Run or Stay
by kiwi4me
She was never like this. She was never the one to hide and stare and watch like a creeper. She was better than this, but every time her eyes saw his form, she would run and hide. She couldn't help it and it unnerved her to no end. How could he cause her to be like this? Be this shy little girl all over again?
She felt anger and confusion.
It was his fault!
She tried, oh did she ever. Her eyes saw him again and she repeated like a mantra in her head to stay. Running away was not an option. She is a kunoichi. She needed to face this problem face forward. But he was inching closer and she was getting more nervous. She could feel her body starting to shiver and she felt the hair on her body begin to stand. She couldn't do it. She had to leave. She ran.
That night she screamed into her pillow.
Maybe it was like this. Maybe she wasn't supposed to know him upfront? Maybe they weren't supposed to be close. She found herself relaxing from the thought and it eased her to know the possibilities of such things.
So when he entered the flower shop, she fought the whimper that wanted to escape her lips. Swallowing the fear and shock, she smiled the best she could. Her mind was swarming with thoughts. What was he doing here? What did he want? Was he buying flowers for someone special?
She watched him carefully as he looked around the shop and stopped from time to time to observe the vibrancy of the flowers. She thought maybe he just needed some time away from everyone and decided to make a stop at the shop. It was a surprise to her, others had done it before.
"Are you afraid of me?" he questioned as his eyes looked to hers.
She found her throat was closing in and she did her best to not let the fear come out of her. It was fear of him. It was fear of him knowing; knowing she chose to run instead of stay; knowing she would rather hide and watch him from afar then to be standing here talking to him.
"No," she managed to say and she was happy it came out calm unlike her feelings.
"Then why do you run?" his eyes were watching her closely and she swore he knew why.
"I had things to do," she said softly looking away from him as she looked to her magazine.
Look anywhere else but him.
"I see," his voice came out soft and she glanced up at him.
He wasn't looking at her, but he wasn't leaving either. She wondered if it was because he didn't get the answer he wanted or maybe he wanted to say more. She found herself biting the bottom of her lips as she tried to stray her thoughts away from the man before her; the man that had caused so much rumbling in her stomach and kept her up late at night with thoughts of him.
He was finally in front of her and this was her chance, her opportunity to just spill her guts and tell him. It wasn't like she would see him again anytime soon. She had to be strong about this. So taking a deep breath, she stood up straight and stared right into his eyes.
"I can't help but run from you," she stated boldly.
His eyes widened slightly before he glanced away and back again.
"Why?" he wondered and she inhaled deeply.
"Because I like you," she finished softly.
She saw him blink and blink before a small smile caught his lips. She found her eyes looking at those lips and her head was starting to get dizzy in his presence.
"You do?" he wanted clarification and it took everything in her to not bolt right then and there.
She nodded as her hands, hidden behind the counter, were squeezing one another to death.
He looked embarrassed from her confession and she can't say she doesn't like that look on his face. She was sure her own face was red judging by the heat she felt against her cheeks.
Could he leave already? It was embarrassing enough to confess and even worse when said person was still there not saying anything. She glanced at the clock and at her surroundings hoping to hint to him that she was working. She shouldn't just be standing and waiting for something. She should be moving.
So that's what she did.
She headed to the back where she brought a bucket of daisies and set it on the back counter. She grabbed her shears and begin cutting. Her back was to him and she really wanted him to leave. To more she thought on it, the more embarrass she felt.
She heard the bell ringed and she thought he had left, but when she turned, he was still there. Why did the bell ring then? She looked around and looked outside to see a little girl at the front door. Her mother had pulled the girl away.
She went back to tending her flowers. She was lost in concentration, until she felt him next to her. She tried her hardest not to shake as she tried cutting the bottom of the stems. She soon felt his hands on hers and she stared in shock. Looking at him, she could see the blush crossing his feature.
"Would you go out with me?" he asked gentlemanly.
"W… what?" Ino was still in shock when he repeated his question.
She nodded slowly and that beautiful smile came to view once more capturing her whole being.
"I'll come after your work is finished," he stated and left a kiss on her cheek.
When he left, she felt herself smiling like an idiot.
Maybe she did right by staying and not running.
Author's Note:
I haven't update in so long. I apologize :(
but I have a poll on my profile asking who the next leading person will be, please take the time to vote :)
love, kiwi4me