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this is a ShikaXIno fic
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disclaimer: I do not own naruto or any of the characters. I own this story.
The bitter cold of the day bit against his exposed toes harshly, wisps of ice on the ground making it hard for him to stand on the balcony as the cigarette burned freely in his mouth. He was the spitting image of Asuma at that moment in time, however brief it may have been. He had been told by Kurenai, That she once had mistaken him for her husband while he made his way into The Gates of Konoha, He flicked the cigarette away from himself with little more than distaste. Of course he looked somewhat like him, he had to admit. It must have been those last few years that Asuma had grown his hair out and often pulled it into that familiar spiky pony-tail that was his own trademark, "PINEAPPLE" .
Shikamaru, not really interested in his surroundings walked into his home and over to his bedroom door, The cold air still nipping at his toes violently as he pulled on socks, then shoes. He walked to the door without much thought and simply walked out without locking his apartment, not that anyone in Konoha would dare to steal anything from a shinobi, or rather, there was just to much friendly air around here for someone to steal something and not feel guilty for it. Well, unless your a ninja.
His feet quickly brought him to that stone, where he cursed and pulled out a cigarette "Troublesome feelings," He said, biting his lip as his silent prayers went out to his long since passed Sensei and his old friend and teammate, Chouji. His will broke as he read the new addition to that group. Chouji had only died what seems a few days ago, but still he could hear the sound of chips being munched behind him. He broke down, onto his knees and cried before that stone. The stone that took them away from him and the stone that kept them freshly engraved into his mind. The stone that would never let his loved ones return to him. He weeped beside this rock and didn't notice as a soft presence made her way over to him, her hand on his back as he wept. She smelt of lavender and rain and he looked up at Kurenai with bloodshot eyes.
"It is alright to grieve, little one." She cooed to him like he was a child. He broke under her embrace and smiled at her calling him a "little one". She meant 'Little Twin' or 'Little Asuma' as she would often call him. Her child was placed lazily on her hip, sleeping as her mother laid his head on her lap. Tears spilled onto that forgiving purple kimono, which he had known her to wear since the passing of his sensei. "Let it all out." She whispered as she pet his hair, which had mysteriously fallen from its ponytail, leaving Shika with a shaggy-wild man look. He hadn't shaved and that five o' clock shadow has been lingering on his face for more than a few days. In her eyes, He really must have looked like Asuma, Because she wept as she held him, his face in her hands as they looked at each other and cried.
Another presence alerted him, allowing him time to dry his tears as she approached. He looked up to see Shizune standing before them, with a soft look of intruding apology. He grimaced and stood up to meet her and she walked forward before they met somewhere in between.
"I have information on a mission." She said quietly, even though no one but kurenai was around to hear. Shika merely nodded and looked past her, through her.
"What mission are you sending me on?" He said, his bored tone still husky from his throaty sobs. Shizune looked at him gently, today must be an alright day for her.
"Rescue mission." She said as she passed him a scroll then disappeared back to her office.
Shikamaru sighed and walked to kurenai, bowing his head as she stood, and kissing her small daughter on the head affectionately. Aniko, his sensei's child had grown on him since her birth. Her small 'ohhing' and beautiful laughter was enough to melt his heart. He had become her brother in the little time she has been around. She is only about five years old, Her father dying while she was four months in the womb. Shikamaru smiled down at her tiny figure then stepped away leaving only a cigarette bud in his place. Kurenai smiled.
"UGGGHH!!" He screamed with agitation, his fist pounding into the side of the hokage building. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? HOW COULD SHE GET CAUGHT!! His anger bellowed out of him in giant waves until he was left with nothing but emptiness. He had to save her, that much was clear. If there was anything of her to save. He cringed at the thought of her exposed body, beaten and battered because she had excepted the mission. She could be dead, most likely she was, as it was his luck with his teammates to die on him all in one time.
He was standing in front of his door. He had lost track of his mind for a while. He needed to stop doing that if he wanted to live. Shika pushed his door open and walked to his room, Placing his kunai pouch on his leg as well as one on his hip, a canteen, more weapons hidden on various places on his body and those similar katana on his back. He raised his mask over his face as he walked out of his apartment, his hair down and hanging in a low pony-tail.
