Authoress' Note: I warn you, this chapter is filled with angst (attempted angst). It wasn't really intentional, but reading over it, I saw that, hell yeah, it was angsty. And damn I just used a lot of commas :/ Anywho, this chapter is really an eye opener. I don't really like or know the character of Ino, so I'm sure this whole thing is way OOC. Sakura seems kind of out of it in this chappie too, but oh well. I think it turned out okay.
Recap: Sakura hesitates for a second before opening her mouth. "I walked in on you two while you were…" she trails off. It takes me a little while to get where she was going, but now that I do, I regret the whole thing all over again. "Just go to your precious boyfriend, Ino. I don't need your sympathy."
"He's not my boyfriend," I choke out. "I rejected him, Sakura. I only want you!"
I find myself staring at the yellowing tiles of the girl's bathroom floor; I can't look into Sakura's eyes. Rejection isn't the worst that could happen to me right now. Sakura is one of the few friends I have, and I don't want to lose her to something this petty. Her friendship means more to me than anything. But I know she doesn't love me, not like I love her.
That's why I'm surprised to feel something warm and soft pressing against my mouth. A petite hand is gently grasping my chin, forcing me to look into endless orbs of emerald. Passion is clearly visible in those eyes I could stare into forever. Glancing down, I see that Sakura's lips are indeed on mine. They're even softer than I've imagined through my many fantasies. It—this kiss—is what I've always desired, but I can't respond. I'm too deep in shock to press back in the slightest.
She pulls away, her hand still caressing my flesh. A pale pink dusts her creamy white face and she doesn't meet my confused gaze. As if burned, Sakura yanks her hand away from my face. "I'm sorry, Ino, I thought that's what you wanted… I'm sorry." She turns to run away, yet again. Tears begin streaming down her face. My heart breaks at the sight. This time, it really is my fault.
I reach out to grab her arm. When I pull her back, she falls into my embrace. Our lips are connected once more. This time, I'm pouring every ounce of my love for her into the kiss. Cautiously, I lick her bottom lip, asking for entrance. At first she hesitates, but soon she opens her mouth. Her pink tongue touches mine for a split second. I push my appendage into her hot cavern and start mapping out her mouth. Every crevice I feel. Sakura starts pushing against my tongue with her own. Our muscles start dancing, battling for dominance. We both want this, want is so bad we can hardly stand it.
Just as I feel a hand tugging at the hem of my school shirt, I remember that I'm supposed to be in detention. Regretfully I push Sakura away from my arms. She looks at me, confused. I smile softly. "I'm supposed to be serving detention," I explain.
A wicked smirk crosses her face. She runs a finger teasingly down my front, stopping just before she reaches the top of my plaid skirt. "We'll continue this later, ne?" Before I can retort, she gracefully walks out of the stall. The bathroom door closes with a loud slam that reverberates through the cramped room.
I let out a contented sigh. Running a hand through my ultra-long bangs, I make my way out of the girl's room and into the empty hallway. The clanking of my footsteps annoys me throughout my journey to room 203, Ibiki-sensei's classroom. Once at my destination, I walk through the doorway, my chin held high. Ibiki is sitting at his desk in the corner of the classroom, glaring at absolutely nothing. He finally notices me and tells me to take a seat next to Sasuke. Shivering at the thought of being near him, I nod and, reluctantly, sit next to the brooding raven.
Sasuke doesn't look at me, not even from the corner of his eye like I am. His hands are clenched around each other so tightly his knuckles are white. I almost laugh at his distress. Serves him right for trying to seduce me (and succeeding).
After looking at Sasuke, making sure he isn't going to jump me anytime soon, I glance at the clock. Only three minutes have gone by; another fifty seven to go, and then I can get out of this shit hole. Angrily, I lay my head in my folded arms and sigh. Boredom soon overwhelms me. Anything, anything, would entertain me at this point.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. I'm too uninterested in an intruder to lift my head from my desk.
"Ibiki-sensei?" That sugar coated voice is what causes me to look up from my former position. "Tsunade-sama wanted to talk to you for a minute. She told me to watch over these two while you're gone." At his weary look, Sakura added, "Don't worry, I'll make sure they stay out of trouble." Ibiki seems to take her words to heart, as he stands up from his desk and leaves the nearly empty room. He doesn't even cast a glare in Sasuke's direction like he usually does.
Sasuke's dark eyes are clouded over with an emotionless mask, just as his face remains stoic as he stares at Sakura like she grew two heads. "Tsunade doesn't really want anything, does she?" he asks without hesitation. Sakura shakes her head, but makes no verbal response to his accusations.
Instead, she turns to me and smiles warmly. Through her 'I'm completely innocent' façade, I can see the mischievous glint in her jade green eyes. "Ibiki will only be gone for a few minutes. When he comes back, Tsunade will probably be with him, and pissed. So let's go, Ino-pig."
"Are you leaving me here to rot?" Sasuke's face is one of incredulous wonder. Sakura only giggles. I poke his side and motion for him to follow us. He looks unsure, but follows nonetheless.
Sakura is our scout; she pops her head out the doorway and checks for any nearby teachers. Seeing no one as a threat, she makes a hand gesture for Sasuke and me to move out of the room. Our footsteps are the only noises in the vacant halls as we sneak through the building. The back door to the school is looming less than a yard away, each of us nervous, since we didn't run into any obstacles on the way. I feel like I'm in some cheesy spy movie—you know, the ones with the little kids? The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end, giving me a chill that can't be good.
