her to the shops remained stunned in front of two different brands undecided on what to take, if the most publicized and the most obvious ... In short, what Shikaku, who was staring at that time by more than half an hour the frames of a stall. "I need a frame for the new framework," said his son had just spotted. "You wait for me I do in a minute," had always said. One moment, the famous last words. What a crook, he thought Shikamaru. I had always been, but at least it was able to recognize it.
Shikaku reached out to take a frame and study it carefully. He smiled. And to answer his son smiled.
"That's nice," she urged Shikamaru.
"No," snapped sanctioned Shikaku, changing expression and putting the frame on the shelf. Shikamaru made another grimace.
"It 's the fifth time you take a frame and discards," she said nervously out to the father. Shikaku silenced him dry with a gesture, and surrounded himself with the same hand to his chin thoughtfully.
"This is a choice that you can only do once in a lifetime," he declared solemnly.
"You're comparing wedding you and mom to a frame?"
"Do not be stupid!" Uttered in a loud voice Shikaku. "The wives can change it as you wish. There are no receipts, instead. "
Shikamaru sighed in exasperation. "I'm going home alone."
"You can not, you have to give me advice," he ordered peremptorily his father, taking another frame. "What do you think of this?"
"I think it's the same as before and the one before that and even before that."
Shikaku sighed, laid his hand on the shoulder of his son and became seriously.
"Every frame has a different finish, distinctive character. For every picture it takes a frame studied, the ribs, "he explained sternly. "A frame is not suitable can depreciate the beauty of a picture, sometimes, indeed, it is the frame that catches the eye of a person and the door to observe the picture. "
He turned to the stand and weighed another frame. "Here, like this! And 'that fits! "Sanctioned satisfied.
"Yeah," Shikamaru passed without even watching it. "And now let's go."
***
Shikamaru, lying on the bed, swinging his leg over the edge, with his arms behind his head. She heard her mother say aloud that supper was ready, he got up and left the room. He crossed the hall and before it reached the stairs looked at the wall to his left, on which was hung the new picture that her parents had bought. The subject was a mermaid, her hair wavy and blue eyes large and bright, was sitting on a tree and played a bamboo flute. It was a dream framework and strong colors, as did her mother.
"It 's nice, no?" Someone uttered. Shikamaru turned and saw his father.
"Hmm ..."
"Only hmmm? E 'already quite a good minute that you're contemplating, "Shikaku said amused.
"Watching you other than to contemplate, Dad. "
" I know you, Shikamaru, and do not you ever look at anything for a long time ... "the father said. "It 's been through the frame."
son shrugged. "Maybe ... but now let's leave the picture, I'm hungry. "
***
" Guess what '? You're late! "Enunciated Temari with folded arms. "Why am I still coming to appointments on time? I should introduce myself after half an hour, so it would solve everything. "
Shikamaru threw his cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it with the heel of the shoe. "I'm glad to see you ..."
"We have a stack of papers to take Tsunade, we have to move," reported the girl, giving the company a good part.
"These are the double of yours," remarked the Shikamaru a bit 'irritated.
"It 's the punishment for making me wait even today. Let's go. "
The boy snorted and followed her, taking care to where to go because of the sheets that obscure the view. He could not Starla pace, the blonde, that day, seemed particularly inclined to trot as fast as a soldier to arms. He wondered if it was a case, then consider that smelled rather than revenge.
"Hey," he finally called, sternly.
"What?" She asked, turning suddenly. That cut of eyes he had, facing up, was just as sharp his cowlick - the adjective fits well. Temari was unruly as a stray cat brought up by a family of chimpanzees, Shikamaru thought, just to emphasize the perfection of what was aggressive tomboy. Probably, in another place and another time, that his own thought he would at least made me smile, but her hair so ridiculously taken into account later reflections aroused anything but derisive in his own knowledge. Fixed
by it, he saw a frame of wheat-colored hair fits her personality, pungent, prickly, eccentric. The first time I knew her she was impressed by his strange hairstyle, which already presaged an intractable temper. The first impression of Shikamaru was not wrong. For him, what was misogynist, women were created to be annoying and those like her, than to ruin the life of a man, they could even remove it if they had lost my temper, pervaded by some strange and moody mood changes typical of them.
Over time, however, went further, finding a girl sometimes frightened at times sad and tragic victim of a childhood conflict, seeing as how his pompous attitude could actually hide a weakness than ever for pride, admitted to have.
And going even deeper, to examine well, crossing all barriers of prejudice, that afternoon, Shikamaru realized that the setting of wispy blond hair stood out abstruse subject is a charming, oval face, nose, and two minutes captivating green eyes. It was nice to stump breath.
He found himself unwittingly to smile.
'Well, you've got? "Temari asked, a bit' incredulos.
"How strange," said the boy, amazed and amused at the same time. "I think for the first time I understood the words of my father."
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