Trying out something a little different. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Even if I did would you believe it?
Winners and Losers
If losers can win then can winners lose? A phrase she's contemplated on for a while. Right now though her mind is someplace else.
"Ohh Sasuke-kun! Yes! More! More!" the young blonde cries out in joy with a squeal. The blonde petals whip back and forth on sheets like a wild animal as the form above drives her to another level rhapsody. Eventually the body above would give way to exhaustion and let his weary bones fall on top of the girl. His brown locks tickling the girl's porcelain neck and his head nestled in her bosom. She, wrapping her arms around his neck and unwrapping her legs from his waist. "Incredible Sasuke-kun." The female whispers out as her rapid breath now lessens to a steady beat. "I'm not Sasuke." Her companion mutters back even though she didn't need the response. The aqua eyes flutter open to stare at her ceiling. She knew. It isn't Sasuke. It never was…
Ino Yamanaka. Graduated from the academy at the age of twelve. Out of all fifteen kunoichi in her graduating class, she was ranked number one. The only other girl that came close to Ino's scores was her best rival. Even she was only able to beat the Yamanaka child in test scores. Everything else Ino excelled into the higher percentages of the class. The blonde was also quite friendly and helpful, aiding other students such as the Hyuuga heiress, the outcast, and her future teammates. Both quite the beauty and a hard worker, Ino definitely was the most beautiful flower of her generation. This may have only been for a short time.
The kunoichi has always thought herself as one of her favorite hobbies: a flower. Flowers were beautiful and even though they may seem fragile, can be quite strong. Like a flower she wanted many to be drawn to her beauty until that one person would be allured and pick her. Ino only wanted one person to choose her out of all the other flowers. She desired the last member of Uchiha.
It would not be though. Only one person was finally able to ensnare the heart of this endangered specie known as Uchiha. The only one able to do that was the pink flower. Don't misinterpret the blonde's thinking as hatred. She really is happy for her best friend. Still didn't Ino work as hard as Sakura? Didn't she stand in front of her mirror giving her hair hundreds of strokes and practicing lines and jutsus as much as Sakura? Well it didn't matter now. Over a decade of trying to tempt the Uchiha to end up null. Sakura won and she lost.
It didn't help that the blue eye girl had aided her best friend to this. She helped the girl gain confidence as a young child and her advice would lead into the cherry blossom gaining that dark raven. There were times the cosmos flower wished she left the bullies to pick on her best friend all those years ago.
Despite this Ino smiled at the couple. She cheered her friend on and learned to let go of her past love. Many told her to get over it, in which she did, claiming it was only obsession. The sad fact is though a wound to the heart, regardless of how small it is, will take root and contaminate the whole.
Getting over Sasuke was tough, but she decided to focus on her shinobi training and other relationships. Even if the elite raven is the best, he certainly isn't the only one. So the girl let her blue eyes take sight of another blonde whose situation was much similar. The hyperactive knucklehead did have his positives and he also suffered from the new union. Yet the cute face with the whiskers only had eyes for one person. If those blue orbs ever did waver it was only towards his eternal watcher.
Now just unlucky? Perhaps. There are always more fish in the sea so they say. For Ino though this became an alert, which would also cause desperation. She tried her fortunes with others only to be turned down. The kunoichi even flaunted her body towards her teammates, in which they stated that being friends would be better.
Still just a string of unfortunate events? That is for the viewer to decide. Even if it is fortune's evil works the Yamanaka princess could not comprehend it. How could she fail so many times? How could billboard brow have all the luck? She not only had the Uchiha all to herself, but the immortal devotion of the fox and the green beast. She received special training from the Fifth. How could the pink hair girl get everything?
Infuriating it was, but Ino could never be angry with her friend just because she became successful. The girl only had herself to be upset at. As frustration built over time, the rest of her life began to worsen. Her shinobi skills began to weaken; accuracy and speed dwindling away. Her taijutsu just began to become worse over time in which the green eye rival began to easily overcome Ino. Even the girl's most prized possession, her beauty, began to decrease. The golden blonde hair just didn't shine as it used to be. Bags began to form under the now dull aqua eyes. Her weight began to decline because of some nasty habits like alcohol and anorexia. The worse happened when in a simple training exercise Ino hurt the round butterfly. He shook it off an only smiled, but still to hurt one of her friends. That was as big of a taboo to her as cannibalism. It is then Ino realized she no longer was that beautiful flower.