His feet brought him to the exiting gates quickly, eagerly as he wished for her to be alive in the back of his mind. His legs were nimble and lean, allowing him to be as quick as lightening and as soundless as a feather dropping to the forest floor. He was undoubtedly fast, He had been training for years and years and it seemed, just to be quick enough to catch them. He was never quick enough. Chouji's broken figure was all he could see as they said goodbye. The smile on his best friends face as he faded. In choji's prime he had been a meaty young man, But he had grown out of that when they reached their up-teens. They were both nineteen and very eligible bachelors. He remembered with fascination as Chouji had swooned a young girl and was courting her just before his death. The girl didn't show up at the funeral. It was only family, and Shika. Ino would have been there if Tsunade hadn't sent her on a mission. He doubted she even knew Chouji was dead. Suddenly he was hit with the realization, Chouji...is dead. Completely and utterly dead and he wasn't coming back.
A hollowness started to overwhelm him as he thought about his snack-happy friend. Ino could just as well be gone. He was aware of that fact, but something was nagging at his soul, and he knew that she just had to be alive. For her sake and the sake of his own sanity. He traveled through the trees, monitoring chakra signals and occasionally re-reading the Hokage's instructions. It was a simple infiltration of some rouge village leader's fortress. Invade,Rescue,Escape. He didn't think it would be simple, especially if Ino hadn't been able to take over some one with her mind transfer jutsu. Something must have went wrong. Hers was a simple seduction mission. Yes, she was the seduction mistress. The woman or The Kunoichi whose skills were the most called upon in that line of duty. Her mission was to seduce the leader of this rogue village, Infiltrate his head quarters and wipe him out. He must have proved somewhat difficult, or Ino never made it into the HQ. No that wasn't possible. Ino was to good not to be noticed by some scum bag. They always noticed her. When and if he brings her back, He will tell Tsunade that Ino isn't to go on anymore 'Seduction' missions.
His mind was racing on every possibility of her death. What could have gone wrong, what moves she made to advance on the man, Shikamaru grew angrier and angrier with each of the possibilities in his mind, Fueling his fire as it raged throughout his body. Shika had never been an outspoken individual, more self preserved and to himself than others where. Ino on the other hand took like into her silken palms with no more than a dazzling smile and a soothing attitude. Sometimes she was loud and obnoxious. WELL she was obnoxious all the time, but she had her moments when she could melt his heart, or stupefy him by living up to her hair color. What shikamaru was telling himself is that "I am not jealous."
"liar liar pants on fire." He sneered at his own thoughts calling him out on that. "your worried. admit it. We BOTH are jealous of whoever got to her before we did."
"shutup right now..dont talk about it. no one got anything from her."
"Why? just because she is 'ours' doesn't mean some man will just not touch her, I mean have you seen that girls body?"
"You are simply retarded. Of course I-We have seen her. This isn't logical..I'm not sakura..I have a stable mind..why do I have a voice in my head?"
"OH! Im the retarted one..when you are the one asking the voice in your 'head' why it is there...jeez your dense sometimes."
"Your distracting me..go away."
Shikamaru shook his head and grimaced. He officially felt like a loony. The Sunlight pouring down over the horizon is what brought him out of his mental state. He shook his head as he prepared to set up a camp, deep within the forest trees.
He scouted for a while, setting up a flawless system of traps around the perimeter of his camp and sighing for the completed, troublesome task.
He awoke at dawn and made his way towards the village while masking his chakra. "They are all dead" He whispered under his breath as he came upon the village, it was filled with chakra signatures. They are sleeping. He slipped into the village and made his way to the head honcho.
A ninja about his age fazed in-front of him, others appearing around him . Shikamaru grimaced at them, there was no avoiding it he supposed.
The nin stepped forward, hand on his kunai holster as he sneered at Shika. "Konoha? ANBU, huh?" He laughed as he swiftly pulled the weapon out, Shika easily dodging it as the nin had thrown it full force. "Your a quick one, eh?" His last words as Shikamaru was behind him in a flash, his kunai slicing the boys throat. He fell limp from his hands as Shikamaru made his shadow clones, each enveloping their own captive in shadow and silently slitting their throat.
The original walked through them all with a bored expression, Unseen by the man watching him from above. All that was visible was Shika's mask, which resembled a badger, with a white face red paint and some green thrown into the mix of color. The man from above sneered at the woman he held in his chamber, walking over to her and picking her up by her platinum blond hair.
"Who is that ninja there?" He said, pointing to a man who walked through the blood that was spraying everywhere, seemingly unaffected by the spray as it drenched his body.
Ino gasped, her eyes trying to adjust but the pain the man was causing by pulling her hair made them shift as she tried to focus. "I- I don't know..H-he has a mask Hiro-kun."
