My Pet Peeve

Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine.

Shikamaru hated early mornings. They meant so many evil things. Noise. Effort. It was a well known fact that bed was the way to go and he was going to stay there... Well he almost got to.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed right now mister!" Ugh.

"For god's sake woman, I only have two lectures today. And they're both with that moron Gai."

"If you keep skipping, I'll ring your mother!"

"You wouldn't."

"Then shift ass." Ino slammed the door shut and stalked off leaving Shikamaru scowling where she had been standing.

Troublesome women...

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The lecture theatre was unusually full for nine in the morning though luckily his friend had saved him a seat.

"Good morning and good night" Shikamaru mumbled before pulling out the arm rest and laying his head down on it.

"You aren't seriously just coming here to sleep are you?" Sasuke looked unimpressed.

"Why else would I? I'm guessing Naruto and Kiba had a busy night last night?"

"I think you know the answer to that one." From the dark circles under his eyes it was pretty obvious.

"You said you'd hidden all the alcohol."

"Not well enough it seems."

"Good morning my youthful students!" They both jumped out of their skins as Gai Maito slammed his hand down on the front desks and started shouting at everyone.

"It's too early in the morning for this." Shikamaru groaned. "Wake me up when it's over."

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"If those morons haven't cleaned up yet, I'll castrate both of them."

"Won't that prove to be a problem for you if Naruto has nothing down there?"

"Ah well, he certainly won't be getting any tonight or any other night." Sasuke's revenge tactics were always interesting and amusing to watch. As long as you weren't involved anyway.

"Better those two than Ino." Shikamaru shared a flat with his two childhood friends Ino and Choji. The only problem was that Ino was almost like a second mother and nagged him nearly continuously. Choji was his best friend and was sadly dating the woman, but he was a good friend and a great cook so he was useful to have around.

"She's not that bad."

"Maybe when she's silent." It was likely that her annoying friend Sakura would be there when he got back. "Can I go to yours for a while? I don't think I can face two of the banshees."


The first thing they saw when they walked in the front door was Kiba asleep on top of the shoe rack, using what looked like army boots for a pillow. He was also wearing a purple lace tutu on top of his jeans.

"...Where does he get those?"

"I'm not too sure. I think he must have a load stashed in his cupboard." Kiba always seemed to find brightly coloured tutu's whenever he was drunk. It had been a yellow one he was wearing when he and Shikamaru first met a few months ago. "Gaara's going to be pissed when he sees how much the dog has drooled on his shoes."

"I'd pay to watch that."

"If I put on the webcam we can watch from my room."


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It was already dark when Shikamaru went to go home despite it only being early evening, and the rain was absolutely tipping it down. All in all a very shit night and one you wouldn't want to walk home in.

Stupid winter weather. Shikamaru was glad he'd remembered to bring an umbrella at least as he'd stupidly worn a very thin jacket rather than anything remotely waterproof. His house was a long walk away from Sasuke's and he really wasn't in the mood, but he had bought it on himself. Barely anyone else was around with most people avoiding the wet or getting ready to go out for the night, and it was a little creepy to be out alone.

The rain started pouring down harder and Shikamaru frowned. It was just one of those days when things were going to go wrong. This was confirmed when he not only stood knee deep in a river of water that had formed in the road, and a car that went past covered the rest of him. Now dripping wet he dashed to the closest doorway where he could at least wait for the rain to go off.

It was after a few minutes of trying to squeeze the water out of his jacket that he realised he wasn't alone. Barely a meter away was a young man who couldn't be that much older than him. Well he assumed so from what he could see of him. The man was crouched on the ground and curled up into a ball, trying to avoid the rain and keep in warmth.

His skin was pale and he seemed quite skinny and fairly tall. Long silvery grey hair fell down over his face, dripping with water. The man seemed completely unaware of anyone else's presence, like he was in his own little world that didn't include anyone else.

For a moment Shikamaru stayed still and didn't make a sound, hoping that the man wasn't one of those psychotic people that would freak out at any human contact. You couldn't be too careful. But when he'd been there for a while and nothing happened he decided to just finish wringing out his jacket and get the hell out of there.

Just as he pulled his jacket on Shikamaru felt eyes boring into his side. Slowly he turned round and looked into a pair of wide violet eyes. The young man was strangely beautiful and he was looking up at him with an odd longing in his eyes. It was awkward and a little scary and he didn't quite know if he should say anything or just leave quietly.

"Are you... ok there?" There was no reply, just more staring. After a few seconds the boy shuffled closer to him. Despite the fact that he was pushed up against the wall as far as he could go he was still getting drenched.

"Err... well I'm going to leave now." Yet again there was no reply but despite the blank look on the boys face, Shikamaru noticed that his face fell ever so slightly. Well wasn't that just wonderful. A nice dollop of guilt to go with his urge to flee for his life.

