ShikaTema. Oneshot.
Like/Love
by
Redex
Shikamaru doesn't like the color black, but it doesn't stain red, so he wears it.
He doesn't like training, but it beats dying, so he does it.
He doesn't like responsibility, but he knows he's good at it, so he puts up with it.
He doesn't like death, but there are no choices sometimes, so he can do it.
He doesn't like being smart, but it gives him some advantage, where there wouldn't be otherwise, so he is.
He doesn't like being with other people all the time, but they're his team, so he compromises.
He doesn't like being ordered around, but it makes it easier to pretend to be stupid, so he listens.
He doesn't like a lot of things, but he knows it doesn't matter, so he deals with it.
There is a train of thought that eventually arrives at this resignation, and there is one train that hasn't arrived yet.
He doesn't like bossy, arrogant, pushy women, but he does seem to love them, so... what?
Why is it that you can fall in love with someone you don't even like? he asks Asuma. He is the only person who doesn't look at him oddly when he asks the profound questions that run around in his head.
You don't have to like someone to love them, Asuma says, smiling a little around his cigarette. That's the whole point of love: it's irrational.
So love overrides like?
So he loves her?
He sighs and lays back watching the smoke trail up and dissapear in the sky.
He's going to have to complain about her a little less now.
He doesn't like bossy, arrogant, pushy women, but he does love Temari, so it doesn't really matter.
Now that he's decided, he is tierd, and decides that one life-altering answer is enough for one night.
He doesn't like admitting to liking things, but he doesn't like her, so he'll admit it.
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