Me: I'm SO SORRY EVERYONE! But, please, allow me to entertain the
probability that I have any form of an excuse. I have been writing but the
internet has NOT been working for longer than 5 minutes an hour... well
now it is working and since I am now at summer camp, I'm working on tons of
other projects. This is an arts camp, I'll have you know and there are a
few things I would like to get done, like a painting, a novel, a shirt, a
necklace and a cosplay so yes, it has been hectic... Please forgive me, I
sinerly regret my lack of updates....
Ino: -- Because she's so busy I don't even get to have fun tormenting her... ------
I woke up to a cricket chirp, mumbled voices, both feminine and gruff. I stumbled out of my huge bed. At the age of 5, everything looked oversized. My short locks fell into my eyes and even though I wasn't going to care about appearances this late at night, I decided to stick a clip in my hair to keep it from penetrating my watery eyes. I yawned softly, stretching out my arms, until a tingling sensation grew from my shoulders to my finger tips. My icy eyes scanned the area softly, slowly getting adjusted to the darkness the items in my room started to take form. Stumbling through the room, I groped for a handle. In my palm it was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I paused slightly as the light from downstairs shone. Who was visiting my parents this late? I didn't have a watch, but I could tell it must have been around 2 in the morning. I leaned so far up against the door that I accidentally stumbled forwards, the door creaked open loudly and I felt a small gasp elapse from my lips and a blush kindle on my cheeks.
"Ino-chan? I'm sorry... did we wake you?" My father called to me from bellow the staircase, "Please go back to bed." I, the most curious one, going back to bed would be most likely, utterly ridiculous. Instead, I gathered all my courage and fake swung the door closed. Instead, I forced myself up and peeked my head over the banister, my little hands could hardly fit around them unlike now. I saw another family there, the woman was panting heavily and her cheeks were pale, her eyes watery, and her husband held her close. Next to him stood a small boy who looked up to his mom with fearful eyes. He still wore his the same way as his father, since the day I met him, and this was that day.
"Shikato... my wife is making the herbs as quick as she can, I really do hope she feels better..." My father added in a softer reply to his old time friend. Even though I haven't met Shikamaru yet, they've always been good friends. It was almost terrifyingly scary that their wives even had their children only a day apart. That's right, Shikamaru's only a day older. My mother came rushing out and handed a small jar to Shikato, where he instantly told his wife to drink. My mother always made herb medicines in the form of drinks for easier intake. Shikato caressed his wife's hair gently, the long black wave swept from hiding her face to reveal a strange seal on her forehead. She weakly drank and slowly it faded. The pairs of adults all went into the kitchen forgetting about the boy. I ran down the steps and looked softy at him.
"Why are you sad?" I asked him with a soft look, my hands gripping each other behind my back. He looked at me with the most confused eyes and responded sourly,
"And who are you to ask?" He added, his tone harsh, but even though the words were simple they had a profound touch to them. I guess comebacks were always a talent of his.
"It's okay if you want to cry... It's okay to be scared... my mommy will heal yours..." I took a shot at the relationship he had with her. Right away the small boy nodded his head,
"I am scared..." Responding to this, I smiled innocently and gave him a big hug.
"Don't worry... everything will be okay..."
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I don't remember why that event appeared in my head, why was I thinking about that? I jumped off of my bed at it was already morning. I took out my short hair and brushed it. Ou of pure curiosity, I took my old hair clip and stuck it in, yet my bloodshot eyes and sleep face did not make me look 'oh so cute'. After I changed into a new outfit, I went into the bathroom and threw the clip into the sink, I brushed my hair and put it up in a bun, sighing again. I really wanted to show everyone that I liked wearing short hair far better, still having the same confidence, or some might call it stupidity, of when I was young. I made my way down the same stairs from the dream, I sighed and pressed my hands together, choking on tears. They were coming again. What had made me so upset? I was young and innocent. I slowly walked past the window and noticed suddenly the games would be starting up ridiculously soon. I really didn't want to go, interaction with any human being would be horrible. My only hope was that I wouldn't run into anyone until I got to the arena where the 3rd Chuuin exams took place. The first person I would see today would get to see an uglier side of me. Unfortunately, because I stepped out of the house at the time, I started on the same time schedule as Tenten.
"Hi." I added stiffly, my voice pungent and snappy. I refused to stare at her. Even though I was upset I was not the type to be like Sakura and be a whimpering mutt, bawling to her. When I was upset, I didn't cry, I got pissed.
"Hey... ya know Ino..." Tenten, obviously not getting the tone in my voice, or simply blowing it off as me just cocking an attitude, kept her same upbeat voice, "Ya know, about the dance... are you sure you're going to go with Sasuke, because let's face it..."
"I know." My voice calming a bit. She giggled and shook her head. Sometimes I wish that she knew me from when I was little, she understood my personality so well.
"Well... I was thinking, who are you going to go with?" That fact hit me instantly. Who was I going to go with?
"That... I don't know..." I replied cooly, this was not something that was a problem to deal with while I was in enough turmoil as is.
"How about Shikamaru... I mean you two are good friends and-" She began but in an instant I snapped at her,
"NO!" And stormed off ahead, unfortunately I was paying too little attention to the footsteps that were behind us...
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Me: BWAH! Finnito...
Ino: Took ya long enough (mumbles)
Me: Well... (clears throat) I just hope I haven 't lost all my fans...
Ino: Well if you've kept them, let's hope they're reasonable...
Me: And are any Naruto fans reasonable?
Ino: Nope...
Me: (swallows hard)
Ino: -- Because she's so busy I don't even get to have fun tormenting her... ------
I woke up to a cricket chirp, mumbled voices, both feminine and gruff. I stumbled out of my huge bed. At the age of 5, everything looked oversized. My short locks fell into my eyes and even though I wasn't going to care about appearances this late at night, I decided to stick a clip in my hair to keep it from penetrating my watery eyes. I yawned softly, stretching out my arms, until a tingling sensation grew from my shoulders to my finger tips. My icy eyes scanned the area softly, slowly getting adjusted to the darkness the items in my room started to take form. Stumbling through the room, I groped for a handle. In my palm it was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I paused slightly as the light from downstairs shone. Who was visiting my parents this late? I didn't have a watch, but I could tell it must have been around 2 in the morning. I leaned so far up against the door that I accidentally stumbled forwards, the door creaked open loudly and I felt a small gasp elapse from my lips and a blush kindle on my cheeks.
"Ino-chan? I'm sorry... did