Petal's on flowers weren't meant to be dull.
They had to be full of color, and life. Not anything, but the rainbow poured into one. Sometimes when you pluck the white, smooth flower from it's roots, and touch it. You feel bad. Why does the daisy have to be so, normal. Comparing nothing to roses, lilies, or blue bells.
Ino was always a daisy.
Always.
She was so plain. With blonde hair, and glazed blue eyes.
She had nothing striking in her. Like Sakura's pink and unusual locks. Hinata's clear orbs, that you could almost see through. No killer, athlete body like Ten-ten. She was just another girl stuck in a town full of beautiful woman. A weed. That was what that person had called her.
She was simply out, looking for new merchandise for the store. The summer wind out, freely breathing upon all the population. And she saw it, them. The Suna ninja. Her laughing face, thin arm intertwined in Shikamaru's.
She dropped the bouquet, unconditionally.
"Daisies? How ugly, a weed. You agree honey?"
"I like them."
"But there boring, just like the Yamanaka heir."
"Hn.."
And the pair walked away.
An hour later, in her room. She sat on the edge of the bed. Thinking how her friend. Her teammate couldn't even back her up. And she began to wonder, was she a daisy? A colorless, waste to be called a plant of love? Sighing, a swift thump hit her window sill.
It was the Nara. A frown on his face.
"Hi."
"Troublesome."
She clenched her jaw. Who was he to say this in the situation?
"Temari didn't mean it."
"Whatever."
She got up, to exit through the door, but a hand stopped her stride. A white daisy, in the fingers. She turned, and he placed it behind her ear, kissing the top.
"I like daises."
Petal's on flower's weren't meant to be dull.
But the simple thing in life are the best.
The End ~