A/N: For Prism, in payment for services rendered (meaning she
was nice and made the team_10 community an icon ^_^). Possible
spoilers for the 190's of the manga, or possible AU past the
190's. Implied ChouShika.
"Days Without Clouds"
The sky has never been so blue before. There isn't a cloud in
Chouji hates it.
Shikamaru has, since the first day Chouji met him, always been
obsessed with clouds. Chouji has never understood exactly what
it is that Shikamaru sees in them, but he doesn't ask. If
Shikamaru wanted him to know he'd have said something.
He very much hates such a clear sky, though.
If there were clouds out today, Chouji would know exactly where
to look for Shikamaru, but with none, he can't even begin to
imagine where the other boy is at the moment. So instead he
wanders the village, wondering. Where oh where could Shikamaru
He finds the other sitting next to one of the village's
countless memorial markers. Another testament to the dead;
another hundred families out a member.
Perhaps he should have known after all.
"Hi, Shikamaru," he says. Shikamaru doesn't say anything. But
then again, it wasn't like Chouji expected him to. He sits next
to the other, watching his friend's fingers rubbing over one of
the newer names carved on the stone.
"I failed you," Shikamaru says quietly.
"I wanted to stay," Chouji tells him with a sigh. "You know
But Shikamaru can't hear him now.
Chouji really hates being dead.
It's so . . . tiresome.
* ende *
. : i never saw blue like that before . . . : .