Nara Yoshino was, as her husband would put it, in a mood. There were quite a number of causes for this, not least the fact that said husband was absent for a few days on a mission, leaving her to deal with her sons - whose Chuunin Exam had resulted in their being away from home on an unsheduled camping trip in the Forest of Death.
Those were merely the underlying causes however. As anyone familiar with Yoshino's moods could have reported, once she was in a mood she required a trigger. Fate, had kindly provided this.
As a digression, the layout of the Nara home was such that the master bedroom was on the other side of a interior wall from the bedroom of the Nara twins. The head of the master double-bed was against this wall, and so was the side of the bunkbeds that the twins slept in. As a result Yoshino could hear, from where she lay, pretty much everything happening in the other bedroom.
She could, for example, hear the bed creaking - suggesting that someone was moving around rather than lying asleep. She could hear sleepy complaints about this from Shikamaru in the lower bunk. She could hear heavy breathing from the upper bunk, where Shikanenai was supposed to be asleep.
She could DEFINITELY hear the bedframe thumping against the wall with increasing force, suggesting that the bed was shaking back and forth violently.
Wrapping a robe around herself, the Nara matriarch stormed out of her room and around to the door of her sons' bedroom. Before she could grip the doorknob however, there was a shout of alarm from within and a tremendous crash.
Throwing the door open, Yoshino assessed the room with the practised eye of the veteran shinobi that she was. The bunkbed lay on its side, filling most of the room. Muffled grumbing from where the mattress and bedframe had pinned the elder twin suggested that Shikamaru was alright.
Looking for her younger son, Yoshino saw a shock of black hair in the tangle of blankets on top of his mattress, which unlike his brothers had landed right way up. She also saw a head of blonde hair, mostly tied back in three bushy ponytails (a fourth had come undone at some point). The blonde hair was attached to a blonde girl who was currently lying into top of Shikanenai, pinning him to the mattress. Both looked a little dazed.
"NARA SHI-KA-NE-NAI!" Yoshino exclaimed at the top of her lungs.
Temari of the Desert winced as she saw the woman was dividing her furious glare between 'Nenai and herself.
All she'd wanted to do was beat some information out of the boy. Like where he'd learnt a variant of Sunagakure's Kamaitachi jutsu. Could nothing go right in this stupid Hidden Village?
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
Those were merely the underlying causes however. As anyone familiar with Yoshino's moods could have reported, once she was in a mood she required a trigger. Fate, had kindly provided this.
As a digression, the layout of the Nara home was such that the master bedroom was on the other side of a interior wall from the bedroom of the Nara twins. The head of the master double-bed was against this wall, and so was the side of the bunkbeds that the twins slept in. As a result Yoshino could hear, from where she lay, pretty much everything happening in the other bedroom.
She could, for example, hear the bed creaking - suggesting that someone was moving around rather than lying asleep. She could hear sleepy complaints about this from Shikamaru in the lower bunk. She could hear heavy breathing from the upper bunk, where Shikanenai was supposed to be asleep.
She could DEFINITELY hear the bedframe thumping against the wall with increasing force, suggesting that the bed was shaking back and forth violently.
Wrapping a robe around herself, the Nara matriarch stormed out of her room and around to the door of her sons' bedroom. Before she could grip the doorknob however, there was a shout of alarm from within and a tremendous crash.
Throwing the door open, Yoshino assessed the room with the practised eye of the veteran shinobi that she was. The bunkbed lay on its side, filling most of the room. Muffled grumbing from where the mattress and bedframe had pinned the elder twin suggested that Shikamaru was alright.
Looking for her younger son, Yoshino saw a shock of black hair in the tangle of blankets on top of his mattress, which unlike his brothers had landed right way up. She also saw a head of blonde hair, mostly tied back in three bushy ponytails (a fourth had come undone at some point). The blonde hair was attached to a blonde girl who was currently lying into top of Shikanenai, pinning him to the mattress. Both looked a little dazed.
"NARA SHI-KA-NE-NAI!" Yoshino exclaimed at the top of her lungs.
Temari of the Desert winced as she saw the woman was dividing her furious glare between 'Nenai and herself.
All she'd wanted to do was beat some information out of the boy. Like where he'd learnt a variant of Sunagakure's Kamaitachi jutsu. Could nothing go right in this stupid Hidden Village?
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.