a/n: Just a drabble. A crack drabble at that. Ha. Rub that in YOUR face.
d: I don't bloody own Naruto or anything so get off my back.
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There was blood on the walls in the Nara Household.
The red droplets were splattered upon the pallid-colored wood of the dim room.
The blade shone with blood as she held it in her trembling hand, before it clattered noisily to the floor. She held her chest, heaving, gasping for breath.
He didn't know what possessed her to do such a horrible deed.
There was so much blood, so much carnage…
The violent act was something he foolishly never anticipated could be done by someone as sophisticated as her, yet he knew he should have expected it.
Her feral nature was reflected in those blue eyes, her wildness furthered by her deafening screams as she plunged the knife deeper until it struggled no more. Like a warrior woman.
Well, she was one anyway.
Still, no one deserved to die like that.
Not even a fish.
"Are you done yet?" Nara Shikamaru smirked, leaning on the kitchen counter, his eyes observing her every move.
Nara Ino had fallen to her knees, shaken. "It just… wouldn't… die…" She mumbled incoherently, turning her fearful gaze at him.
"Come on, we'll eat out. My treat." He offered, dropping his calm and teasing façade and replaced it with sympathy and concern.
He helped her up to her feet. "C-can we n-not order s-sushi?" Her voice cracked, reeling from shock and frustration.
"Sure. And Ino-chan?"
"Huh?"
"You might want to change first. People might think you've gone Uchiha Itachi…"
"O-okay."
He watched her as she wandered to their rooms to replace her bloodied clothes.
He never did agree with her idea to cook fish for them for their 1st anniversary.
He didn't even like seafood.
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a/n: No, I don't smoke pot. If you want something of mine that ISN'T a crack drabble, check out my other stuff. If not, well, you're stuck with this, so you might as well
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