He had woken from a strange dream.
A somewhat familiar voice called the name repeatedly, her feminine high- pitch ringing continuously in his ears.
'Sasuke! Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun . . .'
Sitting straight back up on his bed, the boy groaned and buried his head. He was clearly awake, yet the voice still haunted him.
'Sasuke . . . kun.'
He covered his ears, trying to block out her voice. Yet her whispers gradually turned louder, echoing in his mind.
Letting out a yell of frustration, he hopped off his bed and tripped over his bed covers which had entwined themselves onto his legs. He fell to the floor, and frowned at the door in front of him.
'Itai . . . why me?'
Yamanaka Ino. Yamanaka Ino. Yamanaka Ino.
Asuma-sensei had told him that Ino was gifted, and he agreed. At least she was better than that pink-haired Uchiha fan . . . yet he knew deep inside him that Sakura had a will so strong that Ino would probably never possess.
A slight knock on the door made the boy jump, and his mother popped her head into his room.
'Shikamaru? I think you're late . . .'
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'Anou . . . sensei?'
Asuma turned to face one of his students, Chouji, who was yawning heavily. It was seven in the morning, and Asuma didn't see why Chouji could still be tired and sleepy even after two hours of intense training. Maybe the boy deserved more?
'Hai, Chouji?'
'I'm hungry.' Asuma took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke at Chouji's direction.
'Get back to work, boy.'
'But I'm hungry!'
'Chouji . . . get back. Now.'
'Sensei -'
A high shriek was heard before Chouji could utter another syllable. 'Chouji! CHOUJI!'
Asuma glanced at his chubby student, and sighed. Ino would deal with it.
Chouji stuck his tongue out at the approaching figure, and Ino arrived, panting, hair unraveled. Her blue eyes were in slits, glaring at Chouji menacingly.
'Chouji . . . we were halfway through training.' Her voice was dangerously soft. 'You left us in the middle of the formation . . .'
Snap.
'. . . WHY? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD WE WORKED TO GET THE TIMING CORRECT? ALL BECAUSE YOU WERE HUNGRY?!'
Chouji stood up straight and frowned. 'But I was!'
'Chouji!' The young shinobi raised her hands in exasperation, and Asuma couldn't help but chuckle. Their fathers had been in the same team before, and were successful. The three children got along well as far as he could tell . . . except for a few misfortunes now and then.
'Ah, what a pain.' They turned to face Shikamaru, who had emerged from the bushes.
Ino seethed in fury at his abnormally calm demeanor. Her entire body started to shake because of the tension, and her fists balled up, knuckles turning white.
Shikamaru glanced at her, and silently took in her image. She was pretty, no doubt. Well, mediocre, yet . . . she made you not want to look away.
Shaking his head as if to shake off irrelevant thoughts, he raised his eyebrows at Chouji.
'Run away again, and I'll label you a sissy, Chouji.'
'ME? Why me?'
'Because you succumb to your stomach way too many times for your own good.'
Ino let her muscles relax, and a smirk grew on her face. That was true; Chouji had always tried to get out of as many things as possible.
Giggling, she punched Chouji on the arm playfully. 'Yeah, fa -'
'Let's go, shall we?'
Shikamaru wiped a sweat drop from his forehead. Ino had nearly said that 'word'.
Ino paused for a fraction of a second, before her mouth turned into a small 'oh'. Asuma-sensei had begun walking ahead of them, and the three children followed his pace, Chouji and Ino arguing at the same time.
Shikamaru couldn't keep his eyes off Ino. Letting them walk a little before him, he walked back to the village, all the time looking at Ino.
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'It's Ino-pig!'
Ino whipped her head around to see a certain pink-haired ninja. She growled and glared at her.
'What now, forehead? Been ditched by Sasuke-kun again, I suppose?' Ino stressed the word 'again' long enough for the other shinobi to glare daggers back.
For half a minute, the two girls stood there, facing each other, Sakura's dark emerald eyes against Ino's icy sapphire ones.
'Well, at least he would LOOK at me!'
'You're pathetic, Haruno, to even THINK that Sasuke-kun would like you!'
'NANI?!'
'It's so like you, really. It's so like you to fantasize about something that would never happen!'
'You . . . URUSEI, pig!'
Sakura pounced on Ino, but Ino stepped back, watching Sakura fall to the floor.
'Pig!'
'Forehead!'
'Pig!'
'Forehead!'
Along the pavement, the rest of Ino's team sweat dropped. Chouji looked up at Shikamaru, who was slightly amused. 'So this is what their usual arguments consists of?'
'Apparently so, Chouji.'
Shikamaru sighed.
Girls.
Such a pain, yet . . . so difficult to forget. Especially her.
Girls . . . Ino and Sakura were talented shinobis, yet . . .
Girls will always be girls.
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Yippee. Another new chapter, sorry for the highly anticipated wait.
To all my reviewers:
Dark Nemesis 7: Aiie, arigatou!
nocturnemint: Niahahha. She won't do anything . . . just yet.
Miiko: Yeah, Mish, they are aren't they. Prolly why I write them.
Andiavas: Lol, thanks. Isn't it kun? I thought san was for females only. Forgive me if my Japanese is bad.
OoshatiElf: Hahahaha! I'll be sure to read yours!
Katie-baka: No it isn't one shot. Lol.
bubbletea4me : Arigatou to you too. XD
Cycladic: 'pulling a Naruto on Ino'........... LOL. I love that phrase. I read your story and commented. . . good story!
LoserFreakPerson: Lol, thankies. Be back for more!
Liika: Thanks!
Hai. I love all of you for reviewing. 10 reviews for a chapter . . . breath- taking. Hope you liked this one. XD
Yours truly, WF.
