I'm gunna start by saying this isn't a happily ever after story..this is angsty.
thank you for choosing to read my story..please enjoy..
The wind is blowing softly through the trees, scattering multi-colored leaves into the wind. The sun is warm on her pale skin and tiny drops of dew are clinging to her platinum hair. She shifts as a bird lets out a twittering whistle. Her long fingers curl into the grass as she pushes herself off of the ground with closed eyes. She reaches up to rub them softly with her knuckles and she peeks one open, turquoise swirling around a faded pupil. She gives an over exaggerated stretch and yawns quietly, her palm hiding her open mouth. She glances around the small meadow she is lying in, recognizing the flora easily. All is quiet in the forest.
Which means he isn't here.
She frowns at the patch of ground beside her, the grass is dry and pressed down as if someone had laid there all night. She reaches out to slide her palm over the expanse of green, it is still warm even though the sun has barely risen.
He must've just left.
She glances around lazily, her eyes searching for something that belongs to her. She finds her dress draped over a near by stump, her sandals placed neatly at the base of the fallen tree. In the middle of the meadow there is a small pond, the water is crisp and clear and it reflects the light, bending and refracting the rays up onto the trees. The light dances with the waves she makes as she takes some water into her palm to drink, the rest she splashes onto her cheeks. It isn't the first time she has awoken in this place, alone, she knows every inch of this sanctuary like the back of her hand.
His hands trail up her thighs, over her hips, along her waist line. Her dress is raised over her head, his mouth is hot against the skin of her neck. She looks up at the full moon, which is barely visible because of the wall of trees. She looks back and is pulled into his charcoal eyes, his brunet hair falls from its pony tail to cover them and his cocky smirk sets her heart on fire. His mouth is suddenly invading her own, and she parts her lips to let out a gasp, but he slips his tongue in to twirl it with hers, her knees buckle as she leans into his embrace.
"Shika?" She breathes as he pulls away, a trail of saliva connects them together. She feels his hands slide down her ribs slowly.
"Ino." His response is more of a statement than an answer to her untold question; what are we doing here? Why are you doing this?
Instead of answering her he simply kneels down, pulling her down to lay in the soft grass. He examines her thoroughly, his eyes greedy and his hands adventurous.
Ino shakes her head and reaches a trembling hand up to her lips, her eyes clouded and unseeing. She can't deny him, if he summons her, she must comply. Her hand falls from her face and lands on her stomach, she rubs her dress affectionately. Shikamaru is a married man, he is the husband of the sister to the Kazekage, an arranged marriage to strengthen the bonds between the two powerful nations. Wet droplets fall onto her hands, and she briefly wonders if it is starting to rain before she realizes that what she is feeling are her own tears.
She stands up and wiggles her toes in her sandals, her thighs are sore and bruised. Her skin is stiff from the wet kisses he placed on her neck and other various parts of her body. As she traverses through the foliage she picks various berries and flowers, lifting the hem of her dress to act as a pocket. She doesn't mind that her naked thighs are exposed, there's no one to see her lack of underwear.
"I love you, Ino." He whispers into her hair, she closes her eyes and clutches his shoulders as he penetrates her core again and again and again. Her mind is filled only with those words. He loves her, loves her, only her, and not his wife.
"I love you too." She whimpers as he grabs her roughly. He pinches and sucks and touches bruisingly, he is too eager and too excited. Ino doesn't scold him though because he is broken, stressed, insane. Every time they meet out in the forest he tells her it is the last time...that he can't keep lying to Temari, that he can't keep this up. Each time they make love he moans her name and tells her he loves her, that he is going to leave Temari and that they can run away together, but Ino knows better. She knows that it is only pillow talk, that he speaks in the throws of passion..from his heart and not from his mind. There is a small gold wrist watch hanging from her arm that he gave her last time, it's 11:45. She closes her eyes as a sudden shock overwhelms her body and her mind is thrown into oblivion, a warmth spreads inside of her. Her lids are heavy and they won't open, but she can feel his slick body sliding over hers. She smiles against his shoulder as he pulls her closer.
"This time I'm not lying Ino," He says finally after a long moment. Tears start to form at the edges of her eyes. "This really has to be the last time..we're leaving for Suna tomorrow."
