Author's Note:
I've been really reluctant to upload this story for some reason. I started writing it to get out of the funky writers block I was having for other stories and it was meant to just be for fun. It's been in my archives for a few months and I wasn't initially going to upload it but I thought, what the hell, It's fan fiction, what else am I going to do with it.
It was suppose to be one of those short formed prompt stories, the one's where the chapters could be 150 words and can be random. Thats what I wanted, but the chapters got longer and interconnected. Soooooo..it's this thing now. It's going to have random uploads. I have a few more chapters I have to dust off, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far.
P.s- It's a school themed, prompt story…yah!
P.s.s- I also didn't have a name for it until just now, so no judgement or at least not a lot of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
This was it. The first day of entering into one of the most prestigious high schools in Japan, the HL Academy. She felt her nerves prickle at the thought. She could do this, she believed in herself…sort of. Ino Yamanaka checked herself in the mirror one last time, fixing her uniform into place and huffing out in satisfaction before heading down towards the kitchen. Rambling about to herself, she picked at the fruit on the counter, inspecting them all before throwing an apple into her bag.
She whimpered nervously as she thought about the events that would transpire later in the day. With the opening ceremony, meeting her new teachers, and being surrounded by a variety of class act students, she felt her stomach lurch. She was extremely thankful to have her friends by her side, even though some had opted out to attend different high school's, she wouldn't be alone. It felt nerve wrecking to think about. She wondered how the other's were doing, if they were as anxious as she was.
"Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out." She murmured to herself, moving about restlessly in the corridor. Her actions piquing the interest of her father.
"You act as if you're heading off to war." He commented as he glanced at her from behind his bowl of rice, his eyes glistening with amusement.
"School is a battlefield," She nervously replied. "It might as well be war."
He scoffed at her declaration. "You know, when I first enter—"
"I don't have time to hear about your childhood memories back in the Edo period," She said, cutting him off. "I have twenty minutes before I have to meet up with Sakura at the station."
Inoichi's eyes narrowed at the comment. "Oh, you got jokes," His arms flailed dramatically for affect. "Oh, she got jokes everybody. Think you funny."
"I'm nervous as it is, and you're not helping papa. You're making it worse." She whimpered as she continue to pace around the small area, clenching the bottom of her skirt.
"How, by talking? You know what would make you feel better, is if I walk with you to school... in my robe…that I might accidentally leave open and unattended," He teased. "It's just high school, get a grip sweet pea."
She stopped briefly to glare at her father from the archway, causing him to laugh as a resort. "You wouldn't, and it isn't just high school. It's one of the most distinguished private school in the country and it's the start of me becoming an adult."
"An adult that still lives under my roof where I pay for everything so she can flirt with boys and gossip when she should be learning," He teased once again, flipping his hair back to mock her further. "And wouldn't I."
"I'm sorry, did you take that as a challenge because I didn't mean it as one. I mean't you wouldn't dare!" She threatened, heading off into the kitchen to sprits her face with water to calm the heat rushing to her face.
She turned on the sink, letting her fingers dangle under the running water, it's cooling properties nourishing her heated body. Spraying the dabs of excess water on her face she sighed, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe away the liquid.
"Ya know, I'm a good looking man," He declared, his posture poised, the smile on his face wide with self assurance. "I've got a lot to offer with this body."
"Oh my god, Dad. Stop."
"A lot." He whispered suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.
She groaned at the comment, burying her face between her hands, her silence egging on his torturous declaration of self beauty. She felt like screaming and laughing all at the same time, a combination of being disgusted and amused simultaneously. Her father really was something.
"Ladies would pounce on me if they had the chance. Why else do you think I keep myself locked up in this house most of my nights?"
"For fear of rejection and the shame it would bring upon our house when the world finds out how undesirable of a man you truly are?"
His silence lingered on longer than she felt comfortable with, his eyes sending daggers towards the back of her head. "Get out. You're gonna be late, you ungrateful little brat."
"What," Ino swiftly turned confused to the clock on the wall, dropping the kitchen towel on the floor and scrabbling to pick up her bag as she sprinted for the door. "How the hell did that happen?" She groaned, struggling to get on her shoes, almost tripping in the process before shouting out her goodbye's to her beloved father.
"By the way baby girl, whatever you got to work with is because of me." He shouted out towards her as she ran down the street.
"You're so gross when you're single." She shrieked, shaking her head in disgust.
"I'm sexy when I'm single." He confirmed back at her, turning to wink at the young female neighbours giggling by.