It's been three weeks since Kakashi has been gone, and three weeks of training with Shikamaru, every single day.
Speaking of which, you were actually doing that right now. You had stopped to lean against a tree, your chest moving up and down at a rapid speed as you were wheezing, trying to take in more air.
Shikamaru started to lunge at you, but you held your hand up in defeat, your body not being able to take anymore physical activity.
Shikamaru stopped dead in his tracks, centimeters away from where your hand was.
"If you are going to get back to your old kickass ways, you have to push your body past the breaking point." Shikamaru stated firmly, pushing your hand down with his own.
"My body was pushed past its breaking point three hours ago." You said, still panting.
"Whatever. This session was better than your last, I'll admit. But I know Kakashi won't be pleased with how far behind you still are." He said as he shoved his hand in his pockets and leaned against the tree next to the one you supported yourself on.
"I'm sure Kakashi will understand. I mean he's the one who stabbed me in the back. Literally." You tried to laugh but your lungs just wouldn't allow it, them still burning from the lack of oxygen they weren't receiving.
Shikamaru muttered something under his breath, scoffing as he did so.
"I'm sorry what was that?" You asked, a hint of anger in your voice.
"I said and you were the one who stabbed him in the back, metaphorically." He looked at you, a daring look in his eye.
"You were the one who kissed me!"
"You were the one who kissed back."
"Why I oughta-"
"You oughta what, (y/n)? What're you going to do? Whine me to death? You're pretty good at that."
"Look, I don't know who pissed in your Cheerios or why you have a stick shoved so far up your ass, but you need to calm the fuck down."
"Ugh, here we go again with the whining." He rolled his eyes as he started to walk away.
"Training. Docks. Tomorrow. 5:00 am sharp."
"Where do you think you're going Shikamaru Nara?! You think you can really insult me like that and just walk away? Oh hell no you get your ass back over here and fight!"
You screamed your challenge as you charged at him, jumping in the air and throwing yourself towards his back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your feet down to the back of his knees, dead legging him. As he fell you quickly turned him over, making sure it was him who hit the floor and not you.
With the impact of his body slamming on the ground and then the weight of your body being thrown into him he lost all of his breath, instantly wheezing for more.
You reached behind your back and into your weapons pouch, pulling out your double sided Kunai and pressing it against his throat, not hard enough to do any serious damage but with enough force to draw just the slightest amount of blood.
"How dare you insult me, Shikamaru. It's not my fault you can't keep your dick in your pants and your head out of your ass long enough to realize that you have no chance. Kakashi May be gone now, but he will return soon, and I will NOT, tolerate any remarks like the ones you have just made!" Your words oozed out of your mouth with an intense amount of hatred, burning their way through Shikamaru's ears, scorching his mind.
You pressed the kunai a little harder against his throat, your eyes meeting his. His gaze leaked with trepidation, while your eyes smoldered with abhorrence.
"Do I. Make. Myself. Clear?"
He gulped, his Adam's apple grazing the kunai just a bit.
With your weapon so close to his throat, he feared to speak, so instead he nodded, very very carefully.
"Good." You crawled off of him, your legs wobbling a bit underneath you. You didn't want to show Shikamaru how much energy that stunt you pulled took from you, but you couldn't help as your body fell and collapsed to the floor.
Shikamaru stood up, wiping the blood neck off with a rag he kept in his back pocket.
He bent down and scooped you in his arms, carrying You bridal style as he walked off of the docks and towards your house.
"I can carry myself!" You try to yell, but your words sounded slurred as all the energy from your body was almost completely drained.
"How does one carry themselves?" Shikamaru asked, rolling his eyes.
"Stop being a drag and just let me make sure you get home safely."
You couldn't make out the last few words of his sentence, his voice fading into nothingness as you let the temptation of sleep cloud your mind and body.
You simply closed your eyes and drifted off, your head leaning against Shikamaru's chest.
He looked down at you when he realized he didn't receive an annoyingly witty retort back. His eyes took in the view of you cradled in his arms, arms huddled against your chest with your head resting peacefully on his. He listened to the sound of your steady breathing the rest of they way home, not wanting this moment to end.
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PSA:-:-:-:- My book is not going to be following the plot of Naruto! I don't own the characters but i am using them. I am going up with MY OWN story, even though I will steal some of the content from the show! I just wanted y'all to know because I have had people messaging me asking if I were going to be following the story line.
I promise I will deliver the best content I can, I just want my work to be semi-original, you know?
Sorry this was a short chapter. I am going on 40 hours of no sleep so my brain is not as functional as it should be. But all the same, I hope y'all enjoy ❤️
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The Masked Jounin ~A Kakashi x Reader~
Romance(Y/n) is lonely. Has been since the day her dad died and her mom left her. She trusted no one. Well, with the exception of her best friend Sasuke Uchiha. So you could imagine her surprise when she started developing special feelings for everyone...
