A Tie Of The Heart
By: kiwi4me
Summary: He didn't know her, she didn't know him. After a mix-up of books did they start realizing how much they were connected.
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Outside: the world seemed so beautiful. The sky was as clear as water and as blue as the sea; the people were happy as they bustle along the streets of Konoha, and things were perfect.
Inside: a girl gave off a sigh as her hair lay sprayed around the bed; her body lying peacefully on top of her purple covered sheets. A book lies across her upper left breast where her heart stayed hidden from the barriers of soft creamy colored skin. Her eyes closed with imagination of a prince and princess living the fairytale that she so much wished for.
She gave off a sigh as she sat up holding onto the novel against her. Her eyes slid open half lidded revealing her ice blue eyes to the world. She knows she's a princess: beautiful, kind, helpful, wealthy (kind of), fragile, a dreamer. Yet, then again she knows she is afar from a princess, she's a kounichi: strong, determined, hot tempered, a fighter, a believer. She gave off an aggravated sigh as her lips formed itself into a pout.
Why? The question she wonders all the time alone in her room. Why couldn't her prince come to her already? All the guys she has been with were either too mature or too immature for her liking. Isn't there anyone who is perfect for her? Isn't there someone who would understand her, love her, and comfort her anytime she needed it? Isn't there anyone who would save her from her distress, her own self from time to time?
Her brows furrowed together in an attempt to think of excuses, reasons why her prince hasn't shown himself but found no luck. She looked at the time and decided to head to the book shop where she could buy a new novel. She stripped down and headed into the shower where steams evaporated her small lithe form. The water droplets hit her skin quickly as it slid down her forehead to chin, neck to shoulders, arm to fingertips, back to legs. It felt refreshing but sometimes she wonders if it was better if she shares her shower or bath with another. She couldn't help the angry blush forming across her cheeks.
The blonde hair blue eye eighteen years old woman shook her head angrily. How could she think of something like that! She is a kounichi! An independent woman who doesn't need a man in the slightest, she could take care of herself without a man. She could hear the determination in her voice, but her mind was shaking with denials of what had just been said.
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As she walked to the book shop with the book in hand, the wind blew attempting to play with her long blond hair. Though it was tied up into a pony tail with her bangs off to one side like she normally has it, it seemed to be whipping the wind softly. Her purple attire clings tightly to her form with her tummy exposed to the eyes of the world. She didn't care who stares, she knows she has a killer body with perfect curves. She knows she could get many men because she has, but why isn't her prince noticing her then?
She headed inside the store ready to engross herself in another romance novel where she pretends the princess is herself.
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A silver haired male was heading to the book store where he would exchange his copy with another (more updated) one. He was called many things in his lifetime, but he was never called one thing. This one thing he always wanted to hear, but never thought of it so much with the reputation he had been accompanied with. The brown bag was held loosely in his hand as it swung softly at his sides.
Maybe a new copy would distract his focus away from what he wants? The fact that the hero always saves the day, always ends up with a girl (or more), and always proves justice interest him. The book shows a lot of adventure based on the hero and his travels. The white haired Jounin smiled to himself as he was reaching for the door…
"Oops," someone calls out as both brown bags hit the floor with a soft thud.
One exposed brown eye looked down to see blue eyes staring angrily at him, but grew wide after realization.
"Sorry Kakashi…" the petite blonde apologized as she reached down before pausing briefly at the bags.
"Oh Ino, nice seeing you today," Kakashi greeted the young woman, "… I believe this one is mine," he continued reaching for one of the bags on the floor.
"Oh," Ino murmured softly.
She was relieved that she didn't have to choose and Kakashi is a higher ranked than her so… he should know right?
"Kakashi, what are you doing here?" Ino asks curious as one of her eyebrows quirked up.
"Just getting some books," he replied unhesitant, "… and you?"
"Same," Ino replied shortly, "… it's so boring these days that all you can do is read…" she huffed out sadly.
"Well, there are other things Ino," Kakashi stated, "… like hanging with your friends."
"What friends…" she murmured lowly as her face turned from his so he wasn't able to see the hurt in her eyes, "… gotta go, bye."
Kakashi watched her leave and wondered what she meant by what she said. But his mind didn't have much time to think of a reason as his eye traveled to where her hips was swaying softly from side to side; her hair swaying easily with her movements, and the way her whole body seemed to tease him.
'Shit…' he thought to himself as his body begin to tense but he shook it off and forced his eyes to the door of the store. He opened it and a bell rang of his coming. He went to the register where a man was standing.
"Welcome back sir," he greeted, "… exchanging it I see…" he assumed with a smirk. Kakashi only nodded and handed him the bag. The sales person looked into the bag and gave Kakashi a weird look before shaking his head from side to side.
"I can not exchange this…" the man said.
"And why not?" Kakashi asks confused.
"Because this…" the sales man revealed the book, "… won't do…"
'Shit…'
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"AH!!!" Ino screamed in her room as she threw the bag with a novel across the room. She, at this point, was freaking out and confused. Why did she have the book when she wanted a totally, and I mean totally, different book? This… this book shouldn't even be called a novel!
She covered herself with her arm as if to hide herself somehow from the embarrassment. She eyed the bag carefully as if she thought it would attack any minute. She walked cautiously over there and lifted the bag. There was no way she should be scared of something like…. Like this…
She gave off a deep sigh and revealed the book to the world: Icha Icha Paradise (Extreme).
'Shit…'