Tears Don't Fall

A/N:I was listening to Bullet For My Valentine, so that explains the title.

"He looks just like him…except for the eyes of course."

She smiles and wipes her eyes, while cradling the new born baby. Ebony locks sit on her shoulder like a tousle of tough was glad. His hair was straight like his fathers. It wouldn't be so hard to keep up with like hers.

The man beside her watched with a tiny smile. His hair was like the child's: straight and jet black but it looked more like fruit then mush. It was also longer.

"May I…hold him?"

Kerenai snorted in an attempt to keep face.

"Of course, Shikamaru. Youre always welcome to."

She handed her son over with a light smile. Fatigue strained her features but she ignored it and watched the scene before her.

It was beautiful.

He cradled the tiny person with gentle arms, holding him close. Morning light filtered in through the open window causing the an almost ethereal light to show. It was almost too much to bear.

"Hey little guy," the young shinobi murmured to the sleeping babe, "I guess youre the newest member to the team, huh? Hope youre not as troublesome as Ino. We have enough whiners on our side."

Wind blew through the window and Kurenai caught the trail of a scent. Asuma's scent-no-Shikamaru's scent.

Smoke and pine mixed with a bit grass and chips.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she choked back the urge to sob.

Hold it together, -

Suddenly warm arms wrapped around her, seeming to keep her together. She shook silently.

"It's alright to be sad. Cry, but be happy too. Just remember he preferred it this way. It is his gift he gave to you both."

The warm arms were suddenly removed and had rearranged her own limbs so that she was now cradling her son. She held him close, and sobbed and nodded.

"T-Thank you, Shikamaru."

He smiled and nodded before heading out the door, where he collapsed against the wall outside and cried.

"Thank you, Sensei. Ill be the best mentor for your son."

A/N:Tell me what you think.