It was all Shikamaru could do not to cry. Everything seemed right, the quirks that Asuma normally exhibited were dead on. He scanned over Asuma again. There’s no way it couldn’t be him. Shikamaru felt the tears flow out of his eyes. How did this happen?! He suddenly dashed to Asuma and clung to him, burying his face into the man’s chest longingly. He missed his sensei more than words can express. The youth was practically weeping into Asuma, so much joy and relief surged through Shika’s body. He never wanted to leave this place, and even if he were hallucinating or having a vivid dream, he prayed not to be woken up. “They’re fine, sensei,” He managed to get out weakly before cuddling back into Asuma. “Please don’t go again!” He cried loudly.
At the feeling of their bodies touching, he immediately froze in place. A deep sigh rumbled in his chest as he shakily wrapped his arms around Shikamaru. He pulled him closer, patting his head lightly to quell the sobbing. This brought tears to his eyes, but he had to show that he wasn’t sad; for the well being of him. “I’ll try not to..” He gave a half smile before placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders, pushing him away some. “Now.. We need to go speak. Outside of Konoha. If I’m found here, alive it will raise suspicion. Why don’t we go to the forest? I can tell you everything there.” He raised to a knee, blowing out another stream of smoke as he stood, bringing Shikamaru up with him. He cursed Hidan for this.
Shikamaru sniffled a bit “Why can’t we just talk here? Mom and Dad won’t be home until tomorrow and we can shut all the doors and cover the windows,” Shikamaru’s voice was fragile and soft. He didn’t want to leave the home. He wanted to keep Asuma here to protect him. He would never let his sensei out of his sight again, that was for sure. “Who cares if your found? The village would rejoice! Everyone was so sad when we thought you were dead! In fact, let’s get Ino and Chouji over here!”
Asuma lowered his head, so his eyes wouldn’t be seen. He lifted the cloak over his head. “No.” He said sternly, unable to show his face. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, cautiously approaching the window and flicking it out. “No one can know I’m here.” He spoke in a harsh tone. His eyes turning to Shikamaru. He didn’t enjoy being forceful, but it was the only way. “I’m going to the forest - I want you to follow me. If you don’t…” His voice trailed off before he turned to face him, their eyes meeting. His own showed longing, wanting for him to just willingly come along. “Then I suppose we won’t get to talk. It’s not safe for me to be in the village.” With that, he transformed back into the old man, jumping out of the window and onto the ground. He waddled his way to the gate of Konoha, looking back every once in a while to see if Shikamaru followed. He waved to the guards before making his way to the forest.
This was a big red flag to Shikamaru. That didn’t sound like Asuma at all. Why wouldn’t he want everyone to know he was alive?! That didn’t make any sense to Shikamaru…it made him think that this was again, a ploy. Shika felt a familiar anger surge through him. Someone was playing a trick on him. They had to be. Asuma would be so distant with Shikamaru nor would he want to meet up outside of Konoha, just to talk. “Bastards” Shikamaru said with a furious tone and laid on his bed.