She was naked, striped to the flesh and blood coated most of her body, She had tears dripping from her eyes, Her face swollen from being beaten and slapped.Her hair also matted with blood and dirt from being kicked and beaten and raped repeatedly.Her hands were tied behind her, but separately, one tied to each of her thighs. The rope cut into her skin when she moved (both on her thighs and her wrists.)
"BULLSHIT!" He roared, slapping the blonde and knocking her to the floor, a whimper escaping her lips as he kicked her away from him. "Troublesome bitch."
Ino looked up at him and sobbed. The word "troublesome" was used on her often, but only by shikamaru. She gasped at his memory. Where was he now? Did he notice she hadn't come back from her mission? Well this person fighting the nin outside obviously was from Konoha, so someone had noticed her absence.
She felt the man's hand on her neck as he drugged her, "oh well." She thought to herself as the paralyzing poison dripped onto her tongue, enveloping it in its chakra binding and paralyzer. She gasped as it burned her throat sending strange waves through her body as she felt herself go limp, the pain of being bound and beaten leaving her senses, all she could do is watch as she was picked up and swiftly brought through a maze of corridors. All the while trying to remember her surroundings in case she could escape. She might be a blond, but she most certainly wasn't and imbecile.
Shikamaru looked up at the tower with disgust and worry. "No," He thought quietly. "Push the feelings aside until your mission is complete." He whispered to himself as he entered the building, swiftly fazing through the shadows of the halls. The blue chakra he knew so well faded from his senses. He panicked. His legs carrying him faster as he ran. There was a small chakra to the west, He turned his head. It was going deeper into the fortress. A small grimace passed over his face as he turned and ran down a westward hall, abruptly stopping when a horde of ninja were ahead of him. He slid his katana from his back with one swift swiping motion, the other hand pulling a shuriken out and slinging it at his target, the goofy looking one in the corner. "Yes the comedians always die first,"He thought bemusedly as they all turned. Basic ninja rule DO NOT take your eyes off of your opponent. With a flick of his wrist and a quick step he was upon the first to be ended by his blade, stabbing it through his heart and another behind him while he was at it. He slid his weapon from them and moved to the next, this one having caught on from the agonizing screams of those beside him pulled out a kunai and was determined to fight for his life with the ANBU before him. Shikamaru wondered for a slight second as he plunged his sword into his solar-plexis, if maybe, that man had been like Chouji or himself. A cry of anger and power came from behind him, Shikamaru turned just in time to block the attack. No they couldn't be. It doesn't matter.
This man was proving himself difficult, even more so when two of his fellow ninja joined in and started to attack simultaneously. Shikamaru soon figured, after many cuts and stab wounds that they had a pattern. - Stab, Dive, Slice, Jump, Kick, Stab, Punch- Sneak attack both ninja would hit him then the other would sink their kunai into his thighs and arms. It was all apart of their plan to immobilize him, He quickly caught on and when he got his opportunity, he stabbed both at the same time as they tried to sneak behind him, his Katana slicing both of their throats as he kicked the third in the chest, his hands moving so quickly and a horde of kunai covered the mans chest like a vest of metal. Shikamaru gathered his things and ran onward, avoiding any other signatures as he made his way through the winding fortress. Making note to watch where he was running and which ways he turned.
Shikamaru arrived at the basin of stairs following a trail of blood that looked like someone was just dragged through there. He was breathing loudly, huffing and grunting as he ran down a passage way. It was long and it felt like miles seeming endless. Soon he came to a door, a large door that required chakra to open. He mentally sighed as he exerted just enough chakra to budge it open. Mumbling a few words and sighing the door squeaked as it opened in a violent protest.
He slipt in silently, the door puffing as it hit the frame with a dull -smack-. He winced, now they would surely know he was in here.
A light flickered on, a man sitting with a girl on his lap. She had platinum blond hair and blood covering most of her naked body, she was bound and now gagged as she sat with her head lolling around on her shoulders.
"Welcome," The dark and rich voice rang in Shikamaru's ears. His anger boiling inside him at the sight of his innocent best friend, being degraded by this man. "I am only guessing you came to retrieve your kunoichi?" The man said, pushing Ino off of his lap and tumbling down the steps before him. He grinned as Shikamaru started for her, but his face quickly flicked up towards the man with mild interest.
