disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
dedication: to the birthday boy—Pablo—& to cupcakes a la mode.
note: i have this weird thing about making Naruto characters into artsy characters. it's fun.
…
Ino is a ballerina.
Perfect and poised, she leaps and spins and twirls across the room, catching glimpses of herself in the room's many mirrors.
They are mocking her. Every glimpse tells her she will fall, fall and cease to be perfect…
She is perfect. Her toes are always pointed and she always lands without taking an extra step—
And then she is falling, falling, falling.
She lands on her ankle and her eyes water, but as she unwraps the bandages around her left ankle, she knows her reflections were right all along.
Perfection, perfection, perfection.
She is perfect no more.
…
footnote: ah, the struggles to be perfect nowadays. r&r?