Ok, I'll be honest with all of you when I say this, and say that this is literally the first time for this type of story. I don't know if there are more stories where they put in a Female Shikamaru of all things, and to add that in, this is also a slight OC insert type thing as well. Now, it isn't to the point that said OC would knew everything and anything involving the Naruto world. Think more along the lines of 'Oh yeah, I know the series, but I only really watched/read it till when that blonde kid beat up that redhead with the sand' Type of thing. This means that there is a lot that the OC will not know, and there is even more that the Oc probably had forgotten.

Now, with that in mind, this is also going to be a first for me in the sense of 'I'm writing a Naruto story that may be good' since I tried to write a story with an OC in it before, and to be honest, it didn't go so well, just saying. But anyway, moving on from that I would appreciate any feedback, or responses that one would be willing to give me, just please, no flames ok? It's bad enough having to muster the courage to even post this, don't make me quit on a story so soon just because of lack of motivation. I'm like a Nara that way.

I do not own anything from Naruto or anything involving the Creator of said story.

Most people would say, and agree, that death is final, there is literally nothing that could bring, you or anyone else, back after you die. That was it, there was nothing else for you after that and you probably wouldn't even realize it until finally, you're no more. Death really was the final of everything, nothing could escape it no matter how much they tried. Of course, there are those lucky people who would have a chance at living for awhile longer, but those were few and in between.

I wouldn't call myself one of those people. When the first thing you see when you wake up being a scarred face, that had a ponytail that I called the 'Pineapple Ponytail', wouldn't you let out some sort of noise, either in fear, or discomfort? Of course, at the time i didn't realize that I was, I dunno, a baby? So the fact that there was something like that in front of me made me start crying even harder causing the man that was holding me to panic a bit, and send a look to the side, almost like he was like a scolded child.

"Oh, give her here already Shikaku!" A voice spoke, before I ended up being lifted away from the scary man, and put right in front of a nipple.

Wanting to be anywhere but there, I gave a slight noise in discomfort, but baby instincts won out, and I did what babies did. I tried my best to forget what happened at that point, and any other time, that I had to breastfeed, and that was pretty much how it was going to go. But even than, I was more than a little confused, You would think that after getting hit by a car of all things, that you wouldn't be able to live through it, but here I was, sitting on the floor in the body of a baby. Needless to say, I was really confused.

At the moment though, I was simply looking around the room that I was in while sitting up in the cradle, a lazy look on my face from what the small mirror that I saw could show me. I had black hair, little tuff that it was, and black eyes, but other than that there wasn't really anything remarkable about me that would make any different from any other new born baby. To be honest though, I felt like I should try and start walking to get out of the cradle or whatever I was in, but I seriously lacked the motivation to even move at the moment. It was almost like laziness was becoming ingrained into my being.

Leaning back so that I was laying against the 'bars' of the crib, I gave a once over to the room I was in, seeing that it seemed to be more of an older Japanese style house if the rice paper doors was anything to go by. It was cozy, and warm, despite the lack of light outside indicating that it was probably winter more than it was actually dark outside. Either way though, I ended up letting out a lazy yawn, as my eyes flickered towards the door to see my mother this time around.

I couldn't deny that she was pretty all things considered, with brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, and a few strands loose. Her skin was a bit on the pale side, a bit lighter than my own hair color, but at the same time, I really didn't care. This was the woman who had give birth to me in this life, and thinking about it now, I didn't really remember much of my last life other than that I was a female than as well, and that I had been hit by a car. Looking up at her with a lazy look, the woman let out a sigh as she picked me up.

"I had hoped that with you being a girl that you wouldn't inherit the Laziness that most Nara have, but it looks like I was wrong." The woman spoke, with the only thing I actually got out of the sentence being 'Nara' but it didn't sound like my name, so I assumed that it was the family name, something that sounded familiar "Well, That can still change! Little Shikamaru will be the best female Heir the Nara has ever had hm?"

There was a name. From the few anime that she had watched, at least she thought she watched, she remembered that name. Shikamaru definitely sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it at the moment. Deciding to ignore it for the time being, including the fact that I was just named, I let my instincts take over as I did whatever it was that a baby did when they breast fed, well besides the obvious part. Of course, the slightly aggravated sigh that came from my mother also caught my attention.

"Of course you had to be like Shikaku and have no motivation except for eating." My mother spoke with a sigh as she shifted me a bit in her arms "If you don't turn out to be a tomboy than I'm going to eat my apron."

