Miles
summary— I just need some time to figure out my life.
disclaimer— mmm mm!
notes— hi :D. Idk, I really like this idea, and have it played out pretty nicely in my head ^-^ The summary was actually really hard to do, cause I didn't wanna have this huge long thing there, so here's the plot of my story in a nutshell :P
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"Listen, I'm not a bitch." were the first words Ino Yamanaka had said in over 20 minutes. Until then, she'd been sitting indifferently in front of her blonde, busty therapist, filing her nails.
"No one ever said you were, Ino." replied Dr. Senju. "Look, I know you don't want to be in this situation, but at least try to cooperate. Why don't you start with telling why you're even here?"
"Because my parents don't think it'd look too hot if I had 'expelled from high school' stamped on my college application." Ino stated.
Which was an understatement. Konoha Academy was a school well-known for teaching the rich and elite, although it did offer financial aid for those who were smart enough to qualify. Even though 66 percent of its alumni went to an Ivy League school, being kicked out was a one way ticket to a community college.
"Okay, I drive all the way to God knows where, sit though your therapy, then you just sign my forms saying I did my time, and the principal saves some face. The end."
"Don't you think it was rather generous of Principal Namikaze to let you attend off-campus counseling, rather than expel you on the spot?"
Ino narrowed her icy blue eyes. "Of course, 'cause he's just so kind and his decision has nothing to do with the fact that my dad just paid for the new auditorium. Where'd you come from, anyway? I don't see any fancy-ass degrees from Snooty University for the Elite." she sneered.
The therapist smiled. "I don't find it necessary to display my education—or wealth."
Ino slipped off her camel-colored Miu Mius, tucking her thin legs under her body to get comfortable. It was obvious to her there were no signs of wealth in this rather small office. It was just a room painted with light green paint and lined with books. There was only one window, which was open to let an occasional breeze through that would ring some wooden chimes. The room itself was so plain, that it just made Dr. Senju stand out even more.
She looked young, maybe even younger than Ino's mother. Her hair was long and blonde and pulled neatly into two pigtails with a few locks that framed her face. She had light brown eyes, and a strange diamond shaped tattoo in the center of her forehead. Her outfit was a plain gray bandage top that was cut preeeettyyy low, and some blue capris that matched her heeled sandals. Her ensemble made Ino wonder if she had a bigger paint budget than clothes one.
"Okay, Dr. Senju—"
"Please, that's just a courtesy title. I want to seem more like your friend; call me Tsunade."
"Like I need any more friends, Doc." Ino rolled her eyes.
Tsunade's eyes flickered for just a second. Whether or not it was out of scorn of kindness, Ino wasn't sure. "You have yet to tell me why you're even here, Yamanaka."
"Please, Yamanaka's just a courtesy title. And I already told you: my dad set this up so I wouldn't get kicked out of KA."
"Do you find pride in your father's power, Yamanaka?"
The blonde girl shrugged, inspecting the immaculate sea foam polish for any (God forbid) chips. "I dunno. Ugh, can you just like, sign the form that says I'm done so we can all go back to our original lifestyles?"
"Ino, you were sent here for a reason. What reason would that be?"
"Because I'm a big, scary bully that everyone fears."
"Well, are you?" asked Tsunade.
"No."
"Then why would Principal Namikaze think so?"
Because people are just jealous, I guess." Ino answered. "It's not my fault if they wear ugly shoes. I didn't make them leave KA , I just made a few comments and a couple girls took it the wrong way."
"Ino," Tsunade looked at her tiredly, "I believe the actual number was four, which is more than a couple."
"It's not like they all left simultaneously."
"It's not about when Ino, it's about why."
"Like I said, it's not my fault if they wear outdated shoes, don't have clothes hat aren't from Old Navy, or if they're boyfriend isn't as hot as mine." Ino said, an expression on her face that said something like, 'duh'.
"That's interesting. It seems as though they are blaming you for their problems, which isn't an effective way to deal with things, is it?" concluded Tsunade.
