Country Boy 1/? ShikaNeji Fanfic
Okay, this fic is for ShikaNeji cuz t'was inspired by her piccie of Shika and Neji as lil kiddies on da farm, which can be found here: (da pic, not da farm hehe...)
http://shikaneji.deviantart.com/art/ShikaNeji-Fun-on-the-Farm-92187768
And...so far, this fic ain't complete cuz the damn plot bunnies have gone on strike, I haven't had time, and just haven't been in da writing mood. But I will finish it. Soon.
oh, yeah, almost forgot all da technical shit:
title (tentative): Country Boy
by: me
pairing: Shika/Neji
rating: Eh...pg? (wow, feels weird not adding da -13)
summary: Shika's a farm boy and Neji and his family come visit Shika's. Gawd...such a crappy summary....Oh, and Neji's blind cuz, Hinata squeaks (am contemplating making her pee her pants, just for the heck of it), and Hanabi is a brat.
warnings: um...yaoi, some swearing, possible OOC. (I tried to keep 'em IC, but I dun always succeed at that, so you've been warned and I dun wanna hear any complaints.)
disclaimer: me no own
additional notes: word '07 sucks much ass. mother fucker deletes the spaces in between paragraphs, I'm too lazy to go put 'em in, so sorry for the inconvenience. fuck '07.
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"Shikamaru, you will be on your best behavior when company comes. We cannot afford to lose Lord Hiashi’s financial backing. All those medicinal breakthroughs would not be possible without the Hyuuga family’s generosity towards Nara Pharmaceuticals research. “
Shikamaru just rolled his eyes and continued staring out the window, gazing up at the clouds as he slouched on then kitchen windowsill and ignored his mother’s nagging. “So annoying.” He muttered.
Yoshino paused, knife hovering over the freshly-picked garden vegetables she was cutting for salad with lunch. “What was that, young man?”
The ten year old boy just groaned. He wanted nothing more than to climb into the hayloft in the stable, or to the top of an apple tree in the orchard, and stare at the clouds and maybe take an afternoon nap. “If its business, why involve the family?”
His mother went back to rhythmically chopping the cucumbers, green peppers, and tomatoes. “Lord Hiashi is a business associate of your father’s, and his family’s summer house is just next door to us. It is a show of good will to invite him and his family over for lunch.”
Shikamaru just snorted and went back to cloud-gazing. He was not a happy little camper; his mother had forced him to actually wear shoes and a shirt under his denim overalls. It was summer; it was too hot for all that clothing, and too hot to have good manners. Summer was a time for basking in the shade of a tree, munching on an apple or two, and gazing up at blue skies and white, puffy clouds. He just wanted to kick back and relax, but instead he had to play nice with some rich man’s snobby, spoiled brats just because said rich man paid for his father’s work?
He pouted at a bunny-shaped cloud. Why did his family need to be in the medical field, anyway? They made plenty of money off their deer farm for Shikamaru’s comfort. Anything extra was just extra work and too much trouble to bother with.
A fancy black car pulled up the long dirt driveway to their family deer farm. Clouds of dust rolled into the dry air, and with a resigned sigh, the young Nara turned his attention to their arriving visitors. The car parked just behind his father’s rusted pick-up truck and a chauffeur got out and opened the back door. Shikamaru snorted again, this time in disgust. Who got driven around out here in the countryside? Maybe they wanted to rub their wealth in, or maybe the rich old coot didn’t know how to drive. Either way, Shikamaru didn’t care; he thought it was flashy, tasteless, and arrogant.
Losing interest, because rich, arrogant snobs were much easier to ignore than to deal with, Shikamaru’s gaze returned to the clouds. He only paid partial attention as a middle-aged man in a crisp, sharp black suit got out of the back seat, followed by a short-haired girl around his age, then a smaller girl with longer hair.
As soon as the little girl’s feet hit the dirt, she took off running. As if anticipating this, the man in the suit’s arm shot out and grabbed her by her skinny arm. The girl flailed, screeching obscenities like a body builder on a roid rage, drawing Shika’s full attention and shattering the peace of a lazy Sunday afternoon until the man shook her gruffly and leaned over, whispering something to her. The girl’s face paled and she quietly stood next to the bigger girl who twiddled her fingers together and shuffled nervously. The man in the suit leaned back in the car and helped the third child out of the seat. This child was slightly taller than the girl with short hair, maybe even taller than Shikamaru himself.