"Your going to die, sir." Shikamaru stated simply. He didn't like to state the obvious, but right now he wanted this man to know that he would make him pay, for every scrath on his Ino's body. " MY INO? WHAT THE HELL?" He thought to himself as he stepped forward. "Oh well..ignore it..your just protecting her..she is like your little sister."He decided, as he came to about fifty feet from the man. "Hiroshi Ogawa, You are hereby convicted guilty of crimes against the Hokage, herself, and I am here to fulfill your sentence." His voice rang out with that bored tone, filled with emptiness. The man had a deranged look in his eyes as Shikamaru spoke to him with boredom, seeming like he thought he was no threat.
The man arose from his perch quickly, drawing a sword that Shikamaru himself hadn't seen hidden under that cloak of his. "Listen here ANBU, I have no intention of dying this day."
"Then you sir, are frankly, The stupidist fucker I have ever met." His anger lacing his usually calm tone. He settled into a deep stance and brought his katana out. No use trying to use his chakra up on a jutsu, it would eat up his chakra too fast, he needed to get this done quickly and accurately and the katana was the best choice to go with at the moment.
He raised his katana and deepened his stance, the man running at him with an annoying scream. It was so unneeded shika didn't know why he did it, but he just snickered at moved out of the way of the charging man, his blade dragging across the man's cheek softly, cutting it only skin deep and causing it to stream out blood in tiny droplets. The man growled and turned on his feet, thus engaging shikamaru in to a furious clash of blades. -cling cling- The man swung violently, no strategy to them what-so-ever. Shikamaru easily dodged, bringing his sword up and holding the man off. The man pulled back and looked at Shika like he was trash, with a grin on his face. Shikamaru sighed,"The man probably think he had some technique I cant handle." Shikamaru grinned as the man let his guard down and charged him, his blade slipping past the man as he blocked it with his own. "Where did his strategy come from,"Shikamaru thought as he yet again charged his blade clinging and clashing and screeching against the other man's. He noticed the man mimicked his steps and techniques, although the man had neither sharringan nor the byakuugan.
Shikamaru squinted at the man, his hand moving quickly as he adjusted his katana and dove straight for the heart, the man side stepped him again and cut shika in the abdomen, the gash flowing with the crimson liquid. The man then quickly jabbed his sword upwards and scratched shika on the face.
Shika jumped back and growled, a low, feral, angry growl. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Ino groan, she was standing and quietly walking towards the man, a kunai in her mouth. Shikamaru had to distract the man and so he let out a bellowing and pain filled laugh.
"Are you tired old man, or did you realize your dead meat?" Shikamaru teased, stepping forward.
The man growled and came at him, shika raised his sword in just enough time, sparks flying from the metal clashing yet again, bending the other man's sword slightly to the left. Shikamaru smiled as the all too familiar kunai went straight through his back and through his stomach, Shika's own blade slicing down through the mans shoulder then his heart. The man fell to the ground with a -thud- that echoed through the open room.
Shikamaru pulled his sword from within the man, wiping it off on the man's ukata then looking up at Ino. "Yamanaka, damage report?" He said, leaning his head to the side and placing his katana back in it's sheath on his back. She didn't look up at him but the kunai fell from her mouth and she fell to her knees and wept.
He stared down at her with concern, his masked face showing no such thing as he bent down beside her. "Ino," He whispered, his hand touching her cheek gently. She violently pushed away from him, her arms still bound to her legs and the gag in her mouth.
He crept closer, his hand grabbing the ropes firmly and untying them from the back, her arms falling limp from her legs. "Ino..don't be afraid of me." He reached out to touch her hand but she flinched. He sighed and crouched down right next to her, one hand grabbing her chin and turning it towards him while he leaned in towards her ear to whisper "Your being so troublesome.."
Her eyes opened immediately and she stared at him, his arms wrapped up under her shoulders and her knees and he grunted as he stood up, mumbling about how he couldn't believe she had gotten into such a mess and "troublesome troublesome..troublesome."
She watched him as he carry her,could it be her imagination or had shikamaru come for her in her time of dire need? She placed her hand on his chest as he pulled her to him. Most likely so she didn't have to look at the broken corpses of the men whose life he had claimed to get to her. He looked down upon her with his mask, and she stared up into the holes for the eyes until she clearly saw the dark brown behind them. "It could be any dark-eyed man." She thought to herself,pulling herself ever closer to her savior.
Her eyes started to feel heavy, weary from the blood loss as she looked up at him, he was all she could see because he held her so close, so delicately like she would break, but what he couldn't tell from the outside was that she was already very much broken.
"Dont worry Ino..I will patch you up good." She heard him whisper as her eyes closed and she was consumed in a sleep deeper than any she had ever slept..
