When Shikamaru started to emerge fr

When Shikamaru started to emerge from the depths of sleep, he noticed several things.

First, that he could see through the window the final light of the sun as it sank beneath the horizon- he must've slept through the day into the following evening. He had finally earned himself some rest, but clearly it wasn't enough to counterbalance five sleepless nights.

Second, he vaguely remembered holding flowers when he had slipped into sleep. He was curled on his side under the sheets, and his hands felt quite empty.

Third, he could still smell the flowers. It was sweet and subtle, and it nearly made him drift off yet again...

Fourth- the window was closed.

Fifth- that made no sense. The window was never closed, not since... Had his parents come home early had checked on his room- no, he locked the door- keys? Maybe, but they tended to respect his want for solitude.

Sixth- there was another weight on the bed, and it was comforting- pressed lightly against his back. There was also something- a hand? Yes, a hand, resting calmly on his shoulder. It was warm- comforting. Gentle. So unlike-

...Sasuke?

He summoned up what strength he could to turn his head, blinking and trying to focus the image that hovered before his eyes through the bleary fog. Sure enough, a figure sat next to him on the bed, slouched over, head low, facing the blank wall. He wore black- always wore black- and soon enough he recognised the tell-tale hairstyle and the pale skin. On impulse Shikamaru reached out, just to be sure it wasn't a dream- his own shoulder nudged the figure slightly, but he stretched his hand until he felt the feather-light touch of hair and the feel of skin.

So... you're real after all. Not just a dream, Shikamaru thought- he saw a slight twitch in Sasuke's body the moment his shoulder had moved- for some reason he didn't quite want to move his hand, as much energy as it seemed to take from his weary body. Sasuke's head turned ever-so-slowly, and for a brief moment their eyes met. In a fleeting moment that lasted forever (but was all too short), they gazed at each other, Sasuke's hand resting gently on his shoulder, his hand just barely tracing Sasuke's cheek.

God, I'm tired... Shikamaru turned his head back into the pillow and lowered his arm back to the mattress with a fistful of bedsheets- or at least he tried to. "Damnit, Sasuke," he murmured- barely audible, more to himself than to the pillow, let alone to Sasuke. "Stop hogging the sheets."

He found it somewhat annoying that once the thought that Sasuke might be saved after all settled in his mind, his first impulse was to once again re-tackle the question of why the hell Sasuke chose Shikamaru. Especially now.

I didn't stop you, Kakashi thought. But maybe he will.

really wish I knew why, though. Damn.

He had watched as Shikamaru stirred himself awake and reached out- and in that awkward moment when the two boys looked at each other, Kakashi decided that he had places to go and things to see, thoroughly convinced of his own perverted theories. He'd best tell Sakura he'd found Sasuke, after all, and they still needed to try and understand him...

Heh, Sasuke, Kakashi thought. Should I tell her I found you in Shika-kun's bedroom?

Shikamaru almost hurled himself off the bed and onto his feet and quite openly stared. He had no idea where he found the energy to do so, but it seemed that it was anger that was lending him strength- and he could feel it coursing through him, into his clenched fists and rigid body, but the only voice he could give to it was "What the hell, Sasuke?"

Shikamaru expects Sasuke to smirk and ignore him- to stand up and walk away or push him against the wall and have his way, and either way Shikmaru's anger would vanish and be long forgotten. It was something he knew to be inevitable- but at the moment, he could hardly care. Sasuke was here- Sasuke was here, and he'd better say everything now- I'm not going to let you slip away.

But Shikamaru was wrong.

Sasuke doesn't move, scarcely reacts at all, still slouched, sitting on the edge of the bed, his head low. The chuunin couldn't read his face, turned away as it was- but for a moment he fancies that somehow Sasuke was quiet, troubled, that the feeling in the air was one of a kind of resigned sorrow. It does not take him long to discount the thought- for after all, who had ever known Sasuke to be that kind of person- and why would he seek anything here?

Here. Why was he here? Five days- five days he had been gone. Why come back, all of a sudden?

( Shikamaru does not ask "Why leave", not because the answer was apparent, but because somehow he didn't want to face that the reasons were leaving were so simple and right.

And because it implied he was missed. Which he was most definitely not. )

"Surprised to see me?"

And normally Shikamaru would tch in annoyance and turn away, but of course now was far from normal.

But even still he was supposed to get more angry- but he didn't, because he always believed, it was not in what you said, but the way you said it- and Sasuke's voice was so different from the cold, mocking drawl he had come to expect. It still carried similar- but somehow different- coldness, but where there was twisted amusement and quiet malice (and at times raw desire) there was nothing- an empty feeling. Almost of hollowness. Almost of regret.