A somewhat familiar voice called the name repeatedly, her feminine high- pitch ringing continuously in his ears.
'Sasuke! Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun . . .'
Sitting straight back up on his bed, the boy groaned and buried his head. He was clearly awake, yet the voice still haunted him.
'Sasuke . . . kun.'
He covered his ears, trying to block out her voice. Yet her whispers gradually turned louder, echoing in his mind.
Letting out a yell of frustration, he hopped off his bed and tripped over his bed covers which had entwined themselves onto his legs. He fell to the floor, and frowned at the door in front of him.
'Itai . . . why me?'
Yamanaka Ino. Yamanaka Ino. Yamanaka Ino.
Asuma-sensei had told him that Ino was gifted, and he agreed. At least she was better than that pink-haired Uchiha fan . . . yet he knew deep inside him that Sakura had a will so strong that Ino would probably never possess.
A slight knock on the door made the boy jump, and his mother popped her head into his room.
'Shikamaru? I think you're late . . .'
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'Anou . . . sensei?'
Asuma turned to face one of his students, Chouji, who was yawning heavily. It was seven in the morning, and Asuma didn't see why Chouji could still be tired and sleepy even after two hours of intense training. Maybe the boy deserved more?
'Hai, Chouji?'
'I'm hungry.' Asuma took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke at Chouji's direction.
'Get back to work, boy.'
'But I'm hungry!'
'Chouji . . . get back. Now.'
'Sensei -'
A high shriek was heard before Chouji could utter another syllable. 'Chouji! CHOUJI!'
Asuma glanced at his chubby student, and sighed. Ino would deal with it.
Chouji stuck his tongue out at the approaching figure, and Ino arrived, panting, hair unraveled. Her blue eyes were in slits, glaring at Chouji menacingly.
'Chouji . . . we were halfway through training.' Her voice was dangerously soft. 'You left us in the middle of the formation . . .'
Snap.
'. . . WHY? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD WE WORKED TO GET THE TIMING CORRECT? ALL BECAUSE YOU WERE HUNGRY?!'
Chouji stood up straight and frowned. 'But I was!'
'Chouji!' The young shinobi raised her hands in exasperation, and Asuma couldn't help but chuckle. Their fathers had been in the same team before, and were successful. The three children got along well as far as he could tell . . . except for a few misfortunes now and then.
'Ah, what a pain.' They turned to face Shikamaru, who had emerged from the bushes.
Ino seethed in fury at his abnormally calm demeanor. Her entire body started to shake because of the tension, and her fists balled up, knuckles turning white.
Shikamaru glanced at her, and silently took in her image. She was pretty, no doubt. Well, mediocre, yet . . . she made you not want to look away.
Shaking his head as if to shake off irrelevant thoughts, he raised his eyebrows at Chouji.
'Run away again, and I'll label you a sissy, Chouji.'
'ME? Why me?'
'Because you succumb to your stomach way too many times for your own good.'
Ino let her muscles relax, and a smirk grew on her face. That was true; Chouji had always tried to get out of as many things as possible.
Giggling, she punched Chouji on the arm playfully. 'Yeah, fa -'
'Let's go, shall we?'
Shikamaru wiped a sweat drop from his forehead. Ino had nearly said that 'word'.
Ino paused for a fraction of a second, before her mouth turned into a small 'oh'. Asuma-sensei had begun walking ahead of them, and the three children followed his pace, Chouji and Ino arguing at the same time.
Shikamaru couldn't keep his eyes off Ino. Letting them walk a little before him, he walked back to the village, all the time looking at Ino.
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'It's Ino-pig!'
Ino whipped her head around to see a certain pink-haired ninja. She growled and glared at her.
'What now, forehead? Been ditched by Sasuke-kun again, I suppose?' Ino stressed the word 'again' long enough for the other shinobi to glare daggers back.
For half a minute, the two girls stood there, facing each other, Sakura's dark emerald eyes against Ino's icy sapphire ones.
'Well, at least he would LOOK at me!'
'You're pathetic, Haruno, to even THINK that Sasuke-kun would like you!'
'NANI?!'
'It's so like you, really. It's so like you to fantasize about something that would never happen!'
'You . . . URUSEI, pig!'
Sakura pounced on Ino, but Ino stepped back, watching Sakura fall to the floor.
'Pig!'
'Forehead!'
'Pig!'
'Forehead!'
Along the pavement, the rest of Ino's team sweat dropped. Chouji looked up at Shikamaru, who was slightly amused. 'So this is what their usual arguments consists of?'
'Apparently so, Chouji.'
Shikamaru sighed.
Girls.
Such a pain, yet . . . so difficult to forget. Especially her.
Girls . . . Ino and Sakura were talented shinobis, yet . . .
Girls will always be girls.
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Yippee. Another new chapter, sorry for the highly anticipated wait.
To all my reviewers:
Dark Nemesis 7: Aiie, arigatou!
nocturnemint: Niahahha. She won't do anything . . . just yet.
Miiko: Yeah, Mish, they are aren't they. Prolly why I write them.
Andiavas: Lol, thanks. Isn't it kun? I thought san was for females only. Forgive me if my Japanese is bad.
OoshatiElf: Hahahaha! I'll be sure to read yours!
Katie-baka: No it isn't one shot. Lol.
bubbletea4me : Arigatou to you too. XD
Cycladic: 'pulling a Naruto on Ino'........... LOL. I love that phrase. I read your story and commented. . . good story!
LoserFreakPerson: Lol, thankies. Be back for more!
Liika: Thanks!
Hai. I love all of you for reviewing. 10 reviews for a chapter . . . breath- taking. Hope you liked this one. XD
Yours truly, WF.