Howdy all! I'm new! This is my first fan fiction, I've been reading these for a long time but I never got a chance to write them before. This my be kinda long but bare with me here, k? This fan fiction started as a dare from my sister. She is angel-from-hell2 and wrote a single yugioh fanfic I can't really remember the name to. Any way I told her it sucked and she said I couldn't write one better. So, I did. Now for the cred. And BTW I wont warn you of shounen ai. That's my hook!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, k? And the idea was from my best friend Sevynne. No, she's not on the site but she helped with the story.

Enjoy, k?

Shikamaru Nara isn't the most active nin you'll meet. Nor the most motivated. He'd probably come up with new contractions just to save himself from the 'troublesome' task of taking that extra breath. This being said, he was none too happy when Ms. Nara informed him he'd be doing the weekly shopping if he felt like eating these next few days.

Well, that's not exactly what she said.

But explaining it would take up way too much energy. The short story is he either had to make a list, walk to the store, get the groceries, pay for them, walk home, listen to his mother complain that he'd bought the wrong objects…

OR, he could just eat at the ramen shop. This option which, not too surprisingly, required less bitching on behalf of both him and his mother so, the ramen shop it is.

This leads us to the point where we currently are. Where, once again, Shikamaru was resting under his favorite maple tree.

"What a drag," Shikamaru sighed, more than anything else. He was lying there as the day's training finally caught up with him. It seemed as though through all the complaining with Ino and three consecutive games (which were all won, mind you) of shogi with Asuma sensei, Shikamaru had clearly forgotten to eat breakfast. Now shogi aside, all of any energy he had was used arguing about hair with Ino, hair of all things. It was left to be said which of the women in his life was more argumentative, but he was sure that if ever in the same room, Ino and his mother could go on for days. But this fact was beside the point. He was hungry, which was getting in the way of his cloud watching, and therefore made it troublesome.

He stood up and began his usual sulk to town.

He really didn't like ramen, and he couldn't really think of anyone who particularly cared for it except Naruto, now he was something to think about…

Upon reaching his destination and going through this morning's shogi game (determining that he could have won in six less moves than usual), among other things (odd, yet far more pleasing than shogi will ever be), he spotted something that should have been less of a surprise than it was. In the distance he could just see his favorite blond kyubi, inside the ramen shop and frantically searching for something.

…

'Wait a sec…my favorite?'

Today was going to be a very 'troublesome' day.

For the moment, Shikamaru dismissed his seemingly questionable use of pronouns and adjectives as mere coincidence.

He continued on his way, now striding rather than sulking, to the ramen shop. He then pulled up the curtain with an instant twinge of…something. Regret, embarrassment, frustration, possibly even lust. Because Naruto, who had apparently given up the effort on searching his shirt, had now moved on to searching his jeans.

So just try and imagine this, a jacketless, shirtless, and now pant-less Naruto was waving his pants in the air furiously with long, muscular, and lightly tanned arms, in a futile attempt to find his mysteriously lost item. His spiky blond hair was swaying slightly with the small burst of air from the shop's curtain opening and his blazing azure eyes shining in the sun. He was just standing there in nothing but green boxers and shoes, with Shikamaru in the front row for the magnificent performance. Can you imagine it?

Because Shikamaru certainly didn't have to.

A hungry, slightly horny, and most of all, confused Shikamaru stood in the doorway of the ramen shop with the curtain held barely over his eyes. Which was just enough for him to continuously stare in an unending stupor, at the almost entirely naked Naruto, who had yet to make it known that he was aware of the shop's new occupant.

"Oh, hey Shikamaru," Naruto said rather nonchalantly, abruptly waking Shikamaru from his Naruto-induced trance. He physically shook himself before walking in and awkwardly finding his way to a seat at the far right of the shop.

"Hey," Shikamaru replied, rather stiffly to his near naked comrade, as he placed his order at the counter.

"Arrghh!" Naruto exclaimed, possibly a fraction louder than he had meant to "What the hell?! How could it be missing? Iruka sensei gave it to me just this morning!"

Ramen coupon.

Shikamaru didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner. Naruto had, once again, lost his coupon. He, being the orphan that he is, doesn't have any parents to pay for his food so, Iruka sensei often does. And just as often, Naruto seems to lose them.

"Lose something, Naruto?" Shikamaru asked rather dryly, trying to keep any and all of his new found emotions in check and as far away from Naruto as possible.

"Yeah, my meal ticket!" Naruto replied, perhaps a bit happier than one had just lost something important normally would have, but then again, since when were the nin of Konoha anything even relatively close to normal?" I bet that stupid pervy sage made me lose while we were 'training'."

Naruto proceeded to drop his pants on the ground behind him and then took off his shoes. He searched them and the search came up, of course, empty. He then moved on to his socks as each search became as unyielding as the last.

Shikamaru's lunch had already been both paid for and placed on the counter in front of him, but he had taken no notice. He was far too preoccupied by the clearly astonishing site to his left, far to preoccupied.

After giving up on both his socks and shoes, Naruto's hand had moved to the waistband of his green boxers.

Shikamaru's mouth was open agape in a mixture of shock and silent amazement. Part of him wanted desperately to see what was under those green boxers, whereas the other part wanted to bitch-slap the first part and ask both Naruto and himself what the hell he was thinking.

The latter half won…

…not by much though.

"Naruto," Shikamaru shifted uncomfortably in his seat "might I ask what the hell you're doing?"

"I already told you that!"

"…I meant why you were about to take off your underwear."

"Hmm? Oh, cuz I can't find my coupon. I'm still looking for it; I thought I already told you that Shikamaru!"

Naruto, now thoroughly annoyed, made another reach for his boxers, and was just barely stopped by another outburst from the somewhat anxious Nara nin.

Just barely.

"What if I just paid for you, Naruto?" Shikamaru blurted out, now ever so slightly cross with himself for stopping Naruto for the second time today.

"Really Shika?" Naruto asked gleefully.

"…really."

The first chapter does suck a bit and I apologize in advance for any and all, Past Present and future OOCness k? BTW I am posting chapters 1 and 2 at the same time and I wont post 3 the last one unless people thinks it's worth finishing.

kk, bye!