The sweat that drenched her body now beginning to evaporate and the two bodies beginning to stir slightly. The blonde's partner slowly traced his fingers on the soft skin on the sides of the girl's body. Her cerulean eyes open slowly to stare at the ceiling, slowly caressing the youth's hair and neck. "How did this all happen?" the kunoichi thought as her pupils took sight of the view outside her window. "It's raining. Just like on that day." Ino contemplates staring at the needle like drops that pound her window.
That day from times long ago the flower was grief stricken. Not that any of her friends would notice. The girl made sure to keep up her natural persona in company. Alone though regret and grief her only companions. A great misfortune is when one cannot see their own deterioration until it pounces on them like a mountain cat. It maybe even greater tragedy for one to watch their destruction and cannot seem to do a thing about it. Ino is of the latter. Ino has always been a smart girl though.
She would not let this continue on. Her fingers would not hurt another friend out of sloppiness or some hidden jealousy. She wouldn't continue to wither away like a rose past its prime. One way or another the girl would take care of the situation. Which is why when her parents sent the blue eye girl to get some poison to take care of pesky rodents she made her decision. A piercing of the body may have left too much of a mess and to suspend oneself from a tree may take too long. A toxin though didn't seem too bad. Socrates said he felt no pain after taking the hemlock. Hopefully it'll be the same for her.
The day was perfect for it too. A day where the sun was supposed to be out, yet the clouds held it for ransom spilling rain onto the earth instead. The day before her latest tries at love another failure. The white-eye genius didn't even let the Yamanaka finish a conversation before roughly dismissing her. It didn't help that earlier that day another crushing defeat against her best friend/rival. A never-ending slumber would be perfect to end the day.
As Ino trudged closer with her goods and umbrella towards home. Upon the usual bridge that she crossed was a new sight. A boy on the other side of the railing, leaning precariously close to the edge. The constant flow from the sky had made the river below a tsunami of destruction. Something not even the best of jounin's would want to be in.
Even though time had passed, Ino recognized the boy. His clothes tattered and ragged by time, it still was him. The cameo pants still held their solid gray color. The bage shirt still mostly intact although it sported a few tears and the kanji's of demise are fading. The scarf only hanging by a few threads around his neck. The only thing new about this figure were his arms, all but his fingers, were wrapped in bandages. The feral hairstyle was soaked with much water that made the brown fur droop across the youth's eyes covering them from public. What the hair did allow for any passing by person to see was the symbol of sound on his headband. The headband now sported a new crack through the symbol, but any leaf person could tell his allegiance. Or past allegiance.
Ever since the clash between Leaf and Sound, many had fled (or captured) from Rice Field Country. Most that were taken in were killed. There were some, who weren't viewed as a threat that gained amnesty. This haggard boy was one of those. Ino could see why he wasn't viewed as a threat anymore. After what the silent insect did to him… he's just been a wanderer around the village. The kunoichi would usually not pay him any mind. Their own encounter in the past at the Chuunin Exams has not put the two on the best of terms.
His body like a statue about to tumble over and break, Ino couldn't just stand by and watch his carcass plummet into the monstrous waves below. "Hey! Are you crazy! Stop!!" she shrills out loud enough to have a fourth of the village hear her. This screech almost makes the vagabond loose his stepping and plunge into the river. He brushes the animal like hair from his oak color eyes to see who in the hell was obstructing him. Zaku sees the blonde drop her things, using her legs to cross over the railing of the bridge and reach him. The sound boy knew of the girl. Because of his nomadic life in the village he's been able just to watch and learn something of most people. The screechy blonde was the one that took over his associate's mind in the forest. She was one of those fan girls until her friend, who is probably even screechier, captured the Uchiha brat's heart. "What do you want?" his breath angrily mutters out. "Just what are you planning to do?"
"What does it look like?"
"You were going to jump?"
"Good. You break the blonde the stereotype. Now beat it."
"No."
"Why not!"
"Cause I'm not going to let you jump!"
"Don't you have to go play gardener or something? Why do you care anyways?"
"I don't. Still there's no reason to this."
Sadly for the boy what other reason was left? He, a follower of the snake sannin, only path was to battle. To fight with his proud arms. Now that's gone. The leaf citizens had told him that his lord had tried to sacrifice him and a thread only saved his life. The ex sound shinobi would not believe any of them. His master would never do that, although he wished that he did.