The little Nara scowled at the thought of a girl being taller than himself. Forgetting about his beloved clouds for the moment, he watched as the man and three girls walked the rest of the way to the house as the chauffer drove off in the town car. As they got closer, he noticed their strange pale eyes. He remembered his father talking about them at dinner- it was some weird family genetic thing.
The three girls looked a lot alike- it was easy to see they were related. All three wore identical outfits of a white t-shirt, dark blue jean capris, and white slip on shoes. The smallest girl had jet black hair down to the middle of her back, and a derisive sneer on her face. The middle girl had short hair the same color as the other one, only more glossy, and the tallest one …was easily the prettiest of the three.
Pretty was a word Shikamaru did not use too often, but he could think of no better way to describe the oldest child. She had long, thick and glossy sienna hair, her skin was the palest of the four Hyuugas, and her body was long and slender. The only thing marring her beauty was the thick white bandage wound round her forehead like a headband. His attention focused on her. Something was off. She stumbled as she walked, tripping over easy-to-see rocks and clods of dirt as she clung to the hands of the man in the suit and the middle girl. As he studied her and her family, he realized immediately something was wrong with her eyes.
The oldest child’s eyes were several shades paler than her relatives. All Hyuuga eyes were a uniform color of pale lavender, but close inspection revealed an ever so slightly darker pupil, but she had none, and instead of pale lavender, her eyes were all white. The whites of her eyes bled into her irises and pupils. She was blind.
When the girl stumbled yet again, the man scooped her up into his arms and settled her on his hip as if she weighed no more than a baby deer. Studying her lean frame, Shikamaru doubted that was far from the truth. She struggled, shifting around in his arms as if trying to get loose before settling down with a rebellious scowl, nose turned up in the air.
The Nara boy laid his head on his forearm just as the Hyuugas stepped onto the bottom step of the porch. “Hey, mum?” He said lazily.
“What?” His mother tipped the chopped veggies into a huge salad bowl filled with dark, leafy greens and bright orange carrots.
“The Hyuugas are here.” Shikamaru continued to lounge by the window, idly watching their visitors.
“WHAT?!!” Yoshino screeched, tossing the chopping board and knife into the sink and whisking off her apron. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?! Lazy, lazy child!” She snapped as she ran into living room where Shikaku snored in his recliner with a newspaper open across his face. “Lazy, good for nothing man!” She snipped, yanking on the handle as she breezed past and sent the recliner shooting upwards, and her husband with it. “They’re here!”
“Huh?” Shikaku yawned blankly, scratching the back of his head and rumpling his already tousled, pony-tailed hair. His once-pressed clothes were now wrinkled from his nap. His wife scowled at him. She had picked out his dress shirt and slacks, and ironed them herself. She hissed at him to get the door, and, grumbling, he obeyed. When the doorbell rung again, she shoved him to make him move faster.
With another yawn, Shikaku opened the door, grunting when Yoshino’s fist met his back, forcing him to stand up straight instead of slouching. Giving a sideways glare at his wife, who glared right back, he sighed then turned his attention to their visitors. “Hi-“
Deciding that her husband’s manners weren’t up to par, Yoshino promptly elbowed Shikaku aside, opening the door wide. “Hello, please come in and welcome to our humble home.”
As she spoke, Hiashi stepped in the doorway, still carrying Neji, followed closely by Hanabi and Hinata, who edged behind her little sister then clung to the back of her father’s suit, hiding behind him.
“Of course, you already know my husband, Shikaku.” Shikaku started to give a slight wave and lazy grin, then melted under his wife’s stern look. The tyrannical female was determined to have the household on their best behavior today. His roguish grin faded to a lazy smile and a curt bow as his wife continued smoothly, “I’m his wife, Yoshino, and this is our son-“ Yoshino realized she was gesturing at empty air; no little boy stood beside her.
“SHIKAMARU!!!”
Said boy winced as he came out of the kitchen, hands shoved in his pockets and slouching over just like his father. “Geez, no need to holler. I’m coming.” He grumbled, feeling the eyes of his parents and three pairs of strange lilac eyes but still did not hurry his sluggish pace.
His mother smiled through gritted teeth. “Please excuse my lazy, no-good son. His manners are as abysmal as his grades.” She smiled tightly at Lord Hiashi, but the aristocratic noble didn’t smile back. She didn’t think him capable of smiling. His face was wasn’t stern, but neither was it relaxed. She had a feeling he never was relaxed. His face was blank, thin lips in a line. Still, at least he wasn’t frowning, and she took that to be a good sign.
