Shikamaru didn't expect to be in this situation. Go see Mr. Yamanaka his mother said. How'd the 9-year-old end up cradling a blond, blue-eyed, whiskered-face girl?
Shikamaru was on his way home when he heard the muffled plea for help coming from an alleyway not too far away. On a subconscious level, he knew thanks to his ninja training that this could be a trap but he couldn't ignore the plea for the life of him. "Troublesome curiosity and morals," he said to himself. He followed the sound till he came upon the frightening sight. A girl around his age sprawled out at the end of the alley. All of her clothing was thrown around the alley ripped into pieces. Coming in closer to see the damage, he looked at the broken girl in front of him. Upon closer inspection, he immediately knew who the girl was. He knew only one girl with that shade of blond hair. This was naruto. Shikamaru had always found the girl to be peculiar. In the academy, she always stood out to him. She took the title of dead last, she came up with the darnest pranks and smiled the brightest smiles but if you looked closer you could see the pain in her eyes, and the way her smile never seemed to match the mood she gave off. It was like she was smiling through the pain. He could tell the girl was lonely. Being one of the only two students in their class orphaned
