The Oldest Nara: Kakashi x Reader

27: best friends forever ♡

I stood in front of my childhood home, my heart ready to burst out of my chest with nervousness. I held a bouquet of flowers in my hand for my mom.

I felt bad for how I treated her. I was pissed at my dad, but she deserved more. So did Shikamaru... which is why I was here.

I couldn't stand the thought of him being mad at me. I had to talk to him and work this out. He was by far still the most important person to me.

I let out a loud sigh as I gained the courage to knock on the door.

"Y-y/n?" the door was answered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the bad luck I was having. "What are you doing here? Please come in."

I was quickly pulled inside, "Where's mom?"

"We should talk about everything."

I pushed past my father, "I didn't come to see you Shikaku. I have nothing to say."

I walked into the kitchen where my mom was starting her long process of cooking dinner. It was mid-afternoon, so I was hoping my dad would still be gone for work.

"Hey mom," I walked up and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. "These are for you," I held out the bouquet of flowers.

"They're beautiful. Thank you," she smiled at me before nervously glancing towards my father.

I hadn't seen them since I threw my dad against the wall and took off. There was a lot to talk about, specifically about Kakashi considering I wasn't ready to talk about Itachi. I didn't want to hear my dad's bullshit excuses about that.  Not yet.

"Is Shikamaru home?" I asked her.

"Yes, he's back in his room."

I nodded and gave her a soft smile before walking off, leaving them behind to murmur and whisper to themselves... They could've at least waited until I was out of the room.

I knocked and when he called for me to come in, I hesitantly opened the door.

"Hey Mar," I smiled at him. He laid on his bed reading a book while smoking a cigarette. I wanted to beat his ass but considering we were in a fragile place, I just let it go.

"Can we talk?" I asked as I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed.

He placed the book on his nightstand and put out the cigarette before scooting over to the far side of the bed. I smiled when he patted the spot next to him.

I quickly laid down next to him, just like we always did when we were little, and stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Kakashi, but I promise he's not the only reason I came home."

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

I turned my head to look at him as he kept his eyes glued upwards, avoiding my gaze entirely, his arms resting behind his head, "I can't Mar. I wish I could, but it puts the whole village in jeopardy."

"So you still care about the village?"

I nodded slowly, "I want to make it a place we can be proud of... I want to make sure you and your friends and the future shinobi of the leaf are actually taken care of."

I watched as he glanced over at me, "I don't really understand you. You're intelligent and calculated, but rash and emotional. It's like looking at a giant contradiction."

I couldn't help but to chuckle a bit because he was right. Shikamaru was just like my dad, even tempered and thoughtful. Brilliant too.