Me: Ino... and Gaara? Hm... I wasn't even considering it... if there
was a triangle it would be more of Shikamaru and Temari. I usually
don't like going beyond the boundaries or the series but...
Ino: No!
Me: grins oh com'on now... it'll be fuuun
Ino: holds up chainsaw no!
Me: Again with the dangerous objects... tsk... I don't know if I should lock you up or just steal all of your weaponry and bring it to school
Ino: O.o And you're worried about ME carrying around dangerous objects...
The rest of the activities faded into a distant blur, I was not really paying attention, nor particularly caring. So far, out of the people who made it to the finals of the Exams, we were the only team that did not win anything so far. It finally came time for the final event, and people were growing tired and hungry. We all waited around for the day to end, and finally these words reached Tsunade's lips.
"Okay. Start!" In a quick glance, a large sheet was pulled up. My only reaction to it was,
"Oh my... god" My eye twitched as I stared at the next contest, which was staring right back at me. I gulped, pushing my fork through the unknown dishes. Everything looked inedible. What was the contest? Well it had to do with part survival training for eating and an eating contest. Yes, I was now thankful, for once, about Chouji's eating compulsion. Thank god, we only had to enter one teammate.
"Now Chouji, remember..." I paused in the middle of my sentence. He already started eating. The idiot was eating so fast I was sure he was going to get a plate that was poisoned, but I guess a good nose like his(when it comes to food) or Kiba's, beats the Sharigan and Byakugan at finding poison first. I was there with Chouji, but our other teammate had vanished. Good, was my only thought. I was glad he was gone. I wasn't going to be here either, but my ear shattering screams lead Chouji to me, and he told me he couldn't find Shikamaru. I decided it wouldn't be fair to leave him all alone so I folded. How ironic that the first event our team won was all thanks to Chouji. Yes, you guessed it, Chouji won and he looked quite content with the meal. As I paraded around in our first victory, Chouji's pride swelled. At least for once I boosted someone's morale instead of knocking it down. I stuck a tongue out at the other people who were trying to make it to tomorrow's competitions, the finals, by winning this event.
I guess I failed to mention that Asuma wasn't there either. He was lately being overly sensitive to Shikamaru I noticed. Why was he getting special treatment? I tried to be happy, but it just didn't feel right. I needed everything to be right again. Our team was slowly vanishing and I could feel the comfort I had grown into die softly. I didn't want to make anyone notice my emotions, but since I'm not very good about hiding how I feel I decided,
"See ya, Chouji." I smiled lightly and waved and he blinked. Probably wonder what caused this sudden leave of mine.
I found myself touring through the mostly empty streets near the flower shop. It was closed. Mom decided to cook and decorate for the adult party which would take place later than evening. I was glad dad let me take part in the games; otherwise, I would have been stuck with my mother setting up her precious little flowers. I suddenly heard footsteps and some very familiar muffled voices. Letting my ever-consistent curiosity take me over, I walked off the main road and hid behind a tree. At this point, I crouched and started crawling forward on my knees, slowly crawling through the bushes, hoping to not make too much sound. I suddenly saw Shikamaru and my eyes lit up. Maybe it was my chance to figure out what was up. A grin crept along my face and I snickered to myself. He turned a bit and looked out into the sky. I then noticed he was holding a bouquet. A bouquet of not the most beautiful flowers, but they had an elegance to them. The yarrow. If only I could remember what they had meant. I heard a more feminine voice come from off to the left where my view was cut off by a stupid twig. I bent my head lower and squinted my eyes. I noticed very blonder hair with a large stick-like thing strapped to her back. It looked like a fan.
Temari. What the hell was she doing there?
I felt myself twitch slightly. What was I doing? I'm not jealous! I heard them speaking for a while, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. I tried to get closer but once I saw him hand her the flowers, I stopped dead in my tracks. Were they... dating? I paused and inhaled deeply. In a sudden outburst, I got up quickly and rushed through the trees, I didn't care if they saw me, but I wanted to disappear like a shadow. I was worried, and all he was doing was getting some alone time with her? Was that it? Was I supposed to worry that I might have done something to hurt him, or that he was being so mean lately because of something of actually importance? But shouldn't I be more angry with Shikamaru? I was also angry with Temari. She adjusted to life here so easily! She became friends with Tenten, and even closer with Shikamaru! Was she here to take away my life? But I wasn't close with Shikamaru right? Nor would I ever want to be.
It was at that point I noticed a small group of marigolds laid at the edge of the Hana-ya (flower shop). They were my mother's favorite flowers, and how I hated them. She just sold and planted. I don't think she even remembered the damn meanings the flowers.
