Title: He loves me, He loves me not…
Author:
hobbit_nudityPairing: Uchiha Sasuke/ Uzumaki Naruto
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #11 gardenia
Disclaimer: Naruto and all the characters therein belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Summary: Hmmm… a somewhat useless scene where nothing gets done, and should not be taken seriously. That being said, Naruto goes to do some very serious reflection and thinking and a certain somebody overhears. Gomen ne, Sasuke, you’re not in this one! ╥_╥
Sigh.
“He loves me…”
Shikamaru’s current location was not a place where he was often found, if at all. After all, it was considered a ‘girly’ place- the large flower fields where young kunoichi hopefuls from the academy often went to gather flowers for flower arrangement practise (for some obscure reason Shikamaru never bothered to remember). To him, the whole idea was troublesome so was always grateful that he never had to be a part of it.
But he needed a quiet place away from people, so that he could get some shuteye without getting chewed out for it- recently Ino had found out the locations of all his other napping spots.
“He loves me not…”
Although it seemed that he was not going to get any, having failed to ignore the only other person at the field. It had been quite some time ago that Naruto had ambled along whilst he was napping, and had woken him up with all his sighs, mutterings and sudden exclamations to himself. He was seated next to some shrubs that grew some kind of white flower (“Gardenias!” Ino would scream), and had not realised Shikamaru was sleeping nearby on the other side, so busy with his own blathering and flower abuse.
‘How troublesome…’ Shikamaru thought. It did not take much to know who Naruto kept referring to - it was obvious that the idiot had somehow developed a crush on his best friend/rival/enemy (delete where applicable), Sasuke.
“He loves me - AHH! Why do I like him anyway?!” he screeched to himself and unknowingly, Shikamaru. The number of petals he plucked was enough to make a sizeable heap, on which the frustrated Naruto threw himself upon, sending almost all of the petals scattering. Picking another helpless flower, he began listing all the Uchiha’s bad traits, accenting each one with the plucking of a petal.
“Humph, he’s such a bastard…”
‘That’s true…’ Shikamaru mentally agreed.
“He thinks he’s above everybody else!”
‘Again, true…’
“He’s an asshole and he’s so annoying…”
‘Somewhat true, but Naruto, you’re an asshole too sometimes and you’re even more annoying…’
“STUPID!”
“FAT!”
“AND UGLY!”
‘Oi Naruto, don’t go making up other people’s traits!’
“SUPER PERVERT!!!”
‘That’s YOU, idiot!!’
Shikamaru felt the oncoming of a major migraine, as Naruto fell into a pregnant pause and then proceeded to mutter ‘bastard, bastard, bastard…’ as he plucked the remaining petals off. The redness of his cheeks did not escape Shikamaru.
Oh well, Shikamaru hoped that either Naruto or the Uchiha would do something soon - it pained him to think that he would have to look for another napping spot just because he couldn’t endure Naruto and his idiotic daydreams. From the corner of his eye, he caught his hopeless friend comically squeezing his eyes shut and puckering his lips to kiss an imaginary Sasuke.
End. > 3<