There was nothing left now. After leaving his life as a thief behind, all he wanted was power. As powerful as he thought himself, the boy really wasn't that strong. His mind tossed this idea for hours upon time. He won many battles, but he never did win the important ones. Some of his greatest victories (a notable one against waterfall shinobi) were easily overshadowed by other sound nin. He couldn't beat his master's precious bone controller or the six-arm freak. He never was able to prove who was actually better between him and his associates: the mummy and the gold needle. Things only became worse when this boy entered into Konoha. His greatest defeat against the arrogant raven. Then the noiseless bug finished off his ninja career forever.
After days, Leaf's medical nins were able to repair his prideful arms to some degree. The wind tunnels were nothing more than artifacts of the past stored in his palms. They would not work again and dexterity was minimal at best. Still the vicious determination would not stop. His sepia eyes would challenge any of those who were within range. Constant defeat would follow after. Even the fat boy from the blonde's team proved too much of a challenge for him. Soon the sound ninja realized. It hit him like a dart to the back of his spine. He lost.
A bird that can't fly will get eaten. A wolf with no fangs cannot hunt. The world will eventually crush these animals with their deficiencies. The boy in cameo is no different. What can he do now? A shinobi life? That's been lost forever now. Back to the life of a thief? His fingers would never be as quick or nimble again to be any good at it. A job? He didn't even have an academy education. What could be done? Nothing.
This angered him to no end and the boy could not take out his rage on anything. Well expect those once boastful arms of his. They were the best things to take out his frustrations on, leaving them with many open marks. I mean even if the youth is not winning beating up his appendages; he's technically not losing either. A twisted ideology he adopted. Finally the child of sound realized there would be no more victories in his life. Only failures from now until his demise. His master would never return for him. His partners were nowhere to be found. The crippled boy disappeared a few nights after the preliminary battles. He didn't see his female companion once chaos broke out on the day of the chuunin assessments. There were never friends: only opponents. Now his opponents would constantly be triumphant.
What was the point in this losing battle of his called life? At least under this overpass he could win his ruin. This stupid kunoichi was the only thing in his way. "Like you're so much better?" his rugged lips spat out. "What do you mean by that?" his hinderer from doom replies, glaring at him and trying to keep her balance.
"You know what I mean. Flaunting over your Sasuke, trying to get him to notice you. Trying to get anyone to notice you. Ruining yourself over that little brat. Look at yourself now. You're so miserable now. Heh. You just maybe more pitiful than me. If anything you should be going over the edge with me."
The exile's words shot deep in the Yamanaka child. Deep at the roots of her problems. Maybe he was right? It's not like she didn't have plans of misfortune to herself too. What gave her the right to stop him? Ino also turns in the same hazardous position like the boy to face Yomi down below. "Maybe you are right…" the girl mutters out staring down at the depths below. This surprises the feral ex ninja. He didn't think he'd have someone accompany him to meet his idol. Well can't hurt to go with someone. So he allowed his chocolate eyes to take in one last look before they went shut. One last breathe of air and the last time to let his mind think back of all the memories of his life.
From when his life began with those twelve other kids, to his lord finding him and making his dreams of power come true. To when his teacher gave him his proud arms, to when he first met his cohorts on their retrieval mission. The years of training until his entry into Konoha. All miserable memories. He let his first and last step off the bridge. Feeling gravity now taking control he awaited the chilling depths below.
The next feeling is strange and quite painful. The soft arm catches him in the throat with as much force as a metal bat. Gravity instantly stops and reverses. This boy is now propelled back over the railing onto the cobblestone of the bridge. Did his lord just hit him? That's the only force he could compare the blow to as his eyes open to stare up at the sky. The clouds are laughing so much that it seems the drops of rain have increased. He raises up his upper body to see the blue eye girl waving her fist at him as she leaps back over the railing. "if you weren't so senseless! Baka! Baka!" the blonde berates the wild hair youth who looks at her with a confused expression.
What gave Ino the right to stop him? She's Ino Yamanaka. That's enough reason in her mind.
"You crazy girl! What the hell you hit me for?" her acquaintance barks aloud in the air. She dangerously walks towards him. "Damn right I hit you! If you even think about jumping off that bridge again I'll kill you myself! Now what's your name?"
"Name? Who do you think you are? I'm not enti-"
"If you don't give me your name I'll use your head to mop up the rain from this bridge." Seeing as this maybe a fate worse than what he was planning, the boy gave his name. Besides no point in fighting if his feet would just lead him back there a few days later. That day Ino dragged the Rice Field country boy, now known as Zaku, back to her house.
