allow yourself to fall, my son (ill pick up the pieces)

"At least I know you're not stupid enough to play into enemy hands and die," Shikaku continued, placing a piece down on the board, "as your father, I'm grateful for that."

"I don't want to attend my son's funeral." He said after a beat, Shikamaru slouched a little more as his teeth began to grit within his mouth. He felt his stomach begin to churn, he didn't want to think about this at all. He didn't want to be here.

or;

just a small writing i wanted to do of shikamarus grief

(also posted on ao3, croppedoutasterik)