Shika clicked down the next tile on the shogi board, putting him father ahead in the game. For once I was loosing pretty bad fairly early. But I have my ways of getting out of sticky situations. The map of solutions formed in my head, pin pointing several moves I could take to put myself ahead and different moves he could make that I could easily counter to possibly for the first time, win against Shikamaru.
Heres the thing, I'm an increadibly intelligent little girl. Most of it I think is from hanging around Shikamaru for most of my life and listening to his smart ass. Another part of it I think might be from the fact that both of my parents are freaking genuses with IQ's of 142 and higher. Either way I grew up around intelligance. Shikamaru clicked down a tile and leaned back with a sigh.
"Damn..." I whispered. Completly missed that move.
"You're deffinatly getting better Kanada. But you need to double check your thought process BEFORE you make a move." Shikamaru scolded. Of course he was right. I had missed the move and only looked over the board once before deciding. But I need to get faster at noticing escapes and traps as well.
I sighed and folded my hands on the board, leaning my head down. "I know..." He looked over at me in that simply fantastic lazy eyed way that always sent a small shiver down my spine. My own night sky hair spilled over my shoulders and eyes as I glance up at him. It always did a good job at covering my eyes... Shikamaru once told me that it makes me look really innocent... almost scared...
It's not that I wanted that but I just don't want to mess with it half the time and this is what it does naturally. I could feel a small bit of my long hair being picked up and looked up through the veil of black. Shikamaru rubbed his thumb over the strand slowly, looking at it intently. "You're really letting it grow." He almost whispered.
My face was slightly red. I hate it when he does that, and I know he knows which means he does it on purpose. "Shika..." I complained, rolling over so the back of my head was on the board. He smiled softly at me and kissed the lock in his hand. My face was beginning to hurt from the emense amount of blood flowing to it. "Come on, please?" He lowered his hand and sighed.
"Alright." We sat together with our legs dangling off the edge of the porch, his arm around me and my head leaned on his shoulder. But there was something on my mind... something that had been a big topic between me and my loveable boyfriend.
"My dad talked to yours again last night..."
He sighed and his arm around my waist tightened. "I know, my Mom won't shut up about it."
My eyes went down to my hands in my lap. "Have they... decided?" I asked. But unfortunatly, he didn't have an answer for me. "I wish they would back off..."
"It's a real pain, but theres nothing we can do to stop them from talking."
"But we're only eighteen. And I don't want them deciding this for us." Small tears sprung from my eyes. Shikamaru held me tighter to him and ran his hand down my hair soothingly.
"It's okay, Kanada. I know. Please don't cry."
For several weeks now... our parents have been meeting with each other to... arrange mine and Shikamaru's marriage. After three years of being together, they find it necessary to help u take the extra step in our relasionship. But thats just the thing... we don't need it... If we want to get married then we can make that descion, but they don't seem to understand.
Shikamaru held me like that for a long time, long after my tears had dryed. But my stomach was complaining, and I didn't want the complains to become audible and ruin the moment, so I smiled and stood. "I'll start on dinner. What would you like?"