Shikamaru sighed in resignation as he came to his parents’ side, still slouching with his hands in his pockets. His mother casually slapped his back, and with a forlorn grunt, he straightened up for a moment then, when his mother wasn’t looking, immediately slouched back down.
Hiashi nodded to each Nara in turn, then presented his own family. “I’m Hyuuga Hiashi, and these are my daughters. My youngest is Hanabi.” Here he paused and glanced expectantly at the little girl.
She tilted her head to the side and bobbed it. “Yo, sup mother fu-“
Hiashi promptly covered Hanabi’s mouth with his large hand and pulled her tightly to his side. “Please pardon my little discipline problem. She’s only been in military school for a year, and apparently, she needs to go to summer bootcamp.” Now it was Hiashi who smiled grimly, though his smile was more of a constipated grimace. “The one hiding behind me is my eldest daughter, Hinata.” Again, he paused expectantly.
Hinata squeaked and ducked further behind her father.
Hiashi coughed pointedly. Hinata squeaked again, tightened her grip on her father’s jacket, and poked her head out, eyes focused on Yoshino’s feet. “I-I’m H-Hinat-ta. P-pleased t-to m-meet y-you.” After introducing herself, she promptly ducked back behind her father.
Hiashi exhaled through his nose, the stuffy Hyuuga version of a long-suffering sigh. “At least your speech therapy is working.” He shot a pointed glare at his youngest, who merely rolled her eyes but had enough restraint not to fight her father’s grasp.
Reluctantly, Hiashi warily let the young wild child go, keeping a close eye on her, but all Hanabi did was huff and cross her arms over her chest. “And this is my nephew, Neji.” He carefully set the eldest child onto his feet, trying to take one of his hands, but the boy shrugged him off.
Neji took a small step forward and bowed just as stiffly as his uncle. “Hyuuga Neji. Pleased to make your acquaintance. “ A few strands of silky sienna hair slipped forward, but Neji didn’t brush them back. He stared blankly ahead, pretty features stiff and unyielding, facing the direction he heard the Naras’ voices coming from.
and tha's all I got so far. *epic fail*
http://shikaneji.deviantart.com/art/ShikaNeji-Fun-on-the-Farm-92187768
And...so far, this fic ain't complete cuz the damn plot bunnies have gone on strike, I haven't had time, and just haven't been in da writing mood. But I will finish it. Soon.
oh, yeah, almost forgot all da technical shit:
title (tentative): Country Boy
by: me
pairing: Shika/Neji
rating: Eh...pg? (wow, feels weird not adding da -13)
summary: Shika's a farm boy and Neji and his family come visit Shika's. Gawd...such a crappy summary....Oh, and Neji's blind cuz, Hinata squeaks (am contemplating making her pee her pants, just for the heck of it), and Hanabi is a brat.
warnings: um...yaoi, some swearing, possible OOC. (I tried to keep 'em IC, but I dun always succeed at that, so you've been warned and I dun wanna hear any complaints.)
disclaimer: me no own
additional notes: word '07 sucks much ass. mother fucker deletes the spaces in between paragraphs, I'm too lazy to go put 'em in, so sorry for the inconvenience. fuck '07.
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"Shikamaru, you will be on your best behavior when company comes. We cannot afford to lose Lord Hiashi’s financial backing. All those medicinal breakthroughs would not be possible without the Hyuuga family’s generosity towards Nara Pharmaceuticals research. “
Shikamaru just rolled his eyes and continued staring out the window, gazing up at the clouds as he slouched on then kitchen windowsill and ignored his mother’s nagging. “So annoying.” He muttered.
Yoshino paused, knife hovering over the freshly-picked garden vegetables she was cutting for salad with lunch. “What was that, young man?”
The ten year old boy just groaned. He wanted nothing more than to climb into the hayloft in the stable, or to the top of an apple tree in the orchard, and stare at the clouds and maybe take an afternoon nap. “If its business, why involve the family?”
His mother went back to rhythmically chopping the cucumbers, green peppers, and tomatoes. “Lord Hiashi is a business associate of your father’s, and his family’s summer house is just next door to us. It is a show of good will to invite him and his family over for lunch.”