To say that to be the end of this story could only happen in fairy tales. Fairy tales, in which they both go home, have some epiphany and live happily ever after. Life doesn't work that way. Well maybe for some. Yet just as many who have happy endings there are tragedies. Which is this?
"That's how it began." The kuniochi's cerulean eyes turn to gaze at the tired form on top of her. The day at the bridge didn't end in a happy ending. Neither left with some new spark or vigor for life. Ino dragged Zaku back to her home to convince him of his folly. Easier said then done. The two hotheads bickered and quarreled like two ferocious animals battling over territory. Their words hurtful and unrelenting would sink deep into the bones of one another.
Perhaps it was their sentences towards one another. Maybe it was the bottle of sake that Ino had stolen and drank half of it. It could have been possibly that when Ino wasn't watching Zaku downed the last half of the alcohol. It may even be that both felt they had nothing left besides the other. Regardless, when the sound boy pinned the Yamanaka princess down and forced himself upon her, she allowed him to.
The time together was astonishing. The suppressed motions of anger and despair they could unleash in this act. Taking each other to new heights and releasing all energy they had. By the end of the day the two were amazed. Within that span of time joy was the only thing within their hearts. Something neither wanted to lose, but didn't know how to keep it.
If misery brought them together, then it would keep them bound. It was not love the two felt for each other. The first meeting would not be the end. Once a week when the girl's parents were away he'd return to her windowsill. She'd wait up to let him in and their ceremony would begin. It never was about love. At most lust. A lust neither wanted to give up since it was the only crack of happiness. They'd kiss and bite, trying to overwhelm the other with the stress their bodies could not release during the day. Sometimes he'd allow his fingers or face to dive between the girl's peach thighs. Sometimes she'd reach for his southern pole and give it a quick massage. Other times they'd be standing, or laying down, grinding their waists into one another until they saw nothing, but the stars around Jupiter. And also be heard as far as Jupiter.
All through the act the blonde would close those marine colored eyes and picture her precious Sasuke-kun creating this ecstasy within her body. She would scream out the Sharingan genius's name trying her best to believe it was actually he. Zaku never cared. She could scream whatever she wanted. To him it was about making her reach that plane of paradise. If this were the only thing left he was good at, then the oak hair boy would do it. To be able to accomplish something with his own power once again. The courtship was never about the other. Ino needed to feel like a precious flower again. Zaku desired to be great at something. They both needed to feel like winners.
Once the ceremony was done the two would revert back to their depressed state with even more malicious words towards one another. If sadness brought them together, then it would have to be sadness to keep them together. Cause if either one felt a bit better about themselves they may actually try to regain their past life. Then what left for the latter? Despair alone. No never again. Misery loves company and both fiery minds intended to keep the company as long as possible. This evening was no different.
The sound child began to move his body off of the girl's young form, chuckling as he did so. "What's so funny?" the blonde flower states, giving him an annoyed look.
"Nothing. Nothing. It's just so cute how you scream out 'Sasuke-kun! Ohh Sasuke-kun! Harder!' like he's actually here. So cute and pathetic."
"Is that so? If you ask me the last time you were actually able to throw a kunai is pathetic. How long has it been?"
"Not as long as watching all the people you fell in love with kick you to the curb."
"Yea, but still shorter than your years of getting beaten up. I mean what's your winning and losing streak? Something like five wins and a hundred loses."
"Still more wins than you have over your friend. The best you could ever do was tie with her. And they used to call you one of Konoha's top kunoichi. Give me a break."
"I at least was on top. Unlike some thieving cutter who'll always be third rate."
"You anorexic bitch…"
The two continued like this for another hour. Both burning with anger like fresh magma from the earth until the two erupted. "I'll prove you wrong!" both sides state and left each other that night. There erotic games would come to an end at this point.
Now usually things like this can only get worse. Especially with two rash individuals that don't know how to give a slight bit of submission to another. Yet just as how irregular there relations were, so was this event. It became the ignition for the two shinobi to try and reclaim there past thrones.
Ino once again began to buy her cosmetic products in even greater quantities. Her interests are renewed in her studies and she took a new intense determination to training. Even the lazy shadow became awaken by the blonde's new determination. Even though alone, Zaku returns to training his arms and fingers to be just as powerful as before. Not so different from the hyper fox or the viridian lotus, the child of Oto began to push his body from sunrise to sunset. These two impulsive ninjas are set to show the other up. They'd be damned to lose to the other.
