Title: A Rose For Ino
Author: creepycrawly
Rating: G
Pairing: Zetsu and…Ino…
Warnings: um…it's ZetsuIno for crying out loud. Creep factor.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own this. Thank god.
Summary: Another drabble, pairing courtesy (once more) of my friend Ckret.
Ino looked up as the bell above the door rang. The light was streaming in through the front window, and she frowned, struggling to see who it was standing in the doorway.
Whoever it was wore a cloak, but even that could not disguise his odd shape completely. The man—Ino was certain that it was a man that stood in the doorway, based on his stature and general build—seemed to be misshapen, hideously deformed. His head was lumpy, and his body seemed to bulge and curve in strange, unnatural places.
"Hello?" Ino called, one hand sneaking beneath the desk to seize a kunai. "Yamanaka Flowers. May I help you, sir?"
The man said nothing. Ino fidgeted on her stool, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, as if seeing into her very soul. She could almost feel the way his were settling on her slim form.
Suddenly, a long, thin strand shot out from under his cloak. In the second it paused directly in front of her, Ino saw that it was green, like a vine…
The man turned and left. Only after the door had chimed shut behind him and his shadow cleared from the street did Ino look at what lay before her.
It was white, with an odd, shimmering tone. She lifted it carefully. It was smooth, and cool. Beneath her shaking fingers, it felt like bone.
Ino's eyes widened as they finally comprehended the shape of what she had been handed.
It was a rose.
For more of Ckret's and my crack pairings, check out the rest of my fic. It's crack in its purest form, I swear. (facepalm)