Ino stretched her arms. "Hallelujah lady, that's what I'm preachin'."
The therapist flipped through a manila folder that read YAMANAKA, INO on the side, and pulled out a few pieces of paper filled with text. "So, Etsuko Hoshi's parents pulled out of school to attend an eating disorder clinic, not because of you, right?'
"I didn't give her chicken wings."
"And Hirumi Sato has seldom left her bed after that break-up with her boyfriend two weeks ago, but you took no part in that."
"Maybe I flipped my hair once or twice. Big deal."
"But it wasn't you who cut off Umeko Takahashi's hair in the girl's locker room, of course."
"She got really bad split ends after going back in forth from blonde to black freshman year; she should be thanking me."
"Akane Rokushima isn't attending a private school because her parents "couldn't stand hearing her heartbreaking sobs anymore, and want her to be somewhere she could make friends" after a rumor regarding her southern region was started by you?"
"Akane brought that on herself, everyone knows belly shirts are so early 2000."
Tsunade tucked her notes away. "I see. Now, what would have done, if you were in Akane's, Umeko's, Hirumi's or Etsuko's shoes? How would you have handled the situation."
Ino's phone buzzed in the pocket of her True Religions. She pulled it out, texting her best friend. "I don't know. Never had that problem, never will."
"So it's easy to say everyone likes you?"
"Well, everyone who matters." Ino said.
"Well then, you must be very special." replied Tsunade.
"Uh, yeah."
"So, " she continued, "how does a girl this special, end up spending her Thursday afternoon in a therapist's office, labeled a bully by her principal and the cause of four other girls' dropping out?"
Ino pondered that for a moment. "Probably cause they're stupid."
"Really? Is everyone stupid except you, Ino?"
"Maybe."
"Your boyfriend, too? Is he stupid?"
"Are you kidding? He's an idiot."
"Then why go out with him?" asked the therapist.
"Cause he's an idiot with a Lincoln and makes for good arm candy."
"Has it ever occurred to you that he likes you? Loves you, even?"
"Kiba? Please!" scoffed Ino. "We're a trophy couple. People expect us to be together. Now, can we just move on to the part where you tell me I have some kind of weird complex, please?"
Tsunade sighed. "Alright, your boyfriend doesn't love you, we've stated that much. So, does anyone love Ino Yamanaka?"
"Ohhhhmyyygodddd." trilled the young teen. "Yeah, because I'm one of those people. My mother doesn't love me! Wrong. She adores me. My father doesn't pay attention to me! As if. He's wrapped around each and every one of my fingers. Sorry lady, but you gotta take another angle or something cause that's not how Ino Yamanaka rolls."
Tsunade leaned forward, towards her patient. "Would you like to know what I think, Ino?"
"Shoot."
"I think you're here because you want to tell me something about yourself that you don't anyone else to find out about."
"Like?" coaxed the blonde.
"That's what we're going to find out, now aren't we?"
"Wow!" exclaimed Ino."Good job! Now I know why I'm here, Doc."
"Good. I believe our session is over. You had something for me to sign?"
Ino shuffled around her Abercrombie bag, extracting a wrinkled piece of paper. "You could just, you know, write that my therapy's done and I don't need to come back anymore; there's a space for comments."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that. Our sessions are personal and confidential."
"Whatever. Come on, I give you my consent, Doc."
Tsunade scribbled something on the paper with a purple-ink pen. "There."
Ino looked it over. "Patient has Severe Narcissism Disorder; further treatment is highly recommended! Hey, what's up with that?"
"Normally I wouldn't make such a premature diagnosis, but in your case I think it's called for. I'll see you Saturday."
"Saturday!" sputtered Ino. "You can't make me come on Saturday! It's the weekend and-and I have plans!"
"So do I," responded Tsunade. "But you can have Sunday off. Besides, I have some very special therapy set up for you on Saturday. I'll see you then."
notes— damn I really should be asleep! :P What do you guys think? I personally like it so far, even if it's the first chap, but I really wanna know what you guys think, so please review! Thanks :)