Note: I'm sorry for any English mistakes! Please let me know if there are any grammar faults! Thank you and I hope you enjoy - rated M for language. :) I know Ino's with Sai, but I like crackships. So. (I love SaiIno too btw ;w; and SasoDei haha,,, )
This also takes place in modern day Japan. Their ages will be revealed later. Also, my uploading speed is probably once every two weeks lol. Also, art is by me. 8)
Disclaimer? lol, Ino and Deidara belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
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"What the fuck?" sneered Ino, sitting up from her bed.
She let her eyes stare with pure hatred on the wall in front of her. What gives? It was too early in the morning for such ruckus. She could hear objects falling on the floor and being slammed on the other side of the said wall. Is there some kind of party?
She looked at the time.
4:48 AM
Ino let out a frustrated sigh- it was no use to get back to sleep, as she had to get ready for work anyway. She switched her alarm clock off - which was about to go off at 5:00 AM. So sad, so sad.
"Guess I'll shower," she muttered to herself, glaring once more at the wall before leaving her warm, oh so warm bed. "Stupid ass."
She took off her night gown and stepped in her shower. Turning on the hot water, she undid her bun and her long (and I do mean, long) platinium blonde hair fell down to past her butt. Her smooth porcelain skin grew goosegumps and she shuddered, quickly showering herself.
Letting the hot water enveloppe her, her thoughts went back to the noise that had woke her up. If she recalled it right, there was a new neighbour a week or two ago. She never had the chance to talk or see them actually. She pondered about how will she talk to them about the rules of the appartment without sounding rude...
Then again, why would she? She'll just wait for someone else get sick and burst their anger at them. She giggled at the thought; yeah, that was better. So then she wouldn't have to deal with being the mean, bitchy neighbour.
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"Welcome!" chimed the platinium blonde as she greeted her clients.
Her workplace, that she had took over her parents' buisness, was the town's flower shop. The best one there is, actually. For a shop that was as small as a two-bedroom appartment, they pretty much had a lot of clients- faithful ones, too.
She worked her way at the aisle, carefully not bothering the people looking at the decorations and flowers. With big, bulky brown gardening gloves, she started to treat some plants and flowers with a special spray bottle, smiling all the way.
Ino loved the beautiful colours of flowers. The smell, too. Heck, she loves everything about flowers and plants. Her hobby of making art with flowers actually became her full-time job now. Once her mother had retired a few years ago, she happily took over. She also had studied the language of flowers along the way and found it interesting.
"This is so pretty! Do you think mother and father would love it?"
She couldn't help but listen to the conversation and took a glance on what they were talking about: a flower decoration she had put in an open bowl-glass, hanging by a thread and it imitated a waterfall.
Grey and brown stones with dirt inside the bowl, a few green plants and leaves here and there, then she had tied up blue flowers- brunnera's and forget-me-nots that dangled from the stones until about ~35cm hanging freely.
It looked so peaceful, and would look great at hanging in a balcony or kitchen.
The flowerist smiled to herself. It's nice to recieve compliments to one's art.
Hearing the bells from the door that indicated someone went in or went out, she turned her head to look. There was someone standing, looking a bit...uncomfortable.
'Well', she thought. 'This is the first time I've seen him here...'
She took off her bulky gloves and threw them on the counter, wiping her hands on the apron she's wearing.
"Welcome to Yamanaka's flower shop! How may I help you?"
She smiled that cute, commercial smile.
The man in front of her grunted in reply and turned his head to the side to look around. His long, honey blonde hair that was half tied up and half down, swaying with every movement he did. Ino only blinked in return, repeating herself just to make sure if he hadn't heard.
His darker blue eyes looked at her from up and down.
"I heard you the first time, hmm." muttered the man.
A slight twitch came from the young blonde woman's eye.
"You sell small gardening tools here, yeah? I'm looking for small ones. Any would do, really."
"Well, sir, they're on the shelf over here," She made her best to stay polite, despite that you could, if you concentrate hard enough, hear that she was annoyed. "Are you looking for a-"
"I said; any would do. I don't even garden, I just need some tools I can use for my sculptures."
"You can't use gardening tools on sculptures!" exclaimed Ino. "It's for gardening, there's an art shop somewhere in town, go there!"
"Been there, done that. I like to experiment. And you can't just tell me off on what I decide to do; I'll pay you anyway."
"But this is a flower shop!"
"Don't worry, I noticed. Now," the man took a small kit filled with small versions of various gardening tools. "I'll take these. Oh, and I'll pay by cash, thanks." He walked over the counter and placed them there. He gave her a lazy smile- he had huge bags under his eyes, indicating that either he's sick, hasn't slept a lot, never really sleeps, or just a plain, weird guy.
Ino glanced at the way he was dressed; a black shirt that was kind of...dirty. It had slashes of what it looked like paint or- is that dried toothpaste? She squinted her eyes at his bandaged hands. He also wore beige shorts that went to his knees and we could see that he had his dark blonde hairy legs...then sandals.
Sandals.
They were in the middle of spring, why is this man wearing something that's supposed to be worn in summer?
'I mean, if you stay at home, I'd understand,' she thought. 'But this...you can't just go out looking like that!'
She shook her head and went behind the counter, typing the price on the machine.
"That would be 2'323 yen, please." (that's roughly 20 USD)
"Oh wait, I want this one too," he grabbed a small pot of a baby cactus. "Haha, they're pretty cute."
"Yes, they are." Ino smiled. A forced one, probably.
