Me: I think I might do a sequel story in the POV of Hinata!
Ino: Joy... -- Well maybe you should think about actually consider WORKING on your fics....
Me: Well, I've been thinking I've always been a fan of first person, and this is turning out pretty fun to write! does a victory dance
Ino: Well you definitely are NOT conceited...
Me: I know! I'm just sooo humble!
Ino: blinks and holds up gun to her head Please... don't stop me...
Me: I won't...
Ino: On second thought.... grins I've got a better idea holds the gun toward me
Me: Kuso... O.o
Undaunted by the 4-minute time limit to hide ourselves, I decided to spend a portion of the time perusing around the woods. The light speckled on my face from the small openings between the leaves. I loved the light speckling softly and the chilly wind rushing through the woods. I've always heard people talk about the perfect weather, but I've never seemed to understand what was so perfect about it. It was so boring. The sun was out, and the air was neither hot nor cold. There were not movements of air, nothing coming from the skies. My two favorite weather conditions were rain and wind. I always loved a good breeze. It felt like it would carry you off somewhere far in the distance. The rain shows that it's okay to cry. I know I must sound pretty lame, but that's what I've always felt and I'm sticking to it!
I closed my eyes and inhaled the gust of wind and embraced it with open arms, unfortunately, it sent me stumbling backwards to bump into something hard.
"Oomph." I looked up to face light blue eyes outlined in heavy black circles, probably created from lack of sleep. I tensed as his eyes bore into me with discomfort. I stepped back quickly and bowed my head,
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I was about to take off in a dash when I heard the boy speak.
"Please... don't." He added simply. In his voice, I heard the cry from an inner child that he was left many times before. I nodded; Gaara of Sand was acting helpless... around me...
"Well we're on separate teams... aren't you going to hide?" I asked slowly. I was fearful of my words, never in my life had I felt so conscious of my words before, but that story Shikamaru told me of him. What he and Naruto saw... being alone with him in a forest was not on my schedule. He was acting so gentle, but I couldn't help but still fear him. I saw him see the fear in my eyes and a coldness swept over him. Wasn't he used to being stared at with such immense fear? Then why did it bother him so much?
"It's a pointless game." He answered with narrowed eyes and I could feel his demon aura. I took a large gulp and stepped forward. I was too afraid to try walk away, too afraid he might try and stop me. I felt the fear of death sweep over me. "Do you know what your purpose in life is?" He asked me softly.
"N...no... I don't think anyone does...." I suddenly felt insecure. How did Gaara, the Gaara who killed people with that confident look in his eyes, that malicious look, turn into this? How could he now have the exact same problem I did? On top of that, why me? I fumbled with my hands, as Hinata would.
"Really?" He turned to me curiously, and for the first time I saw in his eyes not the same fearful eyes I first saw. I was always quickly to judge others I guess... so me, talking to Gaara, was a big thing. He doesn't talk much to anyone I think. I wonder how lonely he is. I felt a bit more comfortable, and slowly, I continued on,
"...and I think it's alright... to not know your purpose. I think we should just live our lives... and not have to decide on what's going to happen in our futures. I don't think being the best at something or the most rich will accomplish something... I think..." I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence before a whistle blew. The four minutes passed and I had no place to hide. We both headed opposite ways, yet he disappeared in a cloud of sand. I sensed Anbu passing overhead. It was funny that they assumed that we would conceal ourselves that me being out in the open, was one of the best places to hide. I flicked my head to the side. There was russling in the bushes. I flipped out a kunai and lowered my eyes. The russling stopped, so slowly I continued on and then started to look around when something jerked at my wrist. I was about to squeal when a hand went over my mouth and I was dragged behind a group of bushes.
"Are you trying to get yourself caught?" A low whisper crept up my spine. I spun around and then looked into Shikamaru's eyes. The aura that left Gaara seemed to latch onto Shikamaru, "I thought you'd be smart enough to hide by now."
"Well... what about you?" I looked crossly at him. His hiding spot was just about as bad as walking around freely. What was the brilliant strategist doing being as idiotic as me?
"I saw you making a fool of yourself." He added with a dull yawn, "I'm bored already... these activities are so bothersome." I glared at him and rolled my eyes,
"What about doing it for the team?" I urged. He paused and for a while we sat in silence. He finally sighed inwardly.