Ignoring that for the time being, I just decided to drift off into sleep once again, even as I just let my instincts take over. I don't really know how long it took for me to actually consciously move again, but by the time that I actually did, it was to the point where I was walking around on unsteady feet. Time just seemed to fly right by as an infant, and to be honest, I don't really remember a lot of it thinking back on it. Honestly, I wouldn't change anything even If I had the chance to, though I would probably try and figure out the significance of the name that I had at the time.

Getting back on track though, I really was a lazy kid, my mother didn't really like it, even as an infant, and my dad, well, let's just say that he expected it by the time that I started to be able to walk. I was a smart kid, ignorance to the significance of my name aside. As soon as I could start walking, both of my parents started to have me practice with cleverly hidden games that helped with dexterity. My fingers had never been more nimble than that before, and even now, I really wasn't the best, but I was better than a certain idiot I could mention.

All joking aside, it was my first words that really caused my path of the lazy person to be set in stone. My father was, needless to say, really happy, considering I was carrying the families Laziness, which was hereditary to be honest. My mother on the other hand? That was the first time that I had seen her as angry as that, but it wouldn't be the last time either. To be honest, I would have prefered to not get on her nerves, but when you take after your father more than your mother, that's a lot harder than you would think.

I keep getting off track don't I? Well my first words, I bet you're dying to figure it out aren't you? Well I bet a lot of you people already know what I was I said anyway, but for those of you who don't I'll just outright say it. My first words were when my mother was being tedious with me while I was taking a bath. I let out what could have been a sigh from a baby before letting out "Mendosuke."

My mom froze at that, before she started to yell at the top of her lungs for my did. She was apparently in a mixture of angry and happy. Happy becuase of my first words, but angry because of the fact that the first words I had said were what I had heard my father saying a lot around me when he was talking about my mother. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but needless to say my dad got a really large scolding when it came to saying that word around my mother. What made the situation worse as far as I was concerned though, was the fact that both me and my dad said that one word together at the same time, which just seemed to infuriate her even more.

I was 1 year old, at least that's what I thought, when I managed to say my first word, which either meant that I was just being lazy, or I was developing slower. I was thinking more along the first line, because of the fact that on my birthday I meant some other kids, one of which was babbling like crazy. I tried to inch away from the blonde girl that was talking my ear off, but I was stuck between her and this boy that was a bit on the heavy side. I didn't have a problem with him, he was nice, considering that he offered me some of the food that his parents gave him. I didn't know what it was, but it was soft, and sweet, so I had no problem eating it.

There were a few other kids there, including a boy with red marks on his face that seemed to be playing around with a big dog, the boy acting like a puppy himself. I decided to stay away from him because he was to much trouble. Well either way, I need to just get this out of the-

Shikamaru Nara, the girl with a boys name, was interrupted as a ball of orange and yellow flew into her, which was followed by a bark of laughter. Staring up towards the sky even with the blonde in orange that was on top of her, she only had one word to say "What a drag..."

"AH! Sorry Shika-chan!" The person on top of her spoke with a slightly panicked tone even as he shifted, instead of getting off of her.

Giving a sigh, while still staring at the ceiling, the black haired girl didn't even move as she said "If you're sorry about this Naruto-san, then why don't you get off of me?"

Panicking a bit at this, the boy got off of the black haired girl without much fuss, letting her sit up, showing black eyes that were dull in the sense that they were bored. The Nara's eyes landed on the cause of Naruto flying towards her, being the Inuzuka whom she was just writing about in her journal. She refused to call it a Diary. That was for girly girls, like that pink haired Banshee that was currently giving googly eyes towards a certain Uchiha. That thought quickly disappeared though when the Inuzuka laughed loudly again.

"Just your luck Naruto! You landed on pretty much the only girl that wouldn't beat you up!" The Inuzuka laughed, as his ninken gave a small bark in response, getting the boy to pause "Oh yeah, Hinata wouldn't either, but she would faint..."

Putting a finger into her left ear, which had a three gold tear drop like piercings on it, the Nara spoke "Well what would you expect from Hero worship?"

"Like she doesn't treat you the same way!" The Inuzuka retorted right back, completely ignoring the fact that said girl wasn't to far away from him, and her face was turning bright red as well.

Giving a shrug in response, while also using her signature catchphrase, the Nara remembered how that particular thing started. She was a young kid, just getting over the fact that she was going to become a Shinobi no matter what her opinion of the matter was, and she had seen the Shy Hyuga getting bullied by a few classmates. Of course, Naruto, who was already her friend by this point, had saw it as well, and without even needing to talk about it the two beat off the bullies, though Shikamaru left most of them for Naruto considering she didn't want to "Do anything too troublesome." as she had put it.

Deciding to get more comfortable, the Nara got up off of the floor, and went back to her seat, with a lazy demeanor "Whatever. It's not like I'm actually looking for anything like that in the first place. If she want's to put me on a pedestal, that's her incentive."

