Shikamaru went back to reading. He was reading abook about Shogi…which made him think about his departed sensei. When his window was forced open, Shikamaru jumped. He immediately jumped off the bed and ran to his door. He was in fight mode now—until he heard his sensei’s voice and saw his face “……..A-Asuma-sensei…….” He bit his lip hard and stared. “This can’t be…you’re dead. This has to be someone playing a damn trick, which one of you assholes is it?” He brought his hands up and was about to do some handsigns—but he couldn’t bear to do something that could hurt his sensei. “…..look” He looked down “Whoever you are just….get the hell out…..my sensei is dead.”
Asuma couldn’t lift his head. He felt shame, that this had to happen. His body became tense, slowly lifting a cigarette from his pocket, lifting a lighter out and lighting the cancer stick which made his problems float away. He brought it to his lips, blowing out a stream of smoke as he slowly managed to stand up. He kept his arms at his sides, tilting his head up to look at Shikamaru. His jaw was clenched shut, until he opened his mouth to speak. “Shikamaru - It’s me.” He gave a slight smile, like he usually did. “..It’s hard to believe.. I know..” He took a few steps forward, sorrow crossing my face. “Kurenai..” The name felt as if he was being stabbed. “How - How is she. And..our child.” The words made his throat feel dry. The family he could never have..
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!”
(Source: godschokehold)
