I was being followed and had been for the last two weeks. I could tell it was from the same ninja, Kakashi. He apparently to Naruto was one of the best ninjas around but he sure was doing a crappy job hiding. I was on my way to meet Shikamaru when I felt his presence. The same one I felt everytime i went to bed. I didn't know why but his aura felt....safe. Maybe I was the Kami he claimed me to be but he was going too far stalking my every move. I turned the corner fast, hiding in one of the shops. When I felt him walk down the alley I pushed him up against the wall. He didn't seem as shocked as I was expecting him to be so I figured he was waiting for my assualt.
"Look. I don't know who you are so stop following me.... I mean I don't even know what you look like.." i corrected feeling a little guilty when he looked sad.
"You want to see my face?" I shrugged not really knowing why a small voice was screaming yes!.
"Like I said I don't even know what you look like.."
He slowly pulled down his mask and It felt like a ton of bricks hit me all at once. My head screamed in protest seeing his face. I clutched on to it trying to stop the scream that kept coming from my mouth.
"KAKASHI! KAKASHI KAKASHI KAKASHI!" Different versions of me saying his name over and over. Each one growing louder to the point I felt my head was about to explode. Memories flooded my brain one after the other.
A younger me following him around while he laughed carefree
"You can't catch me slowpoke! na na na."
An academy aged me holding onto his hand hoping we were in the same team.
"Don't worry Well definitely be put together."
Our first kiss.
Our first date.
Our first time.
Him telling me we were going to be married.
"I love you Kam, you already know you're mine right?"Images of his face popped around in my head causing more pain. The last was the most vivid the crying from my dream, the one I remember. My hands were caressing his face, blood smearing on his alabaster skin. I was begging him to run but he wouldn't listen.
"KAMI!" Suddenly I wasn't in my memories I was in Kakashis arms. I was shaking holding onto him for dear life. The pounding of my heart matched the pounding ache in my head. Too many memories had flashed by so quick it was painful. I couldn't control my self I started to hit him. I was sobbing uncontrollably delivering smack after smack. He easily stopped me holding onto my hands.
"You didn't run! You idiot! You could've died!" I managed to get one hand free slapping him straight across the face. Instead of looking sad he was smiling.
"You remember me.." i sighed out tears still falling down my cheek. It felt weird I knew who he was but I wasn't Kami, it was all just very confusing. Kakashi gently stroked my cheek and my body was responding to him. My heart knew Kakashi but I didn't.
"Kakashi-sensei what are you doing?!" In a split second he had his mask up and had pulled us into a standing position. I looked to see Naruto was looking at us and behind him was Shikamaru. I threw a quick glance at Kakashi before running to Shikamaru. I cried in his embrace feeling utterly confused. Shikamaru wrapped an arm around me whispering comforting words as he smoothed my hair down.
How can I be this Kami Kakashi seems to know. I had her all her thoughts, her feelings, even her deep undying love for the silver headed ninja but they weren't me. They weren't Kira.
Shikamaru was glaring at his superior and I just knew Kakashi was hurt I was in another man's arms but I wanted to get away. The alleyway was too packed for my liking.
"We'll talk later Kami..." Without even waiting for an answer he disappeared. Shikamaru seemed to sigh in relief with his departure but I was even more confused when my heart was yearning for Kakashi to come back.
"You should calm her, she looks like she's having a mental break down." Naruto was right, I think I was. Everything was just too much.
Shikamaru picked me up bridal style sighing as he did so.Naruto patted my shoulder as he left and I buried my face in Shikamarus shirt just wanting to sleep. Before i knew it we were in my room and Shikamaru was lowering me into bed.
"D-don't leave ...please." he looked down at me before laying down next to me. He let me lay on his chest and for the first time today I felt like me.
"Try and rest." My grip tightened on him ignoring how my body wanted to run away. I pushed everything out of my brain and focused on Shikamaru' breathing. It actually helped alot and I slowly calmed myself down. I loosened my grip as he gently stroked my hair. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed, looking peaceful.
"Shikamaru?" He hummed letting me know he heard me.
"Thank you..." I got comfortable in his embrace and sleep took me.
SHIKAMARU'POV
Maybe I was falling in love with the girl in my arms but with everything going on around her it was becoming a drag to keep up. I looked down at Kira's puffy face. What had they been doing? I swore Kakashi even had his mask off. Something he never does. It was obvious he knew her and I had a feeling Tsunade-sama knew who she was too but why didn't she tell us?
"Kakashi.." I ignored the unwelcomed jealousy and stared at Kira she was crying in her sleep.
"Kakashi run!" The look of brokenness on her face confirmed my suspicion they did know each other... But she told me she didn't remember anyone.
How the hell did she know Kakashi?
I sighed untangling our limbs only to stop still.
"Shikamaru.." the corner of her lip turned up and so did my mood. She was dreaming about me? I brushed her fringe from her face admiring. I would never admit it because it was just not something I would say to anyone but she was beautiful.
"Shikamaru...stay." I felt my cheeks heat up and i had to look away why was I so flustered? I got more comfortable and brought her close. Yeah I was definitely way past the 'i like her' stage.
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Obsessively. (Shikamaru Fanfic)
FanfictionNOT Edited! Mature content. This story was was rushed and had no real storyline. It was all random, I don't remember writing half of what's in the chapters. So expect them to be all over the place and not make sense. All of this was written when I...