Not Quite Stupid
Urei Sachi
Sakura was staring out of the window again, although it probably didn't help much because the view was blocked by flowers, ranging from freesias to daisies, a colorful mess of different hues that seemed to melt into each other instead of clashing (like that hot pink dress a redhead outside is wearing, Ino grimaced in distaste. But Ino knew from experience that she didn't see the flowers. Sakura only saw what she wanted to see, and Ino used to think that that was Very Stupid Indeed, but she's accepted that as part of who Sakura is, however multi-faceted the girl really is. Go figure.
Ino couldn't help but sigh at this. Lately, Sakura was withdrawn, as if she was thinking of the solution to all mankind's problems, when in reality she was only thinking of Sasuke this, Sasuke that, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke. It made Ino want to hurl.
She supposed she had to be more considerate of Sasuke, considering that he was unconscious at the moment, but it was sickening to watch Sakura pine away because of him. What was the point in worrying every single second when you knew that nothing would change? Ino was quite tempted to hit Sakura with a kunai or a vase, whichever was more appropriate and handy. A hardcover book would work nicely, she mused, but she didn't want Sakura's momentary relapse to end with something as harsh as that.
Pretty little Sakura. She'd better watch out, or else bastards like Sasuke would swoop down and take her away.
And who would want that?
Ino fooled herself into thinking that she did, because she was so scared that she knew more about Sakura than she wanted to, that she might have cared a little more than necessary.
And it frightened her that Sasuke might really win her over and she would forget her, forget the memories, forget the little moments, forget, forget, forget, while Ino would remember for the rest of her life and wonder what could have happened.
She bit her lips until they bled a wonderful red and she clenched her knuckles until they turned white and exposed tiny little green veins that pumped a little blood every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year, every fucking waking moment and even in her sleep, like thinking and dreaming and feeling and breathing and knowing and loving and being and oh god she wasn't making sense any more, and Sakura was just there, just within reach, she knew she could always come up to her and sling an arm around her shoulders the same way she did every fucking time.
It gave Ino little comfort to know that she was not the one wounded the most.
"You're an idiot." Ino finally managed to say, although that wasn't quite what she had in mind. Even if it isn't, it still fit. And besides, that was what she always used to say.
It was part of their grand script.
This was the scene wherein Sakura exploded and the hissy-fit started, but Ino's heart sank when Sakura stayed subdued. There was a melancholy, far-away look in her unusual green eyes, and Ino's breath caught in her throat at the sight.
"I know." Sakura responded, staring into soft blue shades that weren't Ino's eyes, and their argument ended before it even started.
Ten minutes of silence and a couple (more or less) of sake shots later, Sakura stumbled out of the shop and Ino started walking (or whatever form of movement she could manage) after her, wondering if it's her who's the idiot after all.
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600 words.
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Sasuke-bashing in Ino's part, but if you watch the anime closely, I think you'll see that clinging to Sasuke was just a device Ino used to make Sakura explode. Or jealous. XD