Most people would have flinched at the lazy, and almost cold, way that the Nara spoke, but by now everyone who was from a clan had gotten used to it. Nara's tended to be the type that would push work onto other people if they could help it, and Shikamaru wasn't any different, even if she was a different gender compared to the majority of the Nara clan that was born into it. She didn't really care either way though which was exactly why she had said that. What did the opinion of someone else matter to her?

The door to the classroom door opened up not even as second after she had finished talking, her feet already up on the desk as the students teacher, Iruka, and the assistant, Mizuki, had walked into the class. Shikamaru's eyes narrowed slightly at the cold eyes that appeared from the short haired teacher when looking towards Naruto, who was sitting right next to her. Oh how she wanted to tell someone, anyone, about the blatant murderous look that the teacher was giving, but who would believe a kid? Even her dad didn't take what she said seriously at times, and that had caused a few arguments between the father and daughter.

No one in the Nara clan really had to look to far into it to see that Shikamaru, while gaining most of Shikaku's temperament, had also received Yoshino's temper.

Well there was also the fact the most commonly used quote that anyone from the other clans was in use here. If she really wanted to, than the quote "They say the only thing to fear is fear itself. That, and a motivated Nara." would apply to her as well, and she would be damned to say that she wasn't starting to get attached to the blonde idiot that was sitting next to her. Would it actually work if she started up a conversation that would make sense to her father? At the moment she was actually trying her best to not be noticed, not too bad to need to be helped, but not good enough to be noticed. Unconsciously, she started to slip into the thinking pose that she had developed a couple of months ago while playing her dad in a game of Chess.

She received a few stares, but the biggest one belonged to none other than Naruto Uzumaki, who was sending her slightly nervous glances. He knew that she hated the looks he received and when she went into that pose it usually meant that she was over thinking things, or she was planning ahead for something that would most likely get her into a lot of trouble if she was caught. Blue eye flickered back and forth from the teacher in front of the class, to his first friend. Whatever she was thinking of, it definitely wasn't good, considering she usually ended up really motivated right after using that thinking pose.

Black eyes opened with a glint that the blonde had seen before, something that caused him to shiver in the process as well. Oh yeah, she was definitely motivated now. Whatever it was that she had planned was definitely not going to end well for whoever she was thinking about in a tactical sense. The last time he had seen that glance, she had gave him a huge lecture that he had actually understood, that caused him to stop trying to get Sakura to go out with him. He was kind of stupid at that point, even if he wasn't as bad anymore, he was still kind of stupid, he would admit that much.

Deciding that it was more trouble than it was worth to try and figure out what was going on the blonde looked back towards his teacher, trying to pay attention, and understand, what his teacher was talking about. Shika did a lot when it came to helping with that, but she didn't like to help him out in the open. Not because of her parents, he had found out, but because she didn't want to be noticed as anything but average. The fact that she walked through Konoha with him without a problem showed that was what it was more than anything, though he did admit that he was slightly hurt at first, until she explained what it was.

A small smile, genuine, smile made its way onto his face as he realized that she wasn't going to abandon him no matter what happened. She was one of the few people that tried to look past just what other people said. She had no opinion of him when they had first met, and the fact of the matter was that she had thought that he was cute when they had first met. Seriously her first words to him was "You're kinda cute. I don't get why people don't like you." in an extremely lazy tone that was really blunt as well.

Unbidden his cheeks started to go a bit red at the memory, before he forced it back down so that he could forget about it. He might not like it, but he had to focus on the class in front of him if he wanted to be a great ninja! That was one of the first things that Shikamaru had pounded into his head when they had first became friends. With his focus though, he didn't notice the Nara sending him a look that had her eyes glinting with Motivation.

Ok, I'll be honest and just come out and say it, this first chapter was to give you an idea of what I'm going to do when it comes to flashbacks. I like the idea of it being put into a journal, that is written in English mind you, so that she can remember all of her experiences. Shikamaru, and yes I really couldn't think up a name that would work with 'Shika' in it, and I didn't want to steal a name from, say, the dreaming of Sunshine that Silver queen as made so popular. I'm not a thief and I'm not going to start here.

Thus, Shikamaru instead of whatever I could think of with a bit of motivation that would make me, not lazy. I don't really care what the name of the character is anyone, considering the fact that I literally just genderbended a main character, and put an OC in there. Of course, the Nara laziness still wins out, but there will be character traits that the original Shikamaru didn't, or wouldn't, have to begin with. Like one hell of a temper, which you'll probably see in, say, 2-3 chapters from this one. I need to set up things before i can say before anything. Either way though, I hope that this is good enough for you guys for now!