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Author Note: First time I've written or attempted writing a Naruto fan fic. Eh well I do hope you guys enjoy, I really like the couple of Shikamaru x Temari… because really who doesn't agree it isn't cute?

Facts Reader Must Know: Shikamaru 19 Temari 21

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Marrying Peace

Chapter One: "Compromise"

There was to be the very first arranged marriage for two certain individuals living in different villages. Some say it was created to seal a peace deal made with the Konohagakure and the Sunagakure villages. Others claim that a relationship established between those two individuals started the bond between the opposing lands, however it should be known that the Hokages' from both lands arranged their marriage, not the soon to be newlyweds. In truth there wasn't much protest from the chosen parties.

He claimed that it would be very bothersome but had nothing more to say.

She yelled for a bit then decided he was a much better candidate because he would stay out of her way.

A date was set for their beloved day.

He shrugged.

She raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't as if they're lives would change with this marriage…

How foolish they were.

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"Shikamaru you're stuff is just sitting in the doorway!" A short tempered blonde yelled at the man who lay back lazily on their couch while his unpacked boxes were dumped in the doorway. The easy going black haired genius looked up lazily at the blonde with her hair tied back in her characteristic four spiky pigtails.

"I don't see a problem with it," Shikamaru smirked slightly at her angry expression.

"Move your ass and unpack your crap before I you take a very unhealthy beating," She growled. He almost hesitated to argue back, but it would be too much effort to dodge her attacks when it was this warm outside. Shikamaru dragged himself off the couch and picked up a box labeled books and carried it to the bedroom.

"Happy Temari?" he frowned walking out of the bedroom, which only contained one bed not much to his surprise.

"No, get back there and unpack those damn books!" She yelled pointing him back to the room. He groaned and grumbled muttering something about wishing he could watch the clouds. Temari rolled her eyes.

"Some husband you'll be." Temari moaned to herself.

"How troublesome." He called from the bedroom. It wasn't that he cared, he actually wondered himself how this relationship would turn out. He was so used to reading ahead. Planning, plotting, winning, however whenever he thought about the future with her it was blank. As if waiting to write itself.

"Shikamaru!" Temari hissed for the fifth time before Shikamaru woke from his thoughts.

"What?" He sighed.

"I said we don't have any food." She glared at him.

"Well what are you glaring at me for?" Shikamaru replied, but he already suspected where she was getting at.

"Do I have to say moron?" Temari demanded.

"This is so troubleso-"

"Don't even start with me," Temari growled walking towards him as a new impending threat. The familiar warm summer air suddenly turned cold under her icy gaze. Even without her famous fan in hand Shikamaru felt a cold wave of fear tingle down his spine.

"I guess I'll go get some food," he said lazily quickly leaving the house before she got any closer to him. Finally some warmth from the summer air reached his lungs again.

"Shikamaru!" Someone called out to him after fifteen minutes of walking. He recognized the voice to belong to the wild untamed Kiba. Turning around he noticed the spiky haired man waving to him.

"Hey Kiba," Shikamaru replied casually.

"So I heard you're moving in with her today," Kiba sniggered, "when's the big day?" He grinned broadly at him.

Shikamaru frowned, "it's in two weeks."

"Hahaha," Kiba laughed, "who would have thought you'd be the one to get hitched first?"

There was no reply. Talking to Kiba was the equivalent of someone awkwardly voicing what most people wouldn't bring up in a conversation.

"And they say guys like you end up marring women like their mothers. Who would have thought." Kiba grinned, "Well I'd better take off here, good luck with Mrs. Fan-up-her-ass!"

Shikamaru strangely enough felt annoyed. First of all he swore to himself he would never marry someone like his mother, second she does not have a fan up her ass. He looked up at the sky, almost no clouds in sight. Shikamaru sighed. It was too hot in this summer heat to think. Even the clouds were shying away from the sun.

"It's too damn hot," he mumbled.

