A/N: I've noticed that there are readers who assume the nature of this sappy work of fiction to be about something else in light of such an obscene title. Now, does the rating scream "pr0n"?

Lemons

"When life gives you lemons, you make lemon juice." Sakura smiles.

"Yeah, well—" Shikamaru chuckles mirthlessly, "what if the lemon is stuffed with mold?"

"You go down to the store and buy a new one." She shrugs.

"What if your leg's broken and can't do it?" He counters bitterly.

"Then just pay someone else to do it." She reasons.

"What if no one would do it for you?"

"Use your crutch and swap 'em in the head." She suggests.

"What if that person blocks it?"

"Well, I don't know… spit on him and then swap them with the crutch."

"Easy for you to say," He snorts.

"Shika-san... it's not that big of a deal." Sakura comforts. "There are millions of other women."

"What if you don't want any other woman?" He asks. "What if you just want her?"

"...people can't have everything in life."

"I knew this was going to be troublesome..." Shikamaru scoffs, "why did I ask her out anyways?"

"Well, you liked her enough—and then it turns out that you were the one who got dumped." She explains with a small smile. "It's usually guys who dump girls."

"This is troublesome."

"That it is…" Sakura nods sagely, "how upsetting."

"—a twenty-three year old virgin." Shikamaru offers dryly.

"I'm sorry, Shika-san." Sakura tries to stifle an incoming giggle.

"Being dumped is hard, you know?"

"Oh, I do know." She says. "That's why people say it's bittersweet."

"Guess the sweet part had worn off," Shikamaru says, "now's the bitter part—rather sour, actually."

"Well... what can I say?" She shrugs. "When life gives you lemons—"

"—you make lemon juice, yeah." He finishes for her.

"Umm… nah." Sakura shakes her head with a cheeky smile. "When love gives you lemons... squeeze them into your ex's eyes."

She hands him a bright, yellow lemon.

And Shikamaru mirrors her smile.

fin