A few months pass and as determined as they are to outshine the other they began to help one another. As much as misery likes company it also likes to see it's company succeed once it is succeeding too. He first began to help her (although not of his own will at first). The boy would fetch her list of cosmetics or ninja tools or whatever errands she had when he had the chance. Zaku never realized how much stuff girls had to do. It makes him wonder back if his female accomplice did all of this. And if so how'd she keep it secret so well.
In return the Yamanaka would aid in his training of hand ligaments (something also against his will). Her loud voice would obnoxiously coach him on even when he was tired. If his body did quit before the allotted time it only gave her training in her jutsus. The delicate fingers would form the Mind Transfer technique, in which she'd do his arm exercises. The girl never realized just how broken his arms were. It took much concentration just to make a fist and other trivial movements, movements anyone else would take for granted in their life. The two would also spar which brought joy on both sides. Ino could feel her body getting stronger while Zaku once again felt the blissful experience of battle. The two soon gain a new respect for one another.
After a while the two considered each other friends or at least allies in the same struggle (another topic decided by the blue eye flower). He helps the girl get over her drinking habits and forces her to eat so she gains back all the weight she'd lost over her turmoil. She assists in his arm-slashing problem, which is quite ironic because blunt bashings to the cranium stopped that distasteful behavior. Even when there was days that both of them just could not seem to win, they would cheer the other up and push them on. This may become a little too aggressive on both sides, but it is just the ignition that they both need.
Once snowfall came the two divulge, striving for their own endeavors. Only returning to gloat about whatever victories the two had attained. Ino returned to facing off against her ultimate rival in all things in life they possibly could fight over. She once again strove to be the number one flower of the village. Zaku also returned to battle with this new vigor, certain of future victories. The two continued on their own paths until almost two years had passed.
Once again Zaku returns to that bridge. His form on the dangerous side of the railing as he looks up into the sky. It's raining just like the last time he was there, but it's a very light downpour that you can barely notice. Although this time it's an unusual case of sun rain. The yellow orb is shinning brightly in the sky as the small tears fall to the earth. His skin just soaking in the warm rays mixed with the cool drops that spill on his new uniform. The new look isn't anything too special. Black cameo shorts, with a black shirt that had a white scythe of the grim reaper in the middle. Armbands that extend from his wrists all the way up to the shoulder. The only relic left is the cracked sound headband that lay loosely on his forehead. There is something on his mind today. A sentence he heard a while ago that has been toiling back and fourth in his mind.
A kunai then comes whizzing by, striking into the railing and almost making the poor boy fall into the river. "Hey Za-kun. Didn't I tell you what would happen if you came back to this bridge?" the blue eye youth tells Zaku as she peers at him with annoyance. He also returns an irritated look at the girl who is dressed in her normal, but always sexy, violet outfit. The sepia eye child sucks air through his mouth and makes a rebellious noise. "What are you? My mother? No I wasn't going to jump. Just thinking. Now go away. And don't call me that name." His voice aggressively vibrates in the air.
The girl pays him no mind. She's used to his offensive by now and is more than prepared to go on the attack if need be. She slides closer to him, leaning on the railing within the confines of the bridge. Her blue orbs looking down at the river and his orbs remain in the sky. "So what are you thinking about?" the kunoichi asks to feed her curiosity. He decides to answer her. Cause if he didn't she'd nag him for the rest of his life until he did answer. "It's still not enough. All this time and I'm still not strong enough. I may never be. I'm just wasting time." The child of sound mutters to his companion while morbidly looking at the ancient cannon in his left palm. Yesterday another fight and he still couldn't beat the Inuzuka child and his giant dog. How in the hell is he supposed to fight the mysterious youth that almost ended his shinobi life if he couldn't beat the fanged boy? Even worse how was he supposed to ever have a chance at the Uchiha if he couldn't surpass the two animal-oriented shinobi?
"Will you give yourself more time. You're not just going to beat them overnight." The blonde princess states as she lets her own delicate hand cover the iron hole in the boy's palm. "Ohh yea congratulations in the Chuunin Exams. You finally joining the rest of us." The girl says cheerfully.
"I should have passed it the first time when I first came to this village with my team."
"Not everyone passes it the first time. It took me my second try to pass also."
"Yea, but it didn't take you so long before you entered again."
"Yea, but I didn't have my arms almost blown off now did I?"
