|A Change of Notes
Author: ali-jae PM
They've always disliked each other ever since they've met. It's been a year now and things are different. Even the notes they play in their hearts has changed. And to think this started with one cup of coffee. temashika, nejten, sasusaku, naruhinaRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Shikamaru N. & Temari - Chapters: 6 - Words: 24,029 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 03-19-13 - Published: 07-20-11 - id: 7200919
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Summary: They've always disliked each other ever-since they've met. It's been a year now and things are different. Even the notes they play in their hearts has changed. And to think this started with one cup of coffee. temashika, nejten, sasusaku, naruhina and other pairings
A/N Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic so I hope everybody who reads this will like this, reviews appreciated. Sorry for any grammar, and other English errors during the chapters
Ages (kekeke I mixed them up guys)
Summary: They've always disliked each other ever-since they've met. It's been a year now and things are different. Even the notes they play in their hearts has changed .To think this started with one cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Prologue: One Year Ago
It was hot, sunny and clear that August day. There was no breeze and the sky was a clear blue without a cloud was in sight. She walked down Main Street where stores were a lined up next to each other from either side of the streets filled with expensive brands like Prada and Louis Vuitton. It was one of the 'hot-spots' in Japan where many people often come here, but not a lot actually go to the store and buy something. The street was flooded with many people, but most were either teenagers or college students.
Temari wore a jean skirt that day with a dark blue shirt and black flats; she placed her phone in her pocket and held her coffee in one hand. It was Friday; just a couple more days until school would start, she would be in a junior. She woke up that morning finding that here brothers had already left the house; it was just ten minutes ago that they called her to tell her that they were at a friend's house. She could have stayed home, but decided not to school was coming and she wasn't going to spend her last days of summer in her house. She was heading to Tenten's house, who called her a few hours ago to meet her there.
Temari walked on she passed a group of girls clutching their shopping bags, a couple who were holding hands and even a guy who smiled at Temari when he saw her. Twice had she almost bumped into someone she should have taken her car she thought sadly. As she walked she heard the sounds of cars rushing down the road and motorcycles zooming pass the other vehicles, she heard people talking loudly on their phone and heard nearby group conversations. She looked up to the sky then looked back ahead she'd been walking around for a while now and wanted to sit down, but not bench came into view, yeah she should have seriously taken the car. As she turned a corner she bumped into someone-hard which caused the coffee to spill. She dodged the coffee from spilling on her, but her arm was still in the way. The hot beverage spilled all over her arm.
The guy she bumped glanced at her for a second then made his way back down the street.
Temari glared at him. "Are you serious?"
Temari looked at her arm in pain trying to ignore the fact that it was burning on her arm. "You're just going to go? Just like that without even an apology?"
"What's your name?" the guy asked ignoring the sorry.
"Temari," he repeated, "sorry then." Temari jaws dropped. "What?" this time his voice was almost annoyed. He seemed as if he was in a hurry.
"Pay me back."
The guy groaned. "Troublesome," he muttered. He pulled out his wallet from his jean pocket and pulled out a bill. He tossed it to Temari. "Keep the change." He left quickly after that.
'He looks familiar,' Temari told herself she shook her head. 'No just forget about it.'
(The next day)
Temari closed her phone and placed it back in her bag that she tossed back onto a white chair. She had just been talking to her brothers who had wished her good luck. She was wearing a purple knee-length strapless dress paired of jean jacket. Her hair was in the usual four ponytail form and she wore black ballet flats. She stood there and let out a breath.
"Temari," somebody called out from behind.
Temari spun around and found herself trapped in the arms of the one and only, Roy.
"Roy, what are you doing here?" Temari asked not returning the hug.
"What? You don't love me anymore?" Roy asked sarcastically placing his hand over his chest to show. Roy let go of her. "Anyways, just wanted to wish you good luck."
"You know that you're not supposed to be here right."
"Yeah, yeah whatever," Roy waved his hand in front of her face with a 'like-I-really-care' voice. "It's not like anybody actually follows that rule. As long as I don't get caught I'm alright."
Temari smiled slightly "Where's Tenten?"
"Oh I left her. I told her to save me a spot."
She raised one of her eyebrow. She knew he was lying.
"Okay fine," he exclaimed with his hands in front of him in a defensive manner. "I sneaked out to come here, but don't blame me. She was on the phone talking to her boyfriend it was quite torturous...and annoying." Temari let out a small laugh.
"Boyfriend you say. Hmm I still want to meet him. I mean she sometimes won't shut up about him."
"Yeah I know right," he paused for a second. So..." he said looking around, "I see you have lots of competition this year."
Temari looked around her eyes wondering the back stage. The place was packed with dozens of students; some of them were tuning their guitars, playing around with their drum sticks or even practicing their singing. After quickly scanning the area, she also noticed a group of girls who were applying lip gloss on. They were making sure their hair was perfect and their make up was right. Right then Temari thought" What the hell? This is a music competition not a beauty pageant." One in particular was reapplying eye liner on and occasionally send a death glare to a girl who seemed as though she was going to faint. There were also others in the room who kept pacing back and forth; too nervous to even sit down. But all in all the place was a place of rivalry.
