Flipping her blond hair from her eyes, she continued to dress in her customary black cargo shorts, black fish net tank top, black trench coat, black finger-less gloves, and her black mid-boots on last. Another day, another day of college. Of being the most respected and feared girl in the university. She had become such by beating the shit out of one Temari, a few years before she started going to the university. Temari had tried calling her a slut, Ino had fixed it by breaking her nose and cracking her jaw. She would have continued, but administrators showed up, pulling her off the other girl.
Now, no one messed with her, and she had a following. It consisted of Tenten, Kin, Tayuya, Zaku, Shikamaru, and Gaara. They all wore a black trench coat over their other black clothing items. They were all feared and respected. No one messed with them, or if they did, unpleasant things followed.
She plugged her headphones into her purple iPod, Lift me up by Five Finger Death Punch blared in her ears as she slung her purple Under Armour drawstring bag on her back. She walked to the cafeteria, grabbing a tray of cereal and applesauce before sitting with her already assembling group.
They ate in near silence, Ino sat watching the various other students. As always, one in particular caught her eye.
Hinata Hyuga. Pale skinned, purple haired, lavender eyes. Dressed always in black skinny jeans of some sort, long sleeves of black, gray, purple, or dark blood-red. Her hair normally obscured her face, whether by accident or design, Ino could rarely tear her eyes from the girl. They had never really spoken. But they shared two classes that semester. Interpretive Art and Analytical Psyche.
Their first class was Psyche. It was her luck that day, she and Hinata would be paired for the assignment.
Hinata was quiet, not saying very much, simply writing in a beautiful script even though they were supposed to speak to their partner.
The first part was create a hypothetical situation and evaluate your and your partner's reaction to the situation, what would be said/done and why, as deep reasoning as possible.
Perfect, she thought with a smile at the purple haired girl.
"Hinata," Ino said softly.
The other girl looked up suddenly, as though startled that Ino would speak to her.
"My hypothetical situation is that I approached you one day in the cafeteria, and I state that I am interested in you as a possible girlfriend, as in dating. How would you react to a thing like that?" she leaned forward, gazing intently into the girl's eyes.
She blushed and looked down a moment, before looking back up, her blush slightly fainter. "I would be shocked at first, but then I would consider your words, think you were simply lying, trying to paint me as some sort of lesbian. But then, I would realize that you would not do such a thing. You have... Well, honor. I would realize that for some reason, you were truly attracted to me, and wanted to date me."
"Hold on, hold on," Ino stopped her, scribbling as fast as she could, then asking her to repeat parts.
Finished, she sat up and grinned at the pale girl.
"My hypothetical is what would you do if you came upon one of your friends beaten bloody, unable to speak to tell you who did it."
"First, of course, I would be outraged. I would be incredibly angry, but I would calm myself enough to get them to the hospital, then contact the others, to see if they knew anything and tell them what happened. But I would be angry, incredibly so. Unless the beating was deserved, I would seek revenge, because that was one of my own, under my protection. They are loyal to me, so I return the sentiment," Ino told her, watching as the writing began again, repeating things when she asked.
The next part required them to further examine why they reacted as they did in the hypothetical. What part of the psyche was responsible for the feelings. Once the paper was finished, they turned it in and returned to their seats, the professor dismissed those who were done, no homework that night.
That class was every Tuesday and Thursday, as was the art, her only other class, was a math that was once a week for two hours. Art wouldn't before a few hours, so she decided to wander.
The assignment had been interesting. Perhaps Hinata liked her... Hands in her pockets, head tilted to the sky, she listened to The Pride by Five Finger Death Punch. Hinata was interesting... Beautiful, incredibly smart. What more could she desire?
Alas, Hinata hadn't mentioned her feelings on the matter of Ino asking her out, she simply said that Ino honestly liked her. Nothing about her own feelings. Heh, she had been played! It was entirely possible that Hinata felt nothing for her, was only being nice because of who she was. Although..., there was that blush. The blush that Hinata had when the hypothetical was first spoken. It did not dissipate throughout their conversation, it lessened, but did not go away. Perhaps there was hope yet. Interesting, interesting, she mused, smiling slightly. The fun was just beginning.
Could she finally find herself a lasting girlfriend? She had tried dating Tenten, but the girl was so..., well..., boring. She had dated Tayuya for quite a time, a year and a half. But, as all things tend to do, it ended, she wasn't too hurt over it though, the red-head was happy now, with Kin. It made her smile to see them so happy. She would never stand between someone and their happiness. A new beginning perhaps? One with..., a happy ending? All things are possible... She smiled as Believe by Hollywood Undead began to play as she walked back to her dorm room.