So I wouldn't daze off dreaming, I used to look through books of caretaking and meanings of flowers. Pretty silly, I know, but when I came across the marigold, my eyebrow lifted slightly. Under the description of the flower it said, 'Grief, Cruelty and Jealousy'. All the emotions I felt at that very moment that I had been suppressing all came out at once. I bent down early and ripped out the flowers viciously like a wild dog. I sank to my knees and continued to let tears stream from my eyes. Hearing more footsteps coming down the road, I darted to the back door of the shop and took out my necklace with the key on it. I fumbled with it. It was hard to grasp it, my palms sweating. My eyes wavered and my vision became blurry due to the tears. I wiped them away quickly and the door finally swung open. It was dark, not lights were one, but you could see everything clearly enough because the light hit the small shadow panes. Everything was tidy and moderately clean, but it was not of best quality. Out of pure routine I slipped my shoes off and paused to enter the front of the house, where the shop was located. I entered quickly and shuffled through the books section. I was so set on trying to find out what the meanings of those flowers were. I grew angered and looked around the counter. No books. Maybe mom moved them. I was looking thoroughly through the shelves and came across a list my mother always kept to find what was bought when in case of emergencies or to prevent thieveries.
Angrily, I sunk down against the counter panting heavily from pure rage. I twitched slightly and hit my head against the counter.
"Itai!" My mistake. I rubbed it angrily, my head throbbing. I was about to get up when I saw Tenten walking by, talking with Neji who for the most part looked like he was ignoring her, too busy looking at the sky. I rolled slightly to the side so that Tenten, who would most likely glimpse into the window, would not see me. When they finally passed I exhaled deeply, coming across the conclusion, hiding in the hana-ya would not be one of the smarter things. I grabbed a bag of ice as I walked up the creaking wooden stairs, stumbling weakling as I then continued down the hallway. I creaked open my door to my pathetically small room. I laid flat down on my back on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. My eyes traced the faint cracks embedded into the milky-colored ceiling. I felt nothing, and did nothing. All my movements were emotionless, I was in a daze. A confused daze that failed to let me see the Hyacinth flowers lying on my desk.
Me: Read and Review! I'm putting out a lot of stories at once now so whatever story I get more reviews for that chapter, will be the one I write the next chapter first!
Ino: Hey! I know what the meanings of Yarrow and Hyacinth are!
Me: Shuddap! slaps tape over her mouth Shush! It's for the story...
Ino: rants something that is incomprehensible thanks to the tape
Me: I call it writer's liberties, like my cartoonist teacher said, artistic liberties are allow. Draw what you see, not what's there. Otherwise take a picture of it. Ino: rolls eyes Baka...
Me: twitch and re-slaps tape on feh. Stupid ninjustu...
Ino: pulls off the tape It's not called ninjutsu... it's called common sense...
Ino: No!
Me: grins oh com'on now... it'll be fuuun
Ino: holds up chainsaw no!
Me: Again with the dangerous objects... tsk... I don't know if I should lock you up or just steal all of your weaponry and bring it to school
Ino: O.o And you're worried about ME carrying around dangerous objects...
The rest of the activities faded into a distant blur, I was not really paying attention, nor particularly caring. So far, out of the people who made it to the finals of the Exams, we were the only team that did not win anything so far. It finally came time for the final event, and people were growing tired and hungry. We all waited around for the day to end, and finally these words reached Tsunade's lips.
"Okay. Start!" In a quick glance, a large sheet was pulled up. My only reaction to it was,
"Oh my... god" My eye twitched as I stared at the next contest, which was staring right back at me. I gulped, pushing my fork through the unknown dishes. Everything looked inedible. What was the contest? Well it had to do with part survival training for eating and an eating contest. Yes, I was now thankful, for once, about Chouji's eating compulsion. Thank god, we only had to enter one teammate.
"Now Chouji, remember..." I paused in the middle of my sentence. He already started eating. The idiot was eating so fast I was sure he was going to get a plate that was poisoned, but I guess a good nose like his(when it comes to food) or Kiba's, beats the Sharigan and Byakugan at finding poison first. I was there with Chouji, but our other teammate had vanished. Good, was my only thought. I was glad he was gone. I wasn't going to be here either, but my ear shattering screams lead Chouji to me, and he told me he couldn't find Shikamaru. I decided it wouldn't be fair to leave him all alone so I folded. How ironic that the first event our team won was all thanks to Chouji. Yes, you guessed it, Chouji won and he looked quite content with the meal. As I paraded around in our first victory, Chouji's pride swelled. At least for once I boosted someone's morale instead of knocking it down. I stuck a tongue out at the other people who were trying to make it to tomorrow's competitions, the finals, by winning this event.
I guess I failed to mention that Asuma wasn't there either. He was lately being overly sensitive to Shikamaru I noticed. Why was he getting special treatment? I tried to be happy, but it just didn't feel right. I needed everything to be right again. Our team was slowly vanishing and I could feel the comfort I had grown into die softly. I didn't want to make anyone notice my emotions, but since I'm not very good about hiding how I feel I decided,
"See ya, Chouji." I smiled lightly and waved and he blinked. Probably wonder what caused this sudden leave of mine.