"I don't like excuses….ohh congrats to you too." Zaku replies changing the subject from his own life. The blue eye kunoichi stares at him inquisitively wondering the meaning behind his words. "You didn't think I'd read this month's months special magazine featuring the best kunoichi from this generation of the allied villages?" his voice questions as now his pupils meet hers. The Yamanaka blushes returning a sad gaze down into azure sea. "It's not really that special. I ranked 27th out of the top 30."
"Still that's a lot of kunoichi. You out rank a lot of waterfall girls and trust me. There tough to beat."
"Yea, but Sakura made it in the top 15 and Hinata in the top 10. That blonde from sand is actually number 1." It made the girl sad to see how far behind she's fallen. It's also so ironic. The Hyuuga girl used to be one in the lower percentile of the class and now look at her. In the highest percentile of multiple villages. "How times change.", the girl thinks to herself as the cerulean eyes drift into the slow river current. "Well in the beauty section you ranked 12th right?" the boy asks her.
"Yea even though I tied with Sakura for that spot. It's a lot of tough competition. Maybe that's as far as I can go."
"Maybe I should start hanging out with your friend then. Since she's better and all…"
"She's not better! If that article were printed a month later they would have seen something else! I've busted her up ten times in a row and that winning streak is going to increase!" The quick out burst once again almost makes the male ninja lose his balance and fall. Once he regained his footing Zaku tunes his ears to hear the girl's story. "In the last dozen of spars we've had I've had a straight flush of victories so far. Forehead is going to have to up her game if she wants to keep up with me now. Not only that. I also saw Sasuke-kun today. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. The drool on his chin would have fallen to the floor if Sakura hadn't nudged him. I think he's in trouble with her now." Ino giggles out as she waves both her fingers through her hair and strikes a seductive pose.
"So what now? Going to try an seduce him into your arms?"
"No. As much he was looking at me, he's in love with Sakura now. Besides billboard brow is my friend. I wouldn't do that to her. I'm happy she's with him."
"Heh. You're no fun."
"Besides, I've heard from Sakura he's been pretty submissive and clingy since they got together. He may be a tough ninja, but Sakura is the tiger in that relationship. As much as I'd like to stroke my dear Sasuke-kun's sweet hair I don't want him like some wuss. I need someone who can challenge me and not keep me bored."
"Really. So you came here and found me just to gloat?" Zaku states arching his brow and pushing back up his headband to his forehead. The flower lover grins at him, which makes the boy slightly worried. "That's not the only reason. The two lovebirds are coming over to eat at my place and I'd like some company there with them."
"No. No."
"Please Za-kun."
"Stop calling me that! And no. Why don't you go ask you're team."
"I would, but one's out on a mission and the other has a family duty to attend to."
"Too bad then. Guess you have no one."
"Ohh yea?? You're coming right now." The two tug back and forth with Ino winning because Zaku has to fight the blonde and try to not fall off the bridge. She finally manages to wrestle him back on the bridge. At that point a strong enough pull joggles the headband around the boy's forehead in which it glides off its owner and plummets into the river. "No my headband! You blasted witch look what you made me do!" he shouts out in the air, as his form is about to try and make a swan dive to save his precious symbol. Unfortunately this could not be done because the blonde's elegant arms, gripped one of his arms with the force of a bear trap.
"Will you just leave it behind and move on." Ino replies to flailing larger body.
The boy's chocolate pupils watch glumly as his crown given to him by his former master slowly sinks to parts unknown. "Now what am I going to wear!"
"Don't worry we'll find you a leaf headband."
"I don't want one of your crappy village symbols. I want my sound symbol back!"
"It's time to move into the future. Leave that waste behind. No come one!"
"Ouch! You crazy bitch don't hit me there!"
"I'll hit you wherever I feel like! Now come on! I've got to fix that hair of yours. Then I'll lend you one of my own headbands."
"I'm not wearing a girl's headband and you're not touching my hair! If you do I swear a chunk of that bang in front of your face is coming off!"
"You do that and I guarantee one of your eyes will be swollen before the day is out!"
As his muscles try to break away from the girl's strong grip, something perks his mind. After all the time that has elapsed, maybe he has won something. His eyes focus on the blonde who is angrily and cheerfully pulling him towards her home. She's winning at this struggle…Zaku then remembers what he was thinking about before the loud blonde interrupted him.
If winners can lose, then can losers win?
Right now though, Zaku has bigger problems at hand. How is he going to get out of this predicament? There is no need to contemplate that question anymore.