Ino nods against his chest and wants to scream as he strokes her back.
"I'll write you."
She nods again, she knows that he will.
She emerges from the forest, adjusting her clothes so that too much isn't exposed, wild black berries roll around and stain the bottom of her dress. A small bouquet of flowers is tucked between her arm and her body, she glances back at the forest one last time before proceeding home. No more tears fall.
When she arrives she slips into the house, it's still early, almost 7:30 a.m, and no one has awoken yet. She tip toes through the kitchen and places the berries into a bowl after rinsing them, they will make a great addition to breakfast. Ino makes her way down the hall and into her bedroom, slipping into the adjoining bathroom and stripping down, she doesn't bother to lock the door.
In the shower she picks leaves and small twigs from her hair, washing away the grass stains and dirt from her knees and back. Every time she closes her eyes she can see him above her, the loving look in his eyes..the shame that fills them afterward. Her hands slide over her soapy body and stop at her stomach where their child is slowly growing. She can feel the small amount of chakra pulsing under her fingers and she gives a sad smile, before stepping out and shutting off the water.
After drying off and fixing herself up for the day, Ino admires herself in the mirror for a moment before making breakfast. She mixes eggs, milk, and flour into a bowl, then she adds the berries and sugar. Black berry pancakes are her favorite this time of year, she pops one of the left over fruit into her mouth.
"Breakfast!" She calls in a sing song voice, tapping her wooden spoon against the counter.
The sound of four pairs of feet come running around the corner. She smiles at her three boys and her little girl.
"Ichiro, Isamu, Iruma, Shihoko, want some pancakes?" All three of her boys shrug and rub their eyes in unison, her daughter nods excitedly. Ino turns away from them to prepare their plates.
As they all sit down to eat Ino begins to hum, her eyes watery and her smile a bit forced. She looks to her triplet sons who are the spitting image of their father at 7 years old. Their blonde hair sticking up at odd angles. All of their eyes are a deep chestnut brown, their mouths turned down in scowls. Each choose to wear their hair differently; Ichiro with long stiff locks that hang almost into his eyes, Isamu who cut his in a style reminiscent of Naruto(who happens to be his idol), and Iruma who sports his in a high ponytail. Shihoko's long dark hair and deep almond eyes are stunning at the age of 4 &1/2, Ino reaches out to stroke her daughter's arm affectionately.
After breakfast they all get up and walk to school, Ino and Shihoko wave to the boys as they enter the academy.
On the way home Shihoko pulls her hand out of Ino's and runs ahead shouting, "Nii-sama!"
Ino's eyes go wide when she watches her ex-teammate and lover approach her daughter, their daughter. He lifts her into the air and spins her around a few times before setting her down on the ground carefully. His eyes graze over Ino appraisingly before he catches himself, he turns towards his wife and waves her over reluctantly.
The sandy haired kunoichi saunters over with a forced smile, Ino looks off so that she doesn't have to meet those penetrating emerald eyes as they greet each other. She knows. She absolutely knows and there is no way that she doesn't. At the same time Shihoko tugs on Temari's kimono and asks her about her big fan. As they get caught up in conversation Ino watches the sand kunoichi smile. It's genuine and it breaks Ino's heart. Temari is barren and will never have her husband's children...while Ino will have birthed four and is carrying another.
Shikamaru's hand is on her shoulder, and while his wife's attention is divided he leans in to whisper.
"Shiro." He mumbles into her hair, and Ino's eyebrows raise.
The fourth son, Ino nods to him, he is great at picking names. She doesn't know how he can tell...maybe it's just intuition (but he has been right every time). She grabs her daughter's hand and bids them farewell, as they walk away she looks back at her lover one last time, their eyes meet before he leaves the gates.
I love you..
I'll miss you..
Don't go?
I don't want to...
These things pass between them in an instant. Ino can't walk away fast enough, but she can't bring herself to look back again. She places a hand over her stomach and smiles. Another reminder of him, another piece of shame to lock away in her heart, but she will love this child.. just like the other four she has brought into this world.
Tell me what you think:)...idk if this will become something or just be a one shot...it just kind of came to me.