Shikamaru just snorted and went back to cloud-gazing. He was not a happy little camper; his mother had forced him to actually wear shoes and a shirt under his denim overalls. It was summer; it was too hot for all that clothing, and too hot to have good manners. Summer was a time for basking in the shade of a tree, munching on an apple or two, and gazing up at blue skies and white, puffy clouds. He just wanted to kick back and relax, but instead he had to play nice with some rich man’s snobby, spoiled brats just because said rich man paid for his father’s work?
He pouted at a bunny-shaped cloud. Why did his family need to be in the medical field, anyway? They made plenty of money off their deer farm for Shikamaru’s comfort. Anything extra was just extra work and too much trouble to bother with.
A fancy black car pulled up the long dirt driveway to their family deer farm. Clouds of dust rolled into the dry air, and with a resigned sigh, the young Nara turned his attention to their arriving visitors. The car parked just behind his father’s rusted pick-up truck and a chauffeur got out and opened the back door. Shikamaru snorted again, this time in disgust. Who got driven around out here in the countryside? Maybe they wanted to rub their wealth in, or maybe the rich old coot didn’t know how to drive. Either way, Shikamaru didn’t care; he thought it was flashy, tasteless, and arrogant.
Losing interest, because rich, arrogant snobs were much easier to ignore than to deal with, Shikamaru’s gaze returned to the clouds. He only paid partial attention as a middle-aged man in a crisp, sharp black suit got out of the back seat, followed by a short-haired girl around his age, then a smaller girl with longer hair.
As soon as the little girl’s feet hit the dirt, she took off running. As if anticipating this, the man in the suit’s arm shot out and grabbed her by her skinny arm. The girl flailed, screeching obscenities like a body builder on a roid rage, drawing Shika’s full attention and shattering the peace of a lazy Sunday afternoon until the man shook her gruffly and leaned over, whispering something to her. The girl’s face paled and she quietly stood next to the bigger girl who twiddled her fingers together and shuffled nervously. The man in the suit leaned back in the car and helped the third child out of the seat. This child was slightly taller than the girl with short hair, maybe even taller than Shikamaru himself.
The little Nara scowled at the thought of a girl being taller than himself. Forgetting about his beloved clouds for the moment, he watched as the man and three girls walked the rest of the way to the house as the chauffer drove off in the town car. As they got closer, he noticed their strange pale eyes. He remembered his father talking about them at dinner- it was some weird family genetic thing.
The three girls looked a lot alike- it was easy to see they were related. All three wore identical outfits of a white t-shirt, dark blue jean capris, and white slip on shoes. The smallest girl had jet black hair down to the middle of her back, and a derisive sneer on her face. The middle girl had short hair the same color as the other one, only more glossy, and the tallest one …was easily the prettiest of the three.
Pretty was a word Shikamaru did not use too often, but he could think of no better way to describe the oldest child. She had long, thick and glossy sienna hair, her skin was the palest of the four Hyuugas, and her body was long and slender. The only thing marring her beauty was the thick white bandage wound round her forehead like a headband. His attention focused on her. Something was off. She stumbled as she walked, tripping over easy-to-see rocks and clods of dirt as she clung to the hands of the man in the suit and the middle girl. As he studied her and her family, he realized immediately something was wrong with her eyes.
The oldest child’s eyes were several shades paler than her relatives. All Hyuuga eyes were a uniform color of pale lavender, but close inspection revealed an ever so slightly darker pupil, but she had none, and instead of pale lavender, her eyes were all white. The whites of her eyes bled into her irises and pupils. She was blind.
When the girl stumbled yet again, the man scooped her up into his arms and settled her on his hip as if she weighed no more than a baby deer. Studying her lean frame, Shikamaru doubted that was far from the truth. She struggled, shifting around in his arms as if trying to get loose before settling down with a rebellious scowl, nose turned up in the air.
The Nara boy laid his head on his forearm just as the Hyuugas stepped onto the bottom step of the porch. “Hey, mum?” He said lazily.
“What?” His mother tipped the chopped veggies into a huge salad bowl filled with dark, leafy greens and bright orange carrots.
“The Hyuugas are here.” Shikamaru continued to lounge by the window, idly watching their visitors.
