…call me Shady, please.
I have adopted this story from my old friend, who calls herself "Jelly-sama".
She has stopped writing almost altogether and she wanted me to take over. C:
So if you say 'omg ur plagiarizing'
Then you are an idiot. You can even check the A/N on the old 'prettiest flower' story saying that this story now belongs to me. So no idiotic reviews, please~ C:
This chapter is dedicated to the first author that caught my eye on .
xxWfCPxx
Go worship her "Egocentric" story.
Disclaimer: I don't own naruto. Boooo.
The night was cold. The slicing wind was made colder by the harsh, smirked statement of
"I don't need you."
…what?
The blonde gasped as if she had been stabbed in the heart. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't happening.
"I don't get it." The Yamanaka florist murmured quietly, hair flying in the chill wind.
"Still as much of a shallow idiot as ever, eh? I. don't. need. you." A sneer.
This was happening. This was really and truly happening.
"…why? I- I was your everything, Sakura. I… you can't do this to me! I made you who you are! W- without me, you would be nothing! What happened to the helpless child I knew?!" Ino yelled hoarsely, the wind picking up.
The next words that blurted from her mouth hung in the dark air like knives, their silvery whispering slicing into Ino's heart.
"Fortunately for you, Ino, I'm no longer a child. Therefore, you are no longer necessary."
The rosette's cruel words and smirk dug deeper than any knife ever could.
…why, Sakura?
All Ino could do was let angry tears spill down her face as she watched her childhood friend walk away from her, black boots tapping on the hard pavement. Cold wind slapped Ino's tear-streaked cheeks as she felt herself collapse inside.
Ino was so tired of this. She was the one looked down on, the one people had to rescue, the one people had to take care of. Useless. If Ino killed herself, right now, would anyone care? Would anyone even notice? She used to be the best. The most beautiful, the most confident, and /the/ center of attention.
But no more. She could feel more tears well up behind her pale pupiless eyes and she wiped them away vehemently. Where was the old Ino? What dark parallel universe had the beautiful personality of the blonde gone?
She was weak.
Weak for letting Asuma die.
Weak for letting Sakura pull ahead.
Yes, she was weak.
She glumly resigned herself to this as she started her trek home, the wind attacking her cheeks as if trying to wake her up. Ino stopped dead in her tracks, her pale eyes focused on the middle distance.
She didn't have to be weak. She could be strong, right? She was just as good as anyone else.
Derision overtook her dubious inner voice and she smiled despite the biting gale and her near-heartbreak.
She didn't have to lose. No. She wasn't going to lose. No way.
Tomorrow, she would start her training. And she would show that pink-haired bitch exactly what Yamanaka Ino was made of.