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When Shikamaru started to emerge from the depths of sleep, he noticed several things.First, that he could see through the window the final light of the sun as it sank beneath the horizon- he must've slept through the day into the following evening. He had finally earned himself some rest, but clearly it wasn't enough to counterbalance five sleepless nights.Second, he vaguely remembered holding flowers when he had slipped into sleep. He was curled on his side under the sheets, and his hands felt quite empty.Third, he could still smell the flowers. It was sweet and subtle, and it nearly made him drift off yet again...Fourth- the window was closed.Fifth- that made no sense. The window was never closed, not since... Had his parents come home early had checked on his room- no, he locked the door- keys? Maybe, but they tended to respect his want for solitude.Sixth- there was another weight on the bed, and it was comforting- pressed lightly against his back. There was also something- a hand? Yes, a hand, resting calmly on his shoulder. It was warm- comforting. Gentle. So unlike-...Sasuke?Ông triệu tập lên sức mạnh những gì ông có thể quay đầu của mình, nhấp nháy và cố gắng tập trung hình ảnh bay lượn trước khi đôi mắt của mình thông qua sương mù bleary. Chắc chắn đủ, một nhân vật ngồi bên cạnh anh ta trên giường, slouched hơn, đầu thấp, phải đối mặt với các bức tường trống. Ông mặc đen - luôn luôn mặc đen - và sớm thôi, ông công nhận cho biết câu chuyện kiểu tóc và màu da. Trên xung Shikamaru đạt ra, chỉ để chắc chắn nó không phải là một giấc mơ-vai mình nudged con số một chút, nhưng ông kéo dài bàn tay của mình cho đến khi ông cảm thấy lông ánh sáng chạm vào tóc và cảm giác của da.Vì vậy,... bạn đang thực sự sau khi tất cả. Không chỉ là một giấc mơ, Shikamaru nghĩ-ông đã thấy một sự gút gân nhẹ trong cơ thể Sasuke của thời điểm này vai đã chuyển-đối với một số lý do ông không khá muốn di chuyển bàn tay của mình, càng nhiều năng lượng như nó có vẻ để đưa từ cơ thể mệt mỏi của mình. Đầu của Sasuke biến bao giờ-để-từ từ, và cho một thời điểm ngắn gọn mắt của họ đã gặp. Trong một khoảnh khắc thái mà kéo dài mãi mãi (nhưng là tất cả quá ngắn), họ nhìn nhau, bàn tay của Sasuke nghỉ ngơi nhẹ nhàng trên vai mình, bàn tay của mình chỉ vừa đủ truy tìm Sasuke của má.Thiên Chúa, tôi mệt mỏi... Shikamaru quay đầu lại vào gối và hạ xuống cánh tay của mình quay lại nệm với a Fistfull of mật - hoặc ít hắn muốn. "Damnit, Sasuke," ông murmured - hầu như không âm thanh, nhiều hơn cho chính mình hơn để gối, hãy để một mình quan hệ với Sasuke. "Stop hogging các tấm."Ông tìm thấy nó một chút khó chịu khi nghĩ rằng Sasuke có thể được lưu sau khi tất cả giải quyết trong tâm trí của mình, xung đầu tiên của ông là một lần nữa lại giải quyết các câu hỏi về lý do tại sao các địa ngục Sasuke đã chọn Shikamaru. Đặc biệt là bây giờ.
I didn't stop you, Kakashi thought. But maybe he will.

really wish I knew why, though. Damn.

He had watched as Shikamaru stirred himself awake and reached out- and in that awkward moment when the two boys looked at each other, Kakashi decided that he had places to go and things to see, thoroughly convinced of his own perverted theories. He'd best tell Sakura he'd found Sasuke, after all, and they still needed to try and understand him...

Heh, Sasuke, Kakashi thought. Should I tell her I found you in Shika-kun's bedroom?

Shikamaru almost hurled himself off the bed and onto his feet and quite openly stared. He had no idea where he found the energy to do so, but it seemed that it was anger that was lending him strength- and he could feel it coursing through him, into his clenched fists and rigid body, but the only voice he could give to it was "What the hell, Sasuke?"

Shikamaru expects Sasuke to smirk and ignore him- to stand up and walk away or push him against the wall and have his way, and either way Shikmaru's anger would vanish and be long forgotten. It was something he knew to be inevitable- but at the moment, he could hardly care. Sasuke was here- Sasuke was here, and he'd better say everything now- I'm not going to let you slip away.

But Shikamaru was wrong.

Sasuke doesn't move, scarcely reacts at all, still slouched, sitting on the edge of the bed, his head low. The chuunin couldn't read his face, turned away as it was- but for a moment he fancies that somehow Sasuke was quiet, troubled, that the feeling in the air was one of a kind of resigned sorrow. It does not take him long to discount the thought- for after all, who had ever known Sasuke to be that kind of person- and why would he seek anything here?

Here. Why was he here? Five days- five days he had been gone. Why come back, all of a sudden?

( Shikamaru does not ask "Why leave", not because the answer was apparent, but because somehow he didn't want to face that the reasons were leaving were so simple and right.

And because it implied he was missed. Which he was most definitely not. )

"Surprised to see me?"

And normally Shikamaru would tch in annoyance and turn away, but of course now was far from normal.

But even still he was supposed to get more angry- but he didn't, because he always believed, it was not in what you said, but the way you said it- and Sasuke's voice was so different from the cold, mocking drawl he had come to expect. It still carried similar- but somehow different- coldness, but where there was twisted amusement and quiet malice (and at times raw desire) there was nothing- an empty feeling. Almost of hollowness. Almost of regret.