Of Flowers and Love
Summary: Ino's personal journal that describes all of her friends in her own way… through flowers. Pairings?
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Chapter One
Dear Journal
Monday, October 28Training with Sensei canceled.
Good morning journal. I'm outside in the sunlight today, just lounging on the park bench, thinking again. I'm in the North Gardens, where Tsunade-sama likes to walk when she's angry or confused or just plain tired. She doesn't mind me sitting here anymore so I'm just enjoying the flowers. Today has been a bad day for her though. She's come out three times, nodded to me, looked at the bramble a few times, she's envious it seems. Of what I don't know.
I've noticed this though, among many people, that they seem to represent what I know best. Flowers. So I decided to do something while I am alone to think.
To describe each of my friends within the next few pages, so I get a better look at them, not with speaking, but just observing. You know, I heard that you can learn a lot from a person from what they do and not say. I'll also draw a few pictures with their flowers. That way I can remember this when I'm old and dying, knowing more tomorrow that I didn't know today.
Yeah. So I'm going to start with the Hokage, Fifth.
She is a beautiful young woman, blond hair, a nice rack to say the least but she seems distant sometimes, hasty in her thoughts, often lost for words. I don't know why, but I'll wait for her hasty return and watch her, then decide on the flower.
"Good morning Lady Hokage," someone spoke as Ino looked up from her journal, blue eyes gazing at the blonde goddess with a sad smile on her face. Someone had died, again.
Another one, she only seems to smile like that when she has to tell a family they've lost a child or parent. I noticed it the first time she told me that Chouji had… you know. Well she had that same sad smile on her face. Now I know what it means.
"Good morning. Please leave me," Tsunade-sama said, the random ninja bowing and leaving, Ino not moving. She was not asked to move of course because she didn't ever speak, not trying to interfere in the Hokage's thoughts.
"Another one, Ino…"
Ino didn't look up, but watched where her brush missed a stroke on her journal, making her put it down.
"A girl. Fifteen… Do you really think he'll want this job?"
"Naruto?" Ino asked, not looking up from where she had stopped, the blotch shinning in the burning morning sun.
"He's going to hate it, oh so much he will…" she turned around and headed inside, not say anything else. After a long pause of listening to the loud bugs hidden in the leaves and flowers Ino lightly picked up her brush and continued on with her strokes.
Perhaps it's the way life is that we cry. Maybe I gave up on life a long time ago, so I can't cry. Maybe… I can't seem to think of a good flower. There are so many…
I need something else. Something that will make it for sure…
Ino stood up, closing the journal, finished with her writing for now, but she would figure out what to do, she was sure of it. As she left the gardens in silence, she heard a low whistle come from somewhere inside a large open room, the view looking out onto the village. Sitting alone, holding a scroll, crying muffled in another room behind her, was the Hokage, looking at the scene, whistling a sad tune, one Ino had never heard before. Ino suddenly sat down to stop blocking the view, opening her journal.
My Lady Hokage, Tsunade-sama, Fifth of all Hokage in the Village Hidden in the Leaves is a Giroflée des jardins.
In the Language of Flowers it means
Ino paused before she wrote the last words, looking up at her Hokage, sitting and whistling as the screams and cries got louder, her whistle staying constant. Ino nodded and finished the two words.
Enduring Beauty.
-What do you think? I found a fascination with flowers so suddenly when I got this book from my dad about flower arranging and felt that Ino should have a fic of her own, talking about what she loves best. Coolness! Jya ne!
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