High School, What a Drag (Naruto Fanfic)

Not Such a Drag

 Those in the classroom stared as Shikamaru entered with his hands in his pocket. He took a seat by the window and stared out. "I really don't care so long as Naruto's not around making trouble. I guess that's not so bad." Two hands slammed down on his desk causing him to turn his head to see the blond female. "Females are seriously a drag. I still don't get why dad married mom."

"Have you seen my brother?"

Shikamaru's mouth pushed together into a thin line. "Of course he would have to be in my class." The teen turned to look back out the window. "Nope."

"Seriously... where could..."

The teen turned to look at the girl. "Seriously, what is up with this. They say she's supposed to be some kind of yankee, but she isn't one." Shikamaru leaned back, and placed his hands behind his head. "Did you check the roof? That's where I would go if I wanted to skip class."

"If you..." The girl's mouth twisted up. "We've got a bad enough reputation without him skipping class."

Shikamaru's eyes narrowed, and he then stood up without looking her in the eye again. "Seriously... this is a drag. Honestly don't know why I'm doing this. It's like dad catering to mom." A shudder ran down his spine. "In no way am I attracted to her. She may not be a yankee, but there is a reason why people think she is one." He headed up to the roof, and found the read head up there. "Yo!"

"Go away."

"I liked your speech." The fourteen year old stepped closer, and watched as Gaara turned to look at him. "What? You don't believe me?"

"Nobody likes me."

Shikamaru felt the corners of his mouth twist deep into his cheeks. "Nobody likes him? Don't tell me we have another Naruto." The fourteen year old spoke despite the fact his throat was tightening. "What about your sister and your brother."

"They blame me for our mothers death. Father does to, and so did our uncle."

"What a drag. That girl seemed to be worried about him, but maybe I was wrong. He would know better then I do, but then I don't know for sure." Shikamaru shrugged his shoulders. "I can't honestly say I like or dislike you. Don't know you well enough for that. I did get your speech though. It's rather a major drag dealing with things. Doesn't change the fact we have to." The teen turned to leave. "I don't see how I was of any help. Don't even know why I wanted to be of any help. I am looking forward to a nice nap on the roof watching clouds, and nothing is going to stop that."

...

Whether Gaara showed up for class or not Temari didn't know. She simply didn't see her younger brother, and after class went straight to the traditional dance club. She stepped into the room. "The only reason I do this is because it's expected of me. Father's probably the only reason this club is still going."

The lesson was as strict as usual, and she wasn't pleased with the fact the air conditioning was turned off. Despite the windows being left open the room didn't get a nice breeze. She stepped out and waved one of the practice fans in front of her face.

"Yo!"

Temari's head turned to see the young man from earlier that morning sitting on the roof of the building with his legs swung over the edge. "I know this part of the school is only one story, but you really shouldn't be up on the roof like that. That's just plain stupid."

"I really don't care." The young man used the same words her younger brother used that morning. "I mean, it's rather a drag worrying about falling down when the place is a good place to take a nap and watch the clouds."

"What is it you want?"

"Do you really hate your younger brother?"

Temari felt her eyes widen, and her mouth twist up into a frown. "What are you talking about?"

"He said something about that while up on the roof, how you and the rest of your family hate him because he killed your mother."

"Gaara said something like that?" The female high school student let out a deep breath. "He's rather annoying. Nothing cute about him."

"Yes." The young man dropped from the roof. "Is it true or not."

"It's not true, at least I don't think it is." Temari watched as the teen simply stared at her. "Look, not that this is any of your business, but we've dealt with Gaara's, problems, all his life. It's not that we hate him, it's just he can be so frustrating at times. And he didn't kill our mother."

"He sure seems to think so."

"Really none of your business."

"Except I get where he's coming from." The young teen shoved his hands into his pockets. "Not caring that is. It's just easier not to. Things end up being a drag, and you just spend to much energy without really accomplishing anything." The young teen frowned. "Don't get why people call you a yankee."

Temari took a deep breath. "None of your business."

"No. Making it my business would rather be a drag." The teen walked right past her in a rather relaxed manner, but stopped long enough to say something else. "My name is Nara Shikamaru by the way."

He then left before Temari could introduce herself. She shook her head. "He's certainly an enigma like Gaara is. Don't have time to get interested in that kind of thing though, dating that is."