Title: A Thousand Year War

Summary: Temari was an average girl, until she stumbled upon a secret that is hidden from the entire normal world, and meets up with a man nearly a thousand years old. Now she is hell-bent on helping him and his kind. Who said age doesn't matter? ShikaTema.

Author: Bibliophile Nincompoop

"We could learn a lot from crayons;

some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull,

while others bright, some have weird names,

but they all have learned to live together in the same box."

Chapter 10: Harmony

Temari and Shikamaru sat in the cold cramped hospital room, neither bothering to look at the other, instead their attention was focused at the older gentleman in the bed. Winston looked like a withering corpse rather than the dignified warm grandfather-like figure. He had woken up periodically throughout the night, but his heavy medication dosages would make him drift back into slumber. Though he was thoroughly angry that Shikamaru had come to visit rather than taking care of Temari, he also mentioned the extreme amount of cleaning up he would have to tend to as soon as they went home. Temari and Shikamaru laughed at the butler for thinking of such trivial things, but that was Winston; thinking of everything other than himself.

Temari had found herself holding and stroking his veiny calloused right hand, and she didn't bother to stop, it was comforting to have something to hold. She was almost afraid that if she stopped he would leave, he would fall out of her grasp never to be reached again. But then again... Winston wasn't the only person she was afraid of loosing. She peeked over at her companion, who had his elbows propped up against the bed, holding his forehead in the palm of his hands. He looked as if he was going to explode, he needed something to distract his neverending stream of thoughts.

But despite her attempts to lure him from the rickety stool beside the hospital bed were to no avail, Shikamaru stayed vigilant to his life long friends bedside, refusing to leave until they all went home. They ate, slept, and practically lived in the dingy egg white room.

The blonde walked in sluggishly, and handed a styrofoam cup to Shikamaru. "It's coffee."

"Thanks." He took a sip and groaned in disgust, "This is awful."

"Just drink it you big baby." Temari laid down on the plaid couch, trying to snuggle into the stone like cushions.

Shikamaru watched her till her breathing went still and even, it made him sort of sad thinking that she wouldn't need to sleep as much anymore. Vampires, even half vampires, didn't require a lot of sleep like the average human, maybe twenty hours a week at most. He wouldn't be able to watch her like this, she was beautiful asleep but even more so when she's painting or even when she's yelling.

"You should take her home." Came a raspy voice.

Shikamaru's head snapped down toward his butler and friend, "Winston you're awake."

"Miss. Temari would do good to have a nice meal and a comfortable bed sir." His old blue eyes twinkled in delight while seeing Shikamaru's concerned face scrunch up in thought. "Maybe you can even talk her into staying with us."

"Why would I do such a ridiculous thing?" Shikamaru scoffed, avoiding eye contact with the aged gentleman. "And don't even go on saying that I love that troublesome woman, because I don't. You hear me old man, I don't love her. Not a single bit."

"I didn't mention anything about love sir." Winston kept his delighted smile transfixed on his wrinkling face.

"Why do I have the feeling that we've already had this discussion before?" Shikamaru scowled unpleasantly.

Winston nodded his head, "We have, twice I believe. But my lord, look at the poor dear." Shikamaru's earthy orbs looked back at her sleeping figure curled up on the lumpy couch. "Take her home."

Shikamaru growled inwardly, fighting the pros and cons war raging within his mind. He sighed and defeated eyes looked back at the older looking man, "I'll be back tonight."

Within an hour both the Hunter and the Hunted were at the now shack-of-a-home, there were no cars in the driveway, a positive sign that no annoying blonde or pink haired girl were around. Shikamaru hesitantly unbuckled Temari's seat belt and picked her up out of the car. Not only was he surprised that she didn't wake up, but that she seemed lighter than her curvy body expressed. He walked up to the doorway reaching to grab the doorknob, when he realized there was no longer a door on its hinges. He let out a guttural growl when he thought about how long it would take to fix all of the destruction.

Shikamaru manuvered through broken furniture and anhilated drywall, like he had done it a million times. If Temari were awake she'd probably mock him saying something on the lines of 'dancing around like a ballerina'. As he reached the upstairs he saw that the rooms had also been effected by the raid, he walked down the hall to the very last room and smiled in relief, his room was still in tact.

He laid the sleeping blonde on left side of the bed, since his side was the right, and he drew the curtains closed till the room was pitch black. He crawled into the bed after removing his pants and changing shirts, and he snuggled in his warm pillow like bed. But his sleep was interrupted when he felt a body come flesh against, and a sensual arms encase him.

"You weren't asleep were you?" He murmured into her hair.

"Nope." She chuckled, "Downstairs I was about to offer to buy you a leotard and tutu for your Swan Lake performance."

"Haha, very funny." He said sarcastically, as he felt her lip curl up in a smile against his shirt. "You're absorbing all my body heat, trou-"

"Don't say it." She jabbed him in the chest with her finger, "Suck it up, I'm cold."

"I don't see how that's my problem." He grunted, encircling her in his arms so they were both hugging each other. He sighed comfortably, he could stay like this forever. Temari trailed her fingers down his chest lulling him to sleep.

Temari smiled nestling herself into his chest, she couldn't remember the last time that she had been so comfortable with any man. She loved him, she knew that much. She felt invincible when around him, because he would protect her till his last breath, even though she was perfectly capable of protecting herself. He could manage her outrageous outbursts and mood swings. For the first time in her life she could picture herself growing old with him, despite the fact that it was now impossible for them to age, but his lazy ass would never get around to do anything about it. She would have to have the guts to put herself out there, lay her heart on the line.


"Hm?" He grunted, obviously, not all there.

"Will you marry me?" She whispered into his green t-shirt. Part of her was hoping that he didn't hear her, and the other was wishing for a yes.

She felt his body go ridged, by the thumping in his heart and his deep breathing it was safe to say he was awake and alert. Temari felt like slapping herself, but then again felt proud that she finally asked. "Shikamaru, I don't want to stay if there isn't anything between us. I love you and you know it, and I know you love me. I need to hear that you want me to stay with you. I understand that this is a big step, but we get along great and we enjoy spending time together. I kick you ass into gear and you make me learn to sleep the days away. So what is there to think about? Actually, you know what, this was really stupid of me. I mean seriously? We haven't known each other that long and-"

"Temari," His eyes avoided her, looking off towards the door. "this will have to wait till later."

Temari shot up out of his grasp, and glared menacingly at his still form. "What? You can't at least talk to me? What would be so wrong with you marrying me! Hell! You don't even want to date me do you! Because last time I made a move, you backed off because you still loved Ino! But now that you've found out that she's literally a life sucking bitch! What is stopping you now?"

Shikamaru cleared his voice, "We have a visitor."

Temari's head whipped around to see a dark figure watching them, she felt goosebumps trail down her arms. Her blood bumped wildly, as if it were reacting to the sheer sight of the ominous presence. If that were true then it could only be one person, and the crimson eyes leering at them confirmed her suspicions, "Itachi."

A/N: I'm sorry guys, I am the worst person in the world I know. But here is another chapter, even though it is short. But i will have another update within the month I promise. And I couldn't help but have Temari make a fool out of herself. :)