Ino awoke to the sound of crickets chirping, her eyes fluttering and adjusting to the light of the fire that blazed before her. Straining her eyes she looked up and saw a man. He pulled his green vest of with caution, hissing as some wound was re-opened. She heard his skin tear as he pulled the cloth off of his body. She stared up at a unfamiliar frame. His shoulders box shaped but slightly slumping as if he was tired or lazy. Probably a little bit of both from his hardship he had gone through earlier in the day.His muscles rippling below the skin, she watched as he bent down a stuck the vest in the water, then dabbed it on his wound, wheezing as the water cleansed it. He stood and walked towards the fire, Ino immediately closed her eyes when she saw him turn and upon opening them she wished she hadn't. He let down his hair then his mask, the night hiding his face as he turned and the firelight barely catching anything but a shine in his eye. He walked down to the waters edge, completely nude and stood in the water and hissed as it licked the edges of his wound. His groaning caught in her ears. She recognized that voice, but it seemed so distant when she tried to listen closer.
He dipped his head in the water and growled as the cool liquid sent a shiver down his back. She was so entranced by the noises he made she didn't notice he had gotten out of the water and was returning to the fire, a cloth slung over his waist as he sat and bandaged his abdomen, he winced, his body jerking as he proded the deep wound and she winced to, closing her eyes as he bandaged himself more out of respect than because he was hurting.
She felt his presence grow closer to her, ever nearer he touched her forehead softly, almost affectionately. He mumbled as he unwrapped a cloth from around her. "when had that gotten there? OH GOD!! I was naked!!" She felt water being dripped onto her and she visibly winced as her cuts where cleaned. None of them were deep and that is why she hadn't bled too bad. His hand snaked over her with the cloth, not touching anything inappropriate like she thought he might. She felt herself being sat up, he held her up with one of his legs, hissing in pain as he did so. He wrapped the bandages around her, like bindings and then reached over. The rustling of his bandages told her he had reached over her and grabbed something. She peaked her eye open and looked as he pulled his black fishnet shirt over her. It was a loose fit but it hung to about mid thigh. He wrapped her legs up from the ankle daring to go above where the shirt ended so she wasn't exposed and then wrapped her back up in a blanket. It also helped him in the argument that she had cuts and bruises all on her legs and arms. He wrapped the bandages around her palm and thumb then up her whole arm, stopping just before the shoulders. Ino felt like she was being put in a flexibly thin body cast at the moment and almost laughed. He stroked his finger over the back of her hand before setting her hands over her chest. He stood for a brief moment and walked over to his bag, pulling out a jar of ointment and walking back over to Ino he softly crouched down and stuck to fingers in the jar, bringing the cool gel-like substance to her forehead and cheeks her chin and her nose, he rubbed it in until it was dry, making her face feel clean and refreshed.
His hand trailed across her chin as he squatted,"Goodnight Ino." He said, walking over to the other side of the fire and laying down on the hard ground.
Shikamaru placed his mask on securily then stood, walking over to Ino whose eyes were still closed and picked her up. He had already cleaned up any trace of their ever being there and now all he had to do was get home. He walked away from camp, one last glance to make sure he didn't leave a thing out of place then began running with her in his arms. His stomach screamed in protest but he kept running. It seemed that no matter how fast he ran he wasn't getting any ground covered. Although he knew it was false it made him wonder.
As the day wore on Ino still held her eyes closed, whether she was sleeping or not he did not know, but he didn't want to wake her if she was.
Konoha came into view at around midnight and he sighed when he walked through the gates, almost collapsing from exhaustion as he walked past the guards.
"ANBU, are you alright." One said, standing from his stool and walking over. He inspected shika's client and gasped, calling his friend over as he walked next to him. "Would you like me to escort you to the hospital?" He said, holding his arms out for him to pour Ino into. Shika grunted and merely kept walking, his face focused on the building at least five blocks away. he let his head drop to his chest then ran, as fast as he could towards the hospital, but not before bowing his head in respect for the helpful guard.
The guards called after him but shikamaru didn't turn just looked back over his shoulder and called back "No need." Then he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, he burst through the doors of the hospital. He dragged his feet over to the counter, placing Ino on it and looking up at the nurse sitting in the chair.
"Sakura now!" Shikamaru roared at the nurse, causing other people that were standing by the Nurse's station to look his way. The nurse immediately picked up the phone and dialed the numbers.
