Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Author's Notes: The first of a series of drabbles that I just wanted to write. Most of them will not be canon but will be set in the Naruto-verse.
Pairing: One sided InoShika, ShikaTem.
Summary: Ino tells herself that it's fine. She's fine. When she is anything but.
It's Fine
Ino is fine with being single. She's gorgeous, with a banging body and sultry blue eyes the color of the sky in May. She has good friends and good team-mates, although some are one and the same, and overall a pretty good life. Ino thinks she is too young to be bitter.
So, she tells herself that it doesn't bother her when Shikamaru and Temari spend an extra five minutes supposedly going over "diplomatic" issues and that it's a good thing that Chouji has found a new girl he likes.
She tells herself that it's okay, that she's fine, and men only bring headaches, heartaches, and pain anyway.
Ino chants this mantra, even as she rims her eyes with kohl and paints her perfectly manicured fingernails a heart stopping electric blue, before she slips on overly high heels and a too-short dress.
It doesn't matter that she's woken up in more than one rich boy's hotel suite with nothing more than white linen sheets and a feeling of regret crawling up her stomach.
She could have been wholesome once, she thinks. If she had someone to love and cherish her. If the one she wanted wasn't in the arms of another. Ino bitterly muses that his children will be a handful; geniuses with giant fans.
Their wedding invitation comes in the mail, not unexpectedly she thinks. She knows has known, will always know him best after all. They've been together since their days in disposable diapers.
The silver embossed parchment is thick and regal but, Ino expects nothing less for the wedding of the Kazekage's only sister. Ino stares at the envelope, turning it around in her slender hands, musing. Now, would be the opportune time to take an undercover mission, perhaps as the concubine or plaything of a high powered official. She has always excelled at those jobs.
(Many a feudal lord remembers electric blue nail polish and the best blowjob they ever had. Too bad for a majority of them, it is also the last memory they ever had.)
Ino knows that she is expected at the wedding, that it's only proper. After all, she is his best friend/teammate/familysortof. But she will never be his lover and the thought makes Ino's heart clench with an almost phantom pain. Ino will not tempt herself with things she cannot have.
Half a minute more of consideration.
Ino tears the silver invitation in half and casually lets it float into the trash as she reaches for her bottle of electric blue nail polish.
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