"Here." With a slight sigh he held out his umbrella. The boy looked unsure for a moment but then reached out and took it. "S-see ya."

It was still pouring with rain but he wanted to get away from an awkward and troublesome situation. Luckily he was only a few sheets away from home so he pulled his hood up and tried to ignore the gradual soaking through to his head. This bothered him so much that it took him longer than it would usually do to notice the footsteps behind him. It wasn't odd that there were other people around in this weather; it was more that this person had been following him for a while.

Ok, take it slowly and don't make it obvious. Stretching his arms and yawning slightly, Shikamaru turned his head slowly round and then quickly stared ahead again. It seemed that the silver haired boy was a psychopath and was following him whilst giving him one of the weirdest stares he'd ever seen. Not only that but the boy was simply holding the umbrella by his side and allowing the rain to fall over him.

...This guy is either psychotic or a moron. Maybe he was scared for his life but he still couldn't help being irritated by the stupidity of this boy. What kind of moron doesn't know how to work an umbrella? Honestly.

Shikamaru came to a halt just at the end of the road and waited until the footsteps behind him stopped. He then turned around and marched over to his odd little stalker who was still staring at him with the same creepy facial expression. Yanking the umbrella out of the man's hand, he opened it out then handed it back to him with a scowl.

"There. Now leave me alone." Shikamaru then turned round and resumed walking home with the hope that this would now be the end of it. By the time he got to the middle of the street with no sound behind him he hoped that would be the end of it. Until he heard the footsteps start up yet again.

Does this weirdo have nothing better to do?! There was a great sense of relief when he could turn off into his front garden and unlock his front door to safety. He paused once again as he realised the psycho was standing on the pavement still staring.

"What do you want?! I gave you my umbrella and that's all you're getting, ok?" More staring. "Can you even talk? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

After a minute of eye-contact he gave up and dashed inside, slamming the door shut. It was one of those heavy wooden doors so he knew that he would at least be safe in here.

"Hey Shika, where've you been?" Choji stood in the doorway of the living room with a bag of crisps in hand.

"Watching Gaara kick the shit out of Kiba via webcam."

"Did you guys make a copy?"

"I think Sasuke recorded most of it. And I also acquired a stalker."

"A what?!"

"I gave a guy my umbrella because he looked wet and I think he was homeless, and he followed me all the way here. The troublesome fool couldn't even work out how to use the bloody umbrella."

"Is he still out there? Maybe we should phone the police."

"Don't bother. I think the guy might be foreign or something, because I doubt he could understand most of what I said."

"As long as he's gone before Ino gets back." Just five minutes after they'd settled back in front of the TV, Ino came rushing into the room carrying heavy shopping bags and looking worried.

"There's a man on the doorstep! He was really creepy looking. Oh god, I was so scared he was going to jump on me." Choji rushed over and helped her into a chair.

"I'm guessing that's your stalker Shika?"

"His stalker?"

"He followed me home. I think he's harmless."

"That really isn't normal Shikamaru, get rid of the guy!"

Shikamaru dawdled over to the window and pulled back the curtains. The boy was sitting on the doorstep with a look of absolute misery on his face. It made him feel a little guilty and he knew it was a majorly bad idea but he decided that there was something he needed to do. When he pulled open the door the boy jumped away and stared.

"Stop doing that creepy look and come in." Still more staring. It seemed this guy was a moron. "Come. In." Waving his arms around and gesturing only warranted a tilt of the head.

"So troublesome." Shikamaru leant down, lead the man through the door and slammed it shut behind him.

He stood there looking dazed for a minute while water cascaded down the long black cloak he was wearing. A puddle formed on the floor that Shikamaru knew he'd have to clean up later.

"What are you doing?! He could be an axe murderer for all we know!" Ino was practically shrieking and it was giving him a migraine. The silver haired boy gripped his arm and shrank away from the scary sounding woman.

"Oh yes. Absolutely terrifying." She made a strange sort of strangled hissing noise at him and stormed off to her room. Well that solved one problem.

"What are you going to do with him?" Choji was a much nicer person and mostly unbothered.

"For a start I'm going to stop him dripping on my floor." The boy was staring up at the ceiling with a blank look on his face. "Hey! Take your shoes off!" His head tilted.

"Oh for-" He pointed at his feet and shouted. "Shoes. Off. Now." With a jump the boy looked down and after pondering for a moment started pulling his shoes off.

...I'm regretting this already...

I had a craving for a HidaShika so here it is ^^ Hidan is pretty OOC at the moment but he will be his usual self eventually. I don't hate Ino either, I just enjoy making her this way :L It's a little weird but I hope you enjoy reading it and please review :3