“WHAT?!!” Yoshino screeched, tossing the chopping board and knife into the sink and whisking off her apron. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?! Lazy, lazy child!” She snapped as she ran into living room where Shikaku snored in his recliner with a newspaper open across his face. “Lazy, good for nothing man!” She snipped, yanking on the handle as she breezed past and sent the recliner shooting upwards, and her husband with it. “They’re here!”
“Huh?” Shikaku yawned blankly, scratching the back of his head and rumpling his already tousled, pony-tailed hair. His once-pressed clothes were now wrinkled from his nap. His wife scowled at him. She had picked out his dress shirt and slacks, and ironed them herself. She hissed at him to get the door, and, grumbling, he obeyed. When the doorbell rung again, she shoved him to make him move faster.
With another yawn, Shikaku opened the door, grunting when Yoshino’s fist met his back, forcing him to stand up straight instead of slouching. Giving a sideways glare at his wife, who glared right back, he sighed then turned his attention to their visitors. “Hi-“
Deciding that her husband’s manners weren’t up to par, Yoshino promptly elbowed Shikaku aside, opening the door wide. “Hello, please come in and welcome to our humble home.”
As she spoke, Hiashi stepped in the doorway, still carrying Neji, followed closely by Hanabi and Hinata, who edged behind her little sister then clung to the back of her father’s suit, hiding behind him.
“Of course, you already know my husband, Shikaku.” Shikaku started to give a slight wave and lazy grin, then melted under his wife’s stern look. The tyrannical female was determined to have the household on their best behavior today. His roguish grin faded to a lazy smile and a curt bow as his wife continued smoothly, “I’m his wife, Yoshino, and this is our son-“ Yoshino realized she was gesturing at empty air; no little boy stood beside her.
“SHIKAMARU!!!”
Said boy winced as he came out of the kitchen, hands shoved in his pockets and slouching over just like his father. “Geez, no need to holler. I’m coming.” He grumbled, feeling the eyes of his parents and three pairs of strange lilac eyes but still did not hurry his sluggish pace.
His mother smiled through gritted teeth. “Please excuse my lazy, no-good son. His manners are as abysmal as his grades.” She smiled tightly at Lord Hiashi, but the aristocratic noble didn’t smile back. She didn’t think him capable of smiling. His face was wasn’t stern, but neither was it relaxed. She had a feeling he never was relaxed. His face was blank, thin lips in a line. Still, at least he wasn’t frowning, and she took that to be a good sign.
Shikamaru sighed in resignation as he came to his parents’ side, still slouching with his hands in his pockets. His mother casually slapped his back, and with a forlorn grunt, he straightened up for a moment then, when his mother wasn’t looking, immediately slouched back down.
Hiashi nodded to each Nara in turn, then presented his own family. “I’m Hyuuga Hiashi, and these are my daughters. My youngest is Hanabi.” Here he paused and glanced expectantly at the little girl.
She tilted her head to the side and bobbed it. “Yo, sup mother fu-“
Hiashi promptly covered Hanabi’s mouth with his large hand and pulled her tightly to his side. “Please pardon my little discipline problem. She’s only been in military school for a year, and apparently, she needs to go to summer bootcamp.” Now it was Hiashi who smiled grimly, though his smile was more of a constipated grimace. “The one hiding behind me is my eldest daughter, Hinata.” Again, he paused expectantly.
Hinata squeaked and ducked further behind her father.
Hiashi coughed pointedly. Hinata squeaked again, tightened her grip on her father’s jacket, and poked her head out, eyes focused on Yoshino’s feet. “I-I’m H-Hinat-ta. P-pleased t-to m-meet y-you.” After introducing herself, she promptly ducked back behind her father.
Hiashi exhaled through his nose, the stuffy Hyuuga version of a long-suffering sigh. “At least your speech therapy is working.” He shot a pointed glare at his youngest, who merely rolled her eyes but had enough restraint not to fight her father’s grasp.
Reluctantly, Hiashi warily let the young wild child go, keeping a close eye on her, but all Hanabi did was huff and cross her arms over her chest. “And this is my nephew, Neji.” He carefully set the eldest child onto his feet, trying to take one of his hands, but the boy shrugged him off.
Neji took a small step forward and bowed just as stiffly as his uncle. “Hyuuga Neji. Pleased to make your acquaintance. “ A few strands of silky sienna hair slipped forward, but Neji didn’t brush them back. He stared blankly ahead, pretty features stiff and unyielding, facing the direction he heard the Naras’ voices coming from.
and tha's all I got so far. *epic fail*