Naruto and Ino: Key to My Heart
Summary: Like magnets, no matter how far they were, they would always be pulled back to one another.
"What do you mean?" Shikamaru was shocked beyond words.
This can't be happening! How? Why? Could it be that she was never dead?He thought as he tried to listen to his friend.
"Her body is gone and my father has no idea where or why someone took it," Kabuto announced a bit aggravated.
"That's so strange," Tenten spoke up, "... She was in the morgue so we know she's dead so she couldn't be the one to just wake up and walk out of there with no one knowing."
Everyone was quiet for a few seconds taking in the new perspective.
"Must be someone who works there," Shino stated looking toward the male with silver hair.
"Possibly," he answered.
"How many times do they check the bodies?" Kin asked interested.
"My father told me every 6 months," Kabuto informed.
"Then she could walk away the day of..." Hinata spoke up but it died down.
"She was checked and pronounced dead," Kabuto stated from his knowledged.
"So..." a meek voice cut through everyone's thought, "... So..." the blonde beauty was shaking where she sat, "... She could be... She..." she was stuttering now and her eyes were wide with fear, "... She could be..."
"Ino," Shikamaru held the shaking blonde in his arms and assured her that everything would be ok in order to comfort her as much as he could.
"Ino," Hinata breathed out concerned as she watch her friend, the confident and passionate one, melt into a puddle of fear.
She smirked at the beauty she saw. The hard work they had put in was finally accomplished and there was nothing to stand in their way. A sly smile crossed her face as she saw the reflection of light bouncing off the cold steel.
She was going to love this and love it even more when it drips with blood. The oozing of the deliciously red liquid dripping from its cold points and hitting the cemented floors, yes she was loving it and she would definitely fulfill her fantasy to reality in blood, lots of it.
Kiba was never the type to shut up and not speak his mind. He was not known to be rational nor helpless. He was the type to be blunt and terribly honest with his boyish charms on the side.
So why was he so quiet now? Why is he not speaking out like he was minutes ago?
Yes maybe Kiba was too honest with his choice of words sometimes and yes maybe he acts before he thought things through, but it doesn't mean he has no heart. His friend, his best friend, wants to wed a woman who he met and actually spoken to a year ago and haven't seen in the last 6 months but that one day only. He questions his blonde friend's motive and his stupidity, but he couldn't help feeling happy, excited, angry, and terrified.
This was his friend who he has known since childhood, a friend who was downright one of the top on his list of special people. He wants the best for his best pal and he was going to go down every avenue to question this woman who has captivated his best friend's heart.
He felt sick. There was just that something was itching the inside of his stomach tickling itself up to his throat. He covered his mouth to hold in the acidic mixture of food. His eyes shift to the restroom where his legs took off. His body bent over the machine that will take the foul smell of what needs to come out away.
He lay on the floor where the coldness of the tile against his forehead was very much welcomed. What was wrong with him? Was it something he ate? He felt alright and healthy, at least before the 10 minutes of gagging.
His lids felt heavy and his body continued to sweat little beads all over his body. He could smell his disgusting breath, but he couldn't get up. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't move anymore as his body went limp along with his lids.
"Daddy," a voice called out softly into the silent room. A frightened face etched into her features as she walked into the dark room. Soft steps could be heard on the wooden floorboards.
"Daddy...?" her soft pink lips emitted as confusion swirled into her emotions. She walked through the temporary living room toward where her father was currently sleeping. The door creaked open as she poked her head through to find no one on the bed. She could tell that the bed was used from the sheets flung to one side and the creases on the sheets. A chill ran down her body causing a slight shiver of her form.
Where was her father? What happened? Was he alright? She questioned hoping and praying that whoever was watching over her would protect those dearest to her. She turned around and headed toward the kitchen hoping that her father just fell asleep while standing, or maybe on the floor looking for his spoon. Her blue eyes twinkled as they started to water. She held in the whimper of fear as she turned the corner and around the counter tops.
To her relief and her spiked anxiousness, her father was not there. She could feel the sadness building up and the undeniable fear reaching her stomach rummaging her tonsils. She knew her father only returned because of her so she felt like it was her fault. If she didn't return, would any of this happen? Would her father be missing? Would threats be made once again? All these terrible fears are overwhelming her and she started to shake uncontrollably until a hand touched her in a comforting gentle manner.
That damn shake of hers was not something she does often and it unnerved him. He touched her gently upon her shoulder as a comforting gesture, but she may have thought it differently because she flinched.
"Ino, it's alright," he spoke gently as he took a step closer, "... He'll be okay."
"Sh... Shika...?" she almost questioned with those big eyes of hers.
"It's alright Ino," he tried again and within a split second he was being held tight with sobs and tears against his chest.
"It's alright," he whispered as he held her. Though he repeated those words to her, he was worried and logically knowing that what he was telling her may be wrong.
Lee knew something was wrong. He always has a feeling and this kind was no good at all. All he needed to do was look at her to see it, whether she hid it or not. Though many thought of him as weird and possibly a freak or possibly oblivious, he just accepted himself the way he was with his flaws and all.
"There is something wrong," he crossed his arms and looked at her seriously, "... Talking about it may help you."
"No," she said with no hesitation, "... You wouldn't understand..."
"What makes you think I wouldn't?" he questioned a bit angry.
She stared at him confused and a bit startled. She didn't know what had gotten into him. Why was he all of a sudden assuming things? Why was he acting so serious?
"It's nothing," she started and was going to continue when he stopped her.
"Look," he stated seriously, "... If anything is going to happen," he stared at her intently, "... Forgiveness is hard to give."
She looked at him blankly for a few moments before a small nod was all she could do. Who was this man before her? Where was the Lee she knew?
"If it involves someone we know," he said turning his back on her, "... Make sure your intentions are the right one," and then he walked off.
Lee wasn't going to let his gut feelings be hidden anymore. Ever since Gaara announced that his cousin was coming, a prickling in the inside of his body vibrated every nerve, but he left it alone until now.
Whatever she is planning, he thought determinedly, will not go through.
A light, a bright shining light was what he saw. Was he dead? Was this a dream? Where was he? He blinked a few times looking around him to see anything at all.
"So you're awake?" a voice, female he assumed, spoke out.
"Who... Are you?" he said it raspy from the dryness in his throat.
"Ah... You don't need to know who I am Mr. Yamanaka," she said grinning, "... You're not the one I'm after."
"Then why am I here?" he asked a bit confused, angry, worried, and exhausted.
"You'll find out in due time," she said before she laughed a sinister laugh making Inoichi shiver from where he was.
Kiba was frustrated, okay, maybe he was beyond angry. He was trying to do some thinking but his thoughts would not even stop for his mind to breath.
A sigh fell from his lips as his eyes scrunch together feeling the pain throbbing against his right forehead.
He was trying to find a way to figure this mess out, but the pairs of eyes were glued to him and it made him agitated. Why were they all there and why do they look so angry?
Neji didn't know if this was a good idea, or even a smart one. The blonde boy somehow convinced him to join in ring shopping. He rejected him at first saying that his friend would be better off bringing another friend, possibly a female. The look upon the blues of his friends eyes were pleading and for some reason, without his initial knowledge, he gave in.
So here he stood watching the blonde male chatting away with the salesman on what type of rings we're appropriate and the costs. Neji shook his brunette hair softly contemplating to himself if he should say anything to Hinata about this, or possibly have her surprise with Yamanaka Ino?
He gave off a sigh and crossed his arms above his chest knowing that today was going to be a long, long day.
