disclaimer, no I don't own naruto. Pairings, ShikaIno (hellz yeah), ShikaTem, SasuIno, SasuNaru
this is liable to come down, but I had a hellluva time writing it.
See Through This
Her finger rubbed the hard circle incessantly, twisting and pulling it over the silver chain absentmindedly. She walked briskly, her hair swaying furiously as she made her way to school.
Barely got any sleep last, god I hate final drafts. Didn't get a chance to make a bento, I guess I can bribe Sasuke into getting me lunch. . . . I wonder if we're doing anything today? Most likely since he's not in town yet. Fuck! I need to pick him from the airport in morning, maybe I can switch shifts, Hinata owes me-
On her left, the girl in the blue leather jacket, moved slightly, jostling her arm, and then the light just hit her that way. The way Ino hated. The sun's generous rays made her glow, the barely noticeable wings on her back fluttered lightly in thrill at the gentle breeze, the markings on her face were darker, silver becoming more definite against her extraordinarily pale skin, even matching the dyed streaks in her dark hair.
Her blue eyes barely froze anymore, fey in Tokyo were becoming more common after all. The price to be a paid for a cleaner environment she supposed. Cities were becoming more bearable.
Ino shoved ahead of the people in front of her rudely, wanting to get onto the train as soon as possible. A small grim, smile settled on her mouth. Fey hated iron, any metal really, but iron in particular. No way there would any in there, she comforted herself, walking onto the subway stairs and descending with increasing relief for every step she took.
At least she'd be safe in school.
"Page 209, do the questions at the end of the chapter!" Almost immediately there was a collective symphony of displeasure, sighs, protests, accusations, groans, rustle of backpacks and scraping of chairs, all accosting the walls of the classroom and annoyed her ears. She heaved her bag over her shoulder and slipped out of the class room.
Just one more period till lunch. I hate missing breakfast, it always makes everything go by so much slow-
For the first time since she was 3, her unruffled perception of living proof of all things supernatural, mythological and/or magical cracked. The contents of her bag spilled onto the floor. Her calculus book slammed down onto her foot, but her head pounded with the oncoming rush of blood, the noises of school faded out, leaving behind only a hard pounding.
Temari, gorgeous, tough, brash Temari was making out. That in itself was hardly surprising, though the enthusiasm displayed sure was, she couldn't remember ever seeing her older friend so. . . turned on. She had backed up her catch of the week against what was presumably his locker. The boy was taller than Temari, which was saying something as Temari had a good three inches on Ino's 5'8 frame. His shoulders must have been broad since she could see the white fabric of there uniform was snug on his shoulders as he kissed bent own to kiss the school oldest goddess. His black hair brushed against Temari's cheek, tan face obscured from her sight.
Finally, as if realizing her gaze, or just needing air, he broke the kiss. And tucking Temari's head under his chin she him sweep his gaze until he found her. She should have hidden her shock, her father taught her that, she knew what to do, but she couldn't because she had never seen anything like him before.
He looked normal, mostly, but there was this kind of aura, a strange raw power held inside his skin, keep inside only by choice. Destructive power disiplined. Inhumane.
And at her school.
His eyes locked onto her and her knees buckled.
Never catch their eye. It rarely ever ends up well for us, he father told her gently, handing her an ice cream cone.
Fuck.