The girl in front of me abruptly stops. Not noticing Sakura's halt, I slam into her back, and Sasuke into mine. All three of us topple to the floor. Sakura is the first so scramble up. She throws me an apologetic look for no reason. Then, I look up.
There, in front of us, stands a livid blonde woman with boobs to challenge any woman. Brown eyes stare down at us with apparent anger floating through them. With her arms crossed over her chest, her low cut shirt threatens to show more than is legally possible. Her face is red, as if she's about to burst. Sasuke snorts quietly from beside me while looking into the principal's eyes like he's got nothing to worry about. On the inside, I'm totally freaking out. She's going to give us all detention for a month, and he snorts?
Tsunade-sama sighs out of frustration. "Just where do you think you're going?" She scans the trio. "I can see Sasuke doing something like this, but you, Sakura? I thought better of you."
The pinkette bows her head shamefully. "Gomenasai, Tsunade-sama. This is all my fault, don't blame either of them."
My eyes widen at her confession. "But Tsunade-sensei! Sakura didn't make us come. We came willingly, right, Sasuke?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "They threatened me to come. Something about not wanting me to nark."
My jaw dropped to the ground so I am, once again, gaping like a fish. Though I'm beyond pissed, I say nothing in my defense. Sakura is still looking guilty beyond belief, and Sasuke has his emotionless mask on. Tsunade's hard glare weakens as she realizes the state each of us is in. "Alright, I'll let you off the hook this time. However, the three of you will finish detention for today. Sasuke, Ino, you will carry out your previous punishments, got it?" We mumbled 'yes ma'am,' before scurrying off to Ibiki sensei's room.
"S-Sakura!" my voice shouts out between rough pants. I try to push away her arm, but she's too strong. Her grip on my hip is tight enough to leave a bruise. Her other hand is travelling up my shirt, unbuttoning the snaps as she goes. A wet tongue licks the shell of my ear teasingly before that hot mouth takes my ear lobe in and starts nibbling. "Stop! Please!"
Hearing me beg must have got her attention. Sakura nearly pushes me into the wall with how harshly she pulls away from me. Green orbs take in the sight of my unbuttoned shirt and rumpled skirt. I suddenly feel self conscious, so I cross my arms over my lacey bra. Cursing at myself for picking that stupid article of clothing, I turn away from her gaze.
"This is all Sasuke's fault! If he hadn't…Done what he did, we would never be in this mess!" Sakura exclaimed as we walked out of room 203. We pass by the girl's bathrooms once again. This time, she yanks me into the tiled room and slams the door with a force I didn't know she had. She looks at me with a most serious expression, her eyes never leaving mine. "Ino… I love you."
Those three words were what got me into my current dilemma. Two people confessed their love for me in one day; it was almost too much to handle. On top of that, Sakura thought that to be the perfect moment to jump me—while we were still in the girl's bathroom at Konoha High. As much as I've dreamed about her body, going that far while at school was never one of my fantasies.
"Not here… Not now." She looked at me, hurt. I continued, "We're at school. Are you even sure you feel that way for me, Sakura? I want you to be sure." Still, I couldn't meet her intense gaze.
"You're the one, Ino. The one I've been starving myself for. The one you said I was being stupid for. It's all you, Ino. I've known for a while." She pauses contemplatively. "I love you, Ino, I really do."
Something stops me from saying "I love you, too," even though I'm positive that's how I feel for her. She's my best friend, and could be my lover. She's giving herself to me, yet I can't give back. I want to take her, but I can't. Our friendship is fragile, too important to mess with. Through all those years of loving her, I never thought she'd actually think of me in the same way. Now that she does, I'm confused. I never thought that far ahead, and it's biting me in the ass at this very moment.
My heart tells me what to do; I let my conscious lead me through the steps. "I need time." It's cold, yes, but it's the absolute truth. With a last peck on the cheek, I walk away from my best friend. Tears start to fall before I make it out of the building. Voices are calling my name desperately, but I ignore them. Nothing registers to my brain as I walk home in the biting cold of late autumn.
Once home, I feel a wave of heat tear through my skin. Mother calls for me somewhere in the maze of rooms and receives no response. I head straight for my room, practically sprinting up the stairs. On my dresser lies a rarely used box calling my name. Reaching for the red velvet box, I think over the day's events. I know what I'm about to do is the right choice after mulling over the drama in my life.
Cold metal glides over my skin, never stopping or hesitating. The gushing of thick, crimson liquid relieves my mind. The sight is enticing, makes me want even more. I find that I can't stop running the blade over my wrist. Over and over again the slashing goes on.
Authoress' Note: Before I blab on annoyingly, THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! I looked through my email and saw some reviews and was like "Oh hell yes that's a lot of reviews." For me, anyway. SO I decided to post today instead of Wednesday like I was planning. Hope you enjoyed!
I wrote most of this chapter before I posted five and finished it today. It took me FOREVER to think of what to write, so the plot just went down the freaking drain. I'll think up a new one soon. I honestly don't know when the end is coming. I don't think it'll be soon, but who knows? I hope no one is getting bored of this story…
Reviews appreciated! :3
Ja ne!