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"Why is it so cold!" Temari exclaimed out loud. Usual summer heat for her was at least thirty degrees warmer than what she had to be experiencing. These heat predicaments lead her to wonder why she was the one that moved Konoha rather than him moving to Suna. Logically thinking a real compromise would have consisted of living in between Konoha and Suna, since that was not practical she moved out here. It was probably best that she was the one to move. Temari had a suspicion that Gaara even though he approved of the marriage felt otherwise. As long as Shikamaru was miles away from Gaara he stood a chance. Still it was unfair to make her switch to these strange climates.

"I'm back," called a grumpy voice from the front door. Temari had to stop herself from smiling as her fiancée took off his shoes and carried a plastic bag into the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" She asked in a more relaxed tone than she intended.

"Ran into Kiba," Shikamaru grunted putting away the groceries he bought to where he thought they should be organized in the kitchen.

"No those cans go over there," Temari hissed grabbing the cans and putting them into a separate cupboard.

He stared at her with some disbelief that she cared as to the exact placement of certain food cans.

"Whatever." He shrugged.

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Dinner was as expected awkward. Temari attempted to cook however Shikamaru had to step in after he smelled smoke as Temari accidentally over cooked the rice. Luckily he was so occupied with fixing her disaster of a meal that he missed the embarrassing blush run across her face.

"Geez woman," he said rinsing a new rice batch to cook, "You didn't put enough water in the rice!"

The blush quickly faded as she smacked his head.

"Ouch what was that for?"

Temari didn't reply as she left the kitchen. Shikamaru scowled rubbing his head.

Dinner was served a half an hour later. They both ate in silence it was their first meal living together. Both were thankful when it ended. Shikamaru made to grab their dishes but Temari grabbed his hand. He looked at her quizzically.

"You cooked, I'll clean the dishes." She said as if to make up for the meal. Shikamaru shrugged giving her a small infectious smile Temari couldn't help but return.

At least this way Shikamaru couldn't place anything incorrect in her already perfected kitchen. He found his way to the couch and collapsed on it leaning his head back and half closed his eyes listening to clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen.

Sleeping arrangements posed as another problem. Temari complained that she would actually have to wear clothes while Shikamaru tired to forget what she just told him. The compromise was Temari would wear one of Shikamaru's shirts and a single pair of shorts to bed while Shikamaru would sleep in boxers. He shrugged saying that it was summer he was hot, she was cold, it made more sense for her to wear more clothes, him less. Since there was only one bed they would have to deal sleeping together. Temari kept her beloved fan next to her side of the bed.

"Incase you try anything funny," she explained. Shikamaru rolled his eyes thinking to himself he would die before doing anything like she suggested.

Their first night was restless. Temari very cold always stole the covers. Shikamaru who stirred so much in his sleep, spreading out his arms and legs all over the bed nearly drove Temari insane to the point where if he didn't move his arm from her stomach she was going to smack him till he did. Luckily he groaned turning over to his side of the bed. She sighed even with so many covers it was still freezing.

Finally in the early morning hours they both found a comfortable position to sleep in. She needed more warmth; he needed to spread out his limbs. Shikamaru took up three fourths of the bed while Temari nestled up against his back which provided a great heat source.

A crisp knock on the door woke Temari from her short lived sleep. She groaned Shikamaru was out cold still sleeping. He breathed deeply, calm and relaxed. She watched him for a bit till the person outside knocked again.

Temari scowled heaving her body away from her heat source to get the door. She opened it to see a messenger boy holding a note out to her.

"Thanks," she mumbled glaring at the kid who stared at the very lose T-shirt that barely clung to her body.

"Yes Mam," he replied turning away quickly and left on his way to avoid her gaze. Temari glanced at the note which was addressed to Shikamaru and herself. She opened it carefully and skimmed what was written inside. The blonde frowned at the note, however she wasn't as depressed as she thought she would be. After all it wasn't like the marriage would changer her life…

Shikamaru groaned in the other room. Temari Smiled.

"Wake up you lazy ass!"

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