Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto (but I'm still fabulous, anyway)
Ino hugged her legs to her chest and let the tears come streaming down her face as the events of only a few moments ago replayed over and over in her head.
She had spotted Shikamaru finishing up a game of Shogi with Temari when the sand shinobi got up saying how boring it was. Shikamaru got up, too and started calling her a troublesome woman who couldn't appreciate a great game like Shogi. It would have made sense for Temari to smack him, but instead she surprised both of them by doing the exact opposite.
Shikamaru looked beyond stunned the instant her lips touched his and as Temari pulled away his face was beat red and he was too shocked to move, but Ino could see the smile.
Soon she was running away as fast as she could. Her heart was pounding in time with her feet hitting the ground until she collapsed in the forest.
"Stupid little witchy sand whore. How dare she take Shikamaru away, My Shikamaru!" Ino cried, then wiped her face as she formed a new resolve,
"Well, if that's how it is then fine! I'll just have to steal him back. I've known him longer, so I should be the one kissing him, not her. " Then her face fell as she thought of something,
"But, if I start arguing over Shikamaru with Temari like Sakura and I were always doing with Sasuke then he may never want to talk to me again. It feels like I don't even belong in his world anymore. It's not fair!" Ino stood up and started violently punching the tree she'd been sitting against and yelling,
"Not fair, not fair, not fair!" until she ran out of energy and slumped back to the ground
"Shikamaru, I- I only wanted for you to acknowledge me, to be with me. I guess it worked better for her." That's when Ino started to remember all the times Shikamaru had been there for her to depend on.
How he'd always done everything she said without complaint (something extremely rare for him).
"I'm so stupid! If I hadn't been so busy obsessing over Sasuke then I'd have noticed Shikamaru was always right there. I guess it's too late now." The irony stuck in her like a heated knife that spread an intense pain through her chest.