ARCHIVED.

    ‘      I’m getting the feeling you’re…

                          HMMMMMM       —-

                                     You want his attention     ?      ‘

     Feet     S   H   U   F   F   L   E    —-      eyes wandering over to Shikamaru with familiarity… Something about this whole situation reminded him of      N   A   R   U   T   O      —-

           ‘      You know he’s probably doing something      IMPORTANT       ?   ?   ?     Spends a lot of time with you already…      ‘

Does he offer to  TRAIN   with him or let him contemplate and possibly get more annoyed.

                there’s a soft mutter of ‘ mendōkusai ‘— just barely audible — & then he’s dropping his head into his hands. it wasn’t just that he wanted asuma’s attention... it was more than that.                     it was something that bordered on being illegal. 

                   that’s what he hated about it; this secret really stretched the limits.  but it wasn’t as if he could just       BLURT SOMETHING LIKE THAT OUT       .                     kakashi’s words go in one ear & out the other as he drowns in his own problems & issues. 

Send me "ovo" and I will tell you what kind of relationship I could see our muses having.

                 shikamaru can only stare at the shinobi before him.it takes a bit of effort to not throw the hefty book in his hands, across the office, at the hokage’s face. 

   A    COMPLIMENT    ?  ?  ?

That’s truly significant from Shikamaru    —-    His desire to do things on a good was nearing the lazy category… Almost like    H  I  M     !  !  !

     ‘    OK     —-   what do you really want   S  H  I  K  A  M  A  R  U    —-    ?  ?  ?     ‘

He’s got the mans attention now, minds been    MOVED    from the world ICHA ICHA had built to the real life    BORING    world.    Arms    FOLD    across chest, expressionless face keeping one visible eye on the other before moving away to    FOCUS    on surroundings.

           ‘    Whats    ASUMA    up to    ANYWAY    ? ? ?  

                   a victorious smirk immediately fills the chuunin’s visage when he has kakashi’s complete & utter attention. the shadow-nin plops down onto the grass before the older man, cross-legged, & at ease. 

                   he’s clearly pleased with himself. 

                ‘ how should i know what ASUMA is up to?                                          he’s probably busy with kurenai-sensei.... ‘

                   was that a hint of jealousy in his tone?

              she plays with the tempting idea of headbutting his forehead with her notorious one ;the famed ‘Billboard Brow’ has a forehead of steel, Ino often claims. maybe it’s strong enough to blow him back a few kilometers. a worthy idea to dwell on. the grin never seems to come off upon his face and it irks her so ; the smugness indicates the assumption of victory, victory that has not been won yet.

              a cant of her head is finally cued, more so for the reason of avoiding smoke and ashes smothering her rosy strands ; however, she pays heed to his words, breath whisking past the skin of her ear as he ever so blatantly invades and tears down a concept of personal space effortlessly. how could he grin during such a topic ? death, often remarked as morbid and dark, is something not to be entertained with ———— she’s on the opposite end of the spectrum. the hospital is the epitome of life and death ; within them, a new life could be born while another passes on. deaths in the building are peaceful ones ; Sakura thinks these are bittersweetendings to these people’s stories. ❛  death can only occur once while pain can be recovered from.  ❜

              he’s not the only one who’s been through things ———— she has too. those lonesome nights of nightmares and tears staining the bed sheets and pillows… Sasuke definitely drilled a hole in her little heart that day, but she’s recovering. steeling her heart ; she’s been trying to do just that. if she didn’t know any better, perhaps she can remark how they are both suffering. he from a different pain than hers, but, wouldn’t one describe them both rather similarly ? the most simplest definition of pain is that it hurts to thinks about it.

              if anything, she would know how much pain a heart can endure, but she’s trying to strengthen herself from it. he’s just willing to give it all up here. he’s not trying hard enough. the spiky fool.

                 something was going through her mind, the nara could tell — he’s rather skilled in reading other people, & he knew the kunoichi before him was contemplating something behind those startling emerald orbs. lips are thinned out into a soft grin, one that never slips, even as he awaits the impact of his words to reach her. 

                 he wasn’t suicidal by any means. but, ever since his mentors murder, life hasn’t been very bright — it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed slogging through. but he was doing so for his friends, his family, & most of all, because of the burning desire for REVENGE that has situated itself just behind his naval over the past few weeks.

                 eventually, he’s leaning out of sakura’s personal space; although his hands do not release her slender, fair wrists. as she speaks in that haughty, feminine tone he feels a stirring of something foreign. during the academy shikamaru had tolerated sakura — & now, here she was, leaving her job out of a worry for his health. 

                 that annoyed him...                                    he didn’t want anyone to worry about him!

                 very slowly the perpetual grin twists into a sneer & he’s jerking away from her as if she’d burned him. no one needed to worry about him! he could take care of himself!