The back stage was where all the competitors were at. Judging from their faces Temari could tell; some were over-confident, tense or they really didn't care about the competition at all. In total, there new 70 students, that were either in middle, high school or college that were participating in this music competition. This particular event is held once every three years, it's not the typical annual competition. This competition-I guess you can say- is only for the best, those who strive for a challenge, go the extra mile and are determined to win. To even think about signing up for this competition was already a big deal. The judges, as Temari heard of, were hard and strict. Apparently in the last competition all of the judges made a girl cry because of her singing. They said that she had wasted their time with her off- pitched voice. Any average human would know that her voice was amazing that she had a talent to show, but then again any professional would say that she had a lot of work to do. They're picky, but right if you don't have what it takes, then why did you sign up in the first place? Well that was one of the reasons why Temari signed up in the first place, no matter how many flaws she has she doesn't care because she learns from her mistakes and tries again. That's how she reaches perfection.
She looked back at Roy. "Scared?" he asked with an almost challenging voice.
"Good cause trust me you'll win for sure."
"How would you know?
Roy grinned and leaned down to her ear. "Because you're Temari." He straightened back up and looked passed Temari. "Oh look who's here," he said suddenly his grin quickly fading away. He nodded his head pointing to someone behind her. She turned and saw him. "Nara Shikamaru. He's the son of the presidents of the Nara corp." His family is so freaking rich and he's soon to take over the company."
Temari glared at him then remembered that he was the one who spilled coffee on her the day before. 'No wonder he looked familiar his family owns the Nara corp.' He had just come in talking to someone on his phone.
"He plays I didn't know that" Temari said looking back at Roy.
"He plays piano. Temari you got some serious competition," Roy warned.
"Why's that? And weren't you just telling that I'm, all awesome cause' I'm Temari"
"Ye, your are Temari who is made of awesomeness ,but seriously that dude is good. Remember the music competition I told you I went to last year." She nodded. "Well he was there, and I almost lost to him. I came in first, but he came in second. I barely made it, it was almost a tie." Roy continued to stare at him then his attention came back to Temari. "Anyways you'll do fine don't worry about it. You'll still win first. I got to go 'kay." With that Roy left the back stage and headed back to where he left Tenten.
"It's you again," another voice came from behind. She turned to find Shikamaru who placed his phone back into his pocket. "Didn't know you'd be here. What do you play?"
Shikamaru smiled slightly. "Looks like I got some rivalry. You any good?"
"Well compared to you...I'm probably better."
Temari looked at him, frowning.
"You," Shikamaru spoke, "probably have a long way to go."
Temari's jaw dropped. Like he was any better. Damn you Nara Shikamaru. Shikamaru walked away passing Temari. Yeah like she's really going to let him do that to her.
"You," Temari called out, she turned to find that Shikamaru had also turned to face her, "are a real suck up"
Now a sane person would never comment Shikamaru like that, but honestly Temari couldn't care less, screw that for all she cares.
"Tch. You're so troublesome."
"Look who's talking." Man she pissed off.
Shikamaru said nothing more, he turned to his heel and left Temari where she was.
Temari sank into the chair besides her. 'God I didn't do anything to him and already he's being such an a**hole to me."
As Shikamaru walked away he noticed two things, one: irritating whispers, and two: fan girls. Honestly he didn't need to hear to know what the people backstage were talking about. As he walked more and more people stopped and turned to face him, their eyes fixed as he went. They were whispering to their friends near by and was soon in a deep conversation.
"Oh my gosh it's Nara Shikamaru," Shikamaru heard a girl squeal to her friend beside her. "I always wanted to meet him."
"I know," the friend replied, "Should we go up to him?"
"No," the first girl barked.
"Because I don't want him to meet him looking like this." She pointed to her own face. Simple, plain not pretty they must have though and the two girls quickly rushed to their bags and pulled out as much make up they could fin. In fact, that was probably what every girl back stage were doing: digging through their bag for their make up and applying some on. Shikamaru saw how a group of girls were arguing over the only available back stage mirror. They were pushing, shoving even pulling each others hair for them to move out of their way. The boys on the other hand were just plain surprised that a billionaire was actually in the same room as they were. Out of all the people in Japan it was Shikamaru. They too stopped and watched him.
"Tch. Troublesome," Shikamaru said under his breath.
It's not like he wanted to be here, his mother had forced him to sign up. In fact, every competition Shikamaru had ever been in was because of his mother, who constantly insisted him to go. How troublesome.
A/N So what do you guys think? Like i said this is my first story well actually more like my fourth but this is the first one to go on fanfic so i hope you like it. I've been working on this story for a while now with my friend/editor (yeah you know who you are) and it wasn't until a couple of months ago that i actually wrote the story down so yeah. =D