[ShikaNeji} 10 Songs Meme
[ShikaNeji} 10 Songs Meme
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1. Toy Soldier, Song,
Weir by Killing Heidi
The flew
seeping into their actions. They had to get Sasuke. They had to
Chouji
friend. Chouji had to live. Shikamaru couldn’t
stand it if he died. He’d be lost.
Shikamaru.
Shikamaru. Without his smirk, stupid looking pony tail. His
lazy attitude hiding a brilliant mind. The smooth line
of his body.
Chouji
Shikamaru was Neji’s obsession.
Stupid
Hokage.
Why’d she send some many Gennin after a full chorus
of Sound Jounin.
Neji’s mind separated into several tangents,
tactical, analytical, and fear. Fear for Chouji. Fear
for Naruto. Fear for Kiba.
Fear for Shikamaru.
Fear he would fail.
They had to get Sasuke.
They had to. They had to survive.
Even if I live, I may
not survive this.
“I am your opponent,” he
hears himself say, poised to fight.
2. Temptation, Song, Tangled by Maroon 5
He was suffocating from the
heat of the bodies pressed to him on the dance floor.
Sweat. Heat.
Bodies surrounding him. He didn’t know how Lee and
His mind was pleasantly
tinted by the sake. His body felt free. Light.
down his back, swaying with the shifting of his hips. His dance partner pulled
him closer. Deeper. Tighter.
He shouldn’t. It was a man.
He was attached. He shouldn’t be dancing with him like this. Again.
He shouldn’t be tempted. Again.
The other’s brow arched. He
smirked. He knew he'd won.
As he was pulled to the
back room, Shikamaru wondered how he’d let himself be convinced to come here
again, to see him here again, and why he wasn’t ashamed of himself for doing
this to Tamari.
Again.
3. Apart, Song, Not Falling Apart by Maroon 5
Neji hands flew through the
pattern of the kata. He was calm. He was one with the
flow. He did not feel sadness or joy. He was strong. He would survive.
Shika
room, caressing his hair back from his face.
Neji’s
following in a graceful arch. He was in control. He needed nothing, he needed
no one.
Shika
ecstasy, pushing himself back to meet Neji’s thrusts.
Slowly, Neji finished his
battle dance. He stood in first position until his breathing calmed. He was
fine. He was in control.
He could go to the mission
room, deliver his report, and see Shikamaru sitting there. He could do it.
He was fine. He was a
Shinobi. He didn’t need anyone.
Shika’s
reaching into Neji’s hair as they kissed.
He was fine. He didn’t need
it.
But he remembered.
4. Betrayal, Song, Spare Me the Details by The
Offspring
Temari
On the bed. With a
But that’s not Shikamaru.
Neji froze. Then he
smirked. He took out his phone. Opened the camera. Set
it to record.
Still and silent, he
recorded the gasps, moans, and passionate pleas coming from the bitch’s mouth.
Neji’s
Almost silently, Neji
withdrew from the room.
Neji picked up the shot
glasses. It had taken some time to figure out how to put the drug into the
drugging anyone else, but he’d succeeded. He’d never expected such a
spectacular success.
Neji’s
guessed it would take less than two hours for it to get back to Shikamaru.
Shikamaru will be
devastated. Smirk. I should definitely make sure I’m there to ‘comfort him’.
Neji smirked again. Then he
hit the send button.
On his way to the car, he
extracted the pre-paid sim card, and threw it down
the drain.
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In the dark room,
listened carefully, painted face turning to the door. Then Temari
pulled him back to kiss her.
Yep
going to hell.
5. Aftermath, Song, Bottle by Paul McDermott.
Shikamaru lifted the glass
to his lips, slowly swallowing the clear liquid.
Shoulders slumped over the
bar, forearms keeping his face from slamming into the bar. One more failed
mission. One less friend to greet in the streets.
One more life lost because
he wasn’t good enough. Not good enough to stop the march of his precious people
to the land of the dead.
And if I should die
before I wake…
Soft hands take the glass
from his. They place it on the bar. Neji lifts him from his stool, and takes
him home.
6. Stealth, Song, Secret Agent Man by The Super
Jesus
It was almost fun.
a Shinobi. Silently he navigated the complex. He knew the room his
target where his target was located. He knew the cycle of the night guards.
They were good. He’d have to be careful.
Shikamaru crept through the
compound. He mind lingered on how to finish his target. He held his place for a
few moments to deal with the excitement the image elicited.
Through the long corridor,
5 seconds til the next guard, through the room where
the servants slept. Finally. The room he sought. Shikamaru
glided the door open silently.
His target was in his bed.
angelic looking man.
“Oi”,
he whispered, “Neji, wake up”
A slow smile spread across
7. Dodging Bombshells, Song, My
Other Jounin had to dodge
shuriken. Other Jounin had to face down faceless enemies. Other Jounin got to
look their death in the face just before they died, not over the breakfast
table each morning.
Other Jounin were secretive
by nature, not necessity. Other Jounin didn’t have to smile politely at the
lover in the street and pretend they didn’t know them.
He hated his uncle. He
hated his clan. If Shikamaru would go with him, he’d leave, become a missing-
him.
“How is your training with
Shikamaru going, Nephew” asked Hiashi.
Neji forced his face to
remain impassive. It was just like a shuriken. Just like any attack to be
dodged.
“Well, Uncle. I keep you
informed of my progress” he replied.
His Uncle smirked.
he would wipe it off his face. Instead, he remained impassive.
Just
another attack.
He would win this just like
any other battle.
He would have his lover. He
would hold his hand in the street. Even if he had to take
down the entire clan to do it.
8. Rest, Song, Angels by Robbie Williams
So
beautiful.
strong face. Sleepily, Shikamaru brought the image to mind.
He borrowed deeper into the
bed roll. It was a cold night. He hated the traveling. He hated being away from
Neji. He hated sleeping without Neji next to him, face clean of his usual
superior look.
Calm.
Peaceful. And in his arms.
Shikamaru held the image in
his arms. It was a poor replacement for his lover, but it helped him sleep.
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In his empty bed, Neji
hugged his pillow to his chest. It was a poor replacement for his lover, but it
helped him sleep.
9. Dreamers, Song, We deal in Dream by Live
Tangled.
tangled together. The rookie nine plus three. Each of
them was bound to the other, by the bonds of team mates, the bonds of friends,
the bonds of their Sensei, the bond of love and marriage. As each year passed,
they were tugged closer and closer together.
They achieved more than any
rookie class before them. They achieved the unachievable. They dealt in dreams
and ambition.
The Rokudaime
would preside over the ceremony. Neji’s seal would be
removed.
And right after that, he
would marry Shikamaru.
Two thousand and forty-six
moves. That’s what he’d needed to get his dream. His husband.
His.
Shikamaru wasn’t the only
one who could play shougi. Or plan ahead.
They were the dreamers.
They were tied together, and traded their dreams for goals between one another
until the impossible was real.
10. Like No one’s Watching, The Dance by Garth
Brooks
A bead.
it. It could be from a woman’s trinket.
It belonged to a proud
Hyuuga. He used it to tie his pony tail.
It had always been the
first thing Shikamaru would take from Neji. The first thing he would do, when
alone with Neji, was release the beautiful curtain of hair from it binding.
It was always the first
thing Shikamaru took from Neji. Now, under sheeting rain, black cloth
swallowing his love, it would be the last thing he could keep.
Now he only had the rain to
curtain him.