I found myself touring through the mostly empty streets near the flower shop. It was closed. Mom decided to cook and decorate for the adult party which would take place later than evening. I was glad dad let me take part in the games; otherwise, I would have been stuck with my mother setting up her precious little flowers. I suddenly heard footsteps and some very familiar muffled voices. Letting my ever-consistent curiosity take me over, I walked off the main road and hid behind a tree. At this point, I crouched and started crawling forward on my knees, slowly crawling through the bushes, hoping to not make too much sound. I suddenly saw Shikamaru and my eyes lit up. Maybe it was my chance to figure out what was up. A grin crept along my face and I snickered to myself. He turned a bit and looked out into the sky. I then noticed he was holding a bouquet. A bouquet of not the most beautiful flowers, but they had an elegance to them. The yarrow. If only I could remember what they had meant. I heard a more feminine voice come from off to the left where my view was cut off by a stupid twig. I bent my head lower and squinted my eyes. I noticed very blonder hair with a large stick-like thing strapped to her back. It looked like a fan.
Temari. What the hell was she doing there?
I felt myself twitch slightly. What was I doing? I'm not jealous! I heard them speaking for a while, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. I tried to get closer but once I saw him hand her the flowers, I stopped dead in my tracks. Were they... dating? I paused and inhaled deeply. In a sudden outburst, I got up quickly and rushed through the trees, I didn't care if they saw me, but I wanted to disappear like a shadow. I was worried, and all he was doing was getting some alone time with her? Was that it? Was I supposed to worry that I might have done something to hurt him, or that he was being so mean lately because of something of actually importance? But shouldn't I be more angry with Shikamaru? I was also angry with Temari. She adjusted to life here so easily! She became friends with Tenten, and even closer with Shikamaru! Was she here to take away my life? But I wasn't close with Shikamaru right? Nor would I ever want to be.
It was at that point I noticed a small group of marigolds laid at the edge of the Hana-ya (flower shop). They were my mother's favorite flowers, and how I hated them. She just sold and planted. I don't think she even remembered the damn meanings the flowers.
So I wouldn't daze off dreaming, I used to look through books of caretaking and meanings of flowers. Pretty silly, I know, but when I came across the marigold, my eyebrow lifted slightly. Under the description of the flower it said, 'Grief, Cruelty and Jealousy'. All the emotions I felt at that very moment that I had been suppressing all came out at once. I bent down early and ripped out the flowers viciously like a wild dog. I sank to my knees and continued to let tears stream from my eyes. Hearing more footsteps coming down the road, I darted to the back door of the shop and took out my necklace with the key on it. I fumbled with it. It was hard to grasp it, my palms sweating. My eyes wavered and my vision became blurry due to the tears. I wiped them away quickly and the door finally swung open. It was dark, not lights were one, but you could see everything clearly enough because the light hit the small shadow panes. Everything was tidy and moderately clean, but it was not of best quality. Out of pure routine I slipped my shoes off and paused to enter the front of the house, where the shop was located. I entered quickly and shuffled through the books section. I was so set on trying to find out what the meanings of those flowers were. I grew angered and looked around the counter. No books. Maybe mom moved them. I was looking thoroughly through the shelves and came across a list my mother always kept to find what was bought when in case of emergencies or to prevent thieveries.
Angrily, I sunk down against the counter panting heavily from pure rage. I twitched slightly and hit my head against the counter.
"Itai!" My mistake. I rubbed it angrily, my head throbbing. I was about to get up when I saw Tenten walking by, talking with Neji who for the most part looked like he was ignoring her, too busy looking at the sky. I rolled slightly to the side so that Tenten, who would most likely glimpse into the window, would not see me. When they finally passed I exhaled deeply, coming across the conclusion, hiding in the hana-ya would not be one of the smarter things. I grabbed a bag of ice as I walked up the creaking wooden stairs, stumbling weakling as I then continued down the hallway. I creaked open my door to my pathetically small room. I laid flat down on my back on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. My eyes traced the faint cracks embedded into the milky-colored ceiling. I felt nothing, and did nothing. All my movements were emotionless, I was in a daze. A confused daze that failed to let me see the Hyacinth flowers lying on my desk.
Me: Read and Review! I'm putting out a lot of stories at once now so whatever story I get more reviews for that chapter, will be the one I write the next chapter first!
Ino: Hey! I know what the meanings of Yarrow and Hyacinth are!
Me: Shuddap! slaps tape over her mouth Shush! It's for the story...
Ino: rants something that is incomprehensible thanks to the tape
Me: I call it writer's liberties, like my cartoonist teacher said, artistic liberties are allow. Draw what you see, not what's there. Otherwise take a picture of it. Ino: rolls eyes Baka...
Me: twitch and re-slaps tape on feh. Stupid ninjustu...
Ino: pulls off the tape It's not called ninjutsu... it's called common sense...