"Then it would be 5'227 yen." (roughly 45 USD)
"...This is expensive."
"Well, that cactus is alive."
"...You know what, I don't think I'll take it."
Ino stayed silent and watched the man contemplate whether he should buy it or not. A few seconds pass, and she snapped.
"Please think about it quickly, I have other better things to do than stay here doing nothing."
"Well, you aren't doing nothing. Technically, you're assisting me and I have to pay. A good employer has to be thoughtful about that, right? Let me think...Okay, I'll get it."
"Nice choice," a hint of sarcasm in her voice and chose to ignore his comment before.
"I know, I always make nice choises."
The only Yamanaka daughter wanted to throw the machine at him, but gave her all to be calm as possible. She cracked a forced smile and took the client's money before returning him the change.
"Can you pack these, yeah?"
She didn't reply and only did as he told her to.
The bag was violet with bright pink swirls and the shop's logo in white.
"Here."
"The place's nice, but this bag is ugly."
Ino slammed the machine close and looked at the guy with glaring eyes, telling him mentally to leave. He only gave out a small smirk before turning around.
"See ya some other time, flower lady."
Once the chime of the bells rang and the door closed, Ino went at the garden behind the shop and let out a loud grunt of disaproval.
"What the fuck was that?!" She looked at the bags on the side. "They're pretty, okay? Who the fuck do you think you are? Ugh! I hate clients like these...I hate that guy!"
She fixed hersef before going back to the front part of the shop and assisted the clients there; giving explanations of the language of flowers, the decorations she used and all those important things.
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"Bye mom, bye dad!"
"Thank you for your hard work today, Ino. See you tomorrow, and get some good night sleep!" Her mother smiled, watching Ino slip in her black ankle boots. Her father came out from the bathroom and waved at her. "Good night my dear!"
"Good night to you too, and thanks for dinner!" Their daughter quickly put on her jacket before opening the door and walked down at the garden, closing the door behind her and sniffing the fresh air of the night, mixed with the various plants' smell.
She exited via the fence and double checked if everything was in order.
The shop was small, but the garden was quite big and there was a small house, which belongs to her parents and where she had grew up. She glanced at the tree that was standing not so far away and remembered her childhood days where she would climb the tree. Ino let out a sigh, she was feeling nostalgic.
Closing her jacket, she made her way up towards her appartment- it was only about a fifteen minute walk. She greeted a few people here and there on her way.
Upon arriving at the building, she took the stairs; not bothering with the elevator for only 3 floors.
She glanced at her neighbour's plate for the name- and it still wasn't there. They didn't even bother putting a temporary paper just in case!
The blonde shook her head. Perhaps she should inform them about it too. She saw the light from the bottom of the door creep out. They're home! She hesitated to ring the doorbell for a moment, but decided not to and went home.
The first thing to do- change into comfortable clothes! That was the best feeling in the world, she thought to herself. This time, not a night gown, but a cute purple shirt with a cartoon version of a piglet, paired with the same coloured shorts but with tiny white dots. She slipped in some fuzzy purple socks to keep her wam and put a white fuzzy robe.
"Tea before sleeping!" exclaimed Ino to herself and boiled water. She put her hair up in a large bun before opening the door to her balcony. She then poured the hot water in a cup then putting a green tea bag in it.
She walked to the said balcony and sat down, admiring the view and sipping on her tea. It felt like all her troubles were floating away- until her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, do you work tomorrow?" Came the voice of her childhood friend, Shikamaru.
"Hey! Yeah, I do. I don't work the day after, though. What's up?"
"Chouji came back from Korea. And he's got gifts for us."
"What?! When?! I didn't know that! He didn't even call me!"
"Actually," here she heard him breathe out smoke. "He broke his phone and went directly to see me this morning...We'll stop by on saturday, then."
She sipped her tea.
"Great! We'll have dinner at my place then. I'll bake some cake and you go buy the meat."
"Yeah, yeah."
"And, you lovebug, how are things with Temari?" Ino's voice came out all teasingly. All she met was, Shikamaru hanging up on her.
"Good for nothing bastard."
She quickly sent him a message, saying how mean it is of him and that she knows that he's blushing and embarassed.
And all he sent was a hand, flipping the bird.
Ino rolled her eyes and looked up, noticing something thrown out of the neighbour's balcony- which was connected to hers and was only separated by a wall.
She stood up and tried to glance but in vain, as she didn't want to fall.
"Uhm, excuse me," she started after a while. "You shouldn't be throwing stuff from here, there's a garbage can for that."
The sound of objects falling again and foot steps coming closer.
"Hello?" Came the voice of, what she assumed, a man. She then repeated herself.
"You shouldn't be throwing stuff-"
"Oh, that was by accident, mhmhm."
Wait.
She furrowed her brows. That sounded familiar. Irritatingly familiar. The thoughts of today's day at work surfaced her thoughts.
"Alright. Also, could you please keep it down? People are sleeping." She tried her best to sound polite as her head was still trying to look over the wall.
And she was met with a face inches away from hers- honey blonde hair with deep blue eyes, her own ones widening.
"I knew that voice, yeah. It was you." Said the blonde man, chuckling to himself. "Well well, flower lady. Fancy meeting you here, neighbour."
Ino didn't hesitate to let out a look of disbelief.
"The gardening tools are nice with big sculptures."
No.
"Ew, you really do like that ugly shade of violet. Or is that purple? I can't see very well."
This was not happening.