"Haruno-san, yes, uhm there is a ANBU requesting your- " Shikamaru grabbed the phone from the woman. She looked at him in shock and just sat there with her empty hand next to her ear.
"Sakura...I have Ino...she needs your help..come..now..please." He whispered into the phone, immediately he heard the dial-tone and knew she was on her way.
Some seconds later nurse's of all types came rushing in and taking Ino away from the safety of his arms and into those foul smelling operating rooms.
Shikamaru paced around the waiting room like a newly wed husband, waiting for his child to be born. Infact that is what he felt like. Like he was waiting for life changing news, and he supposed he really was.
Sakura bursts in the doors and into the Nurse's station then cam out in scrubs and gloves, her hair tied neatly back and a worried expression as she glanced at shika before she ran behind the EMERGENCY ROOM doors.
He waited for hours and hours. He finally sat down and watched the florescent lights above and fell into a deep slumber.
Sakura woke him up hours later and told him he could see her and that she had regained consciousness.
"Thank you, Sakura-chan." He whispered then he ran down the hall, looking through each window until he found the clipboard that read : Yamanaka Ino
Ino awoke in a white hospital room, after tedious hours of work sakura had fixed her up for the most part, and left to find Shikamaru. Ino didn't know this, all she remembered was that ANBU who had come to her aid.
There was a knock on the door and Ino was surprized when Shikamaru came in, the door closing behind him as he walked over to herside lazily. It felt like a million years since she had seen her best friend. She looked to the door to see if Choji would follow, but he was no where to be seen. Tears came to her eyes as she looked upon her friend and she sobbed loudly, holding her hands over her face.
She felt arms wrap around her and the bed groaned in protest as he leaned against it on his knee and held her.
"Ino I was so affraid for you." He whispered, kissing the top of his best friends head gently.
"oh you dont like her huh?"
"shutup." He thought, ignoring the chuckles of his inner self as he looked down upon his friend, his teammate.
"How are you feeling?" He said, brushing her hair out of her face with his fingers gently.
Shikamaru had never been so affectionate with Ino, it caught them both off guard and frankly Shika wasn't sure why he continued to do it. He gazed down upon her with such a protective gaze that she almost stopped crying, almost.
Her loud sobs filled the room as she remembered the events prior to the AMBU coming to her aid. She wept for her broken heart, and her broken body. She wept for the innocence she had lost. Her virginity that she had lost to a man who had beaten her and raped her for a week without end. She cried for the other girls and even boys that she had stayed with in one of the cells. All where his sex toys and she had become one of them for a short period of time. He had broken her down so much that she didn't want to be touched. Shikamaru's arms though, where nothing like the man who had raped her. They were soft and muscular and strong too. They were warm while the other man had been cold, and shika's embrace was fulll of loving care.
She looked up at him with her swollen face, she figured he must think that she is a whore. A whore, a dirty slut for letting that man harm her.She would never speak of this to anyone. She would never speak again. She knew it would hurt people. Seeing her broken, but somehow she didn't care, all she cared about was being in his arms. Shikamaru wasn't a man of many words anyway, so maybe he would let it pass.
Shikamaru looked down at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, and he held her till her weeping stopped and her soft breathing replaced it.
The door cracked open and Tsunade slipped in, waving her hand for Shikamaru to come see her out in the hall.
"Nara Shikamaru, I would personally like to thank you for bringing our dearest Ino home to us but I have unsettling news to inform you.." She said, trailing off as she looked through the window on the door and at Ino's sleeping figure.
Shikamaru shifted, his eyes were heavy from tiredness but he would wait till she was done to yawn.
"Ino..she was...well.." Anger rose into Tsunade's eyes as she looked at the ANBU infront of her, she sighed and pressed her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose as she spoke the next few lines, a look of absolute sorrow on her face. "It seems Ino was successful in gathering the information needed but..also..she was raped nara..repeatedly from our X-rays and our scans and her body and mind is in trama..she may never speak to anyone again Im affraid..she wouldn't even talk to Sakura."
Shikamaru looked at her dumbfoundedly. A feeling of scalding hot anger rising in his chest, bubbling out from his eyes. The moisture fell from his cheeks. His bored expression marred with tears as his face began to scrunch up. Tsunade looked at him in shock. She had thought he would be angry yes, but he looked so full of sorrow too...but not just for Ino..for himself also.
He looked away from her. The past few days have been emotional ones yes. That is why he was crying. Not because he cared for Ino...not because he loved her..no...that just couldn't be it..
AND THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER ONE!!
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