"What team? I don't care, Chouji probably doesn't care and you're the only one that wants to win and it's only because you want to stay close to your Sasuke-kun, right?" He stared out of the corner of his eyes. It bugged me to figure out why he was being like this, I know he didn't like Sasuke, but this was ridiculous!
"Ugh! I don't get you Shikamaru! I thought I understood you, but Chouji was right! I don't! What has gotten into you?" I bursted in a harsh whisper.
"I told you nothing." He mumbled, folding his arms. We sat in utter silence for a few moments until I got up.
"You know what Shikamaru? You're right. I'm too occupied by this." I got up and yawned and blinked at me. I started to wave my arms around before he jerked me back and I stumbled headfirst. Rubbing my head I grumbled angrily. What the fuck was his problem?
"Ino, there's something I need to talk to you about... Alo-" an Anbu cut him off.
"Found you." The Anbu seemed to grin underneath his mask. How could they be having more fun than us? I was generally pissed, why couldn't our team win anything?! I got up and started to walk to the entrance of the woods. The Anbu stared blankly at me, probably wondering as to why I was voluntarily giving up. I stomped off and walked past everyone. For the first time I really hated Shikamaru. I was even more pissed that he couldn't tell me what was wrong. I started to jump and down and yelled loudly out to the sky. I fell to the ground panting and decided not to let Shikamaru get to me. Yet, he continued to nag at me whether I wanted it or not. Atleast, the scream took out some of my anger. It was not my fault I was worried for him and why did he keep bringing up Sasuke? I forgot about the kunai I still held in my hand. My hands grew stiff. I wondered how many more activities I would have to go through with my so called team. I fell to the ground and started to pound the stiffness angrily. Little did I know this was just the beginning.
Me: I created an RPing site with really crappy ass html, so the site design is horrid....
Ino: Why are you telling me this?
Me: Cause you're there...
Ino: Joy... --
Me: And I now have the song motivation stuck in my head due to that amv of Shikamaru...
Ino: That you made... wait a second... I get it... Lousy braggart! You don't even have things to brag about... sticks a buddist's demon repel seal on me.
Me: lowly growls
Ino: Joy... -- Well maybe you should think about actually consider WORKING on your fics....
Me: Well, I've been thinking I've always been a fan of first person, and this is turning out pretty fun to write! does a victory dance
Ino: Well you definitely are NOT conceited...
Me: I know! I'm just sooo humble!
Ino: blinks and holds up gun to her head Please... don't stop me...
Me: I won't...
Ino: On second thought.... grins I've got a better idea holds the gun toward me
Me: Kuso... O.o
Undaunted by the 4-minute time limit to hide ourselves, I decided to spend a portion of the time perusing around the woods. The light speckled on my face from the small openings between the leaves. I loved the light speckling softly and the chilly wind rushing through the woods. I've always heard people talk about the perfect weather, but I've never seemed to understand what was so perfect about it. It was so boring. The sun was out, and the air was neither hot nor cold. There were not movements of air, nothing coming from the skies. My two favorite weather conditions were rain and wind. I always loved a good breeze. It felt like it would carry you off somewhere far in the distance. The rain shows that it's okay to cry. I know I must sound pretty lame, but that's what I've always felt and I'm sticking to it!
I closed my eyes and inhaled the gust of wind and embraced it with open arms, unfortunately, it sent me stumbling backwards to bump into something hard.
"Oomph." I looked up to face light blue eyes outlined in heavy black circles, probably created from lack of sleep. I tensed as his eyes bore into me with discomfort. I stepped back quickly and bowed my head,
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I was about to take off in a dash when I heard the boy speak.
"Please... don't." He added simply. In his voice, I heard the cry from an inner child that he was left many times before. I nodded; Gaara of Sand was acting helpless... around me...
"Well we're on separate teams... aren't you going to hide?" I asked slowly. I was fearful of my words, never in my life had I felt so conscious of my words before, but that story Shikamaru told me of him. What he and Naruto saw... being alone with him in a forest was not on my schedule. He was acting so gentle, but I couldn't help but still fear him. I saw him see the fear in my eyes and a coldness swept over him. Wasn't he used to being stared at with such immense fear? Then why did it bother him so much?
"It's a pointless game." He answered with narrowed eyes and I could feel his demon aura. I took a large gulp and stepped forward. I was too afraid to try walk away, too afraid he might try and stop me. I felt the fear of death sweep over me. "Do you know what your purpose in life is?" He asked me softly.
"N...no... I don't think anyone does...." I suddenly felt insecure. How did Gaara, the Gaara who killed people with that confident look in his eyes, that malicious look, turn into this? How could he now have the exact same problem I did? On top of that, why me? I fumbled with my hands, as Hinata would.
"Really?" He turned to me curiously, and for the first time I saw in his eyes not the same fearful eyes I first saw. I was always quickly to judge others I guess... so me, talking to Gaara, was a big thing. He doesn't talk much to anyone I think. I wonder how lonely he is. I felt a bit more comfortable, and slowly, I continued on,
"...and I think it's alright... to not know your purpose. I think we should just live our lives... and not have to decide on what's going to happen in our futures. I don't think being the best at something or the most rich will accomplish something... I think..." I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence before a whistle blew. The four minutes passed and I had no place to hide. We both headed opposite ways, yet he disappeared in a cloud of sand. I sensed Anbu passing overhead. It was funny that they assumed that we would conceal ourselves that me being out in the open, was one of the best places to hide. I flicked my head to the side. There was russling in the bushes. I flipped out a kunai and lowered my eyes. The russling stopped, so slowly I continued on and then started to look around when something jerked at my wrist. I was about to squeal when a hand went over my mouth and I was dragged behind a group of bushes.
"Are you trying to get yourself caught?" A low whisper crept up my spine. I spun around and then looked into Shikamaru's eyes. The aura that left Gaara seemed to latch onto Shikamaru, "I thought you'd be smart enough to hide by now."
"Well... what about you?" I looked crossly at him. His hiding spot was just about as bad as walking around freely. What was the brilliant strategist doing being as idiotic as me?
"I saw you making a fool of yourself." He added with a dull yawn, "I'm bored already... these activities are so bothersome." I glared at him and rolled my eyes,
"What about doing it for the team?" I urged. He paused and for a while we sat in silence. He finally sighed inwardly.
"What team? I don't care, Chouji probably doesn't care and you're the only one that wants to win and it's only because you want to stay close to your Sasuke-kun, right?" He stared out of the corner of his eyes. It bugged me to figure out why he was being like this, I know he didn't like Sasuke, but this was ridiculous!
"Ugh! I don't get you Shikamaru! I thought I understood you, but Chouji was right! I don't! What has gotten into you?" I bursted in a harsh whisper.
"I told you nothing." He mumbled, folding his arms. We sat in utter silence for a few moments until I got up.
"You know what Shikamaru? You're right. I'm too occupied by this." I got up and yawned and blinked at me. I started to wave my arms around before he jerked me back and I stumbled headfirst. Rubbing my head I grumbled angrily. What the fuck was his problem?
"Ino, there's something I need to talk to you about... Alo-" an Anbu cut him off.
"Found you." The Anbu seemed to grin underneath his mask. How could they be having more fun than us? I was generally pissed, why couldn't our team win anything?! I got up and started to walk to the entrance of the woods. The Anbu stared blankly at me, probably wondering as to why I was voluntarily giving up. I stomped off and walked past everyone. For the first time I really hated Shikamaru. I was even more pissed that he couldn't tell me what was wrong. I started to jump and down and yelled loudly out to the sky. I fell to the ground panting and decided not to let Shikamaru get to me. Yet, he continued to nag at me whether I wanted it or not. Atleast, the scream took out some of my anger. It was not my fault I was worried for him and why did he keep bringing up Sasuke? I forgot about the kunai I still held in my hand. My hands grew stiff. I wondered how many more activities I would have to go through with my so called team. I fell to the ground and started to pound the stiffness angrily. Little did I know this was just the beginning.
Me: I created an RPing site with really crappy ass html, so the site design is horrid....
Ino: Why are you telling me this?
Me: Cause you're there...
Ino: Joy... --
Me: And I now have the song motivation stuck in my head due to that amv of Shikamaru...
Ino: That you made... wait a second... I get it... Lousy braggart! You don't even have things to brag about... sticks a buddist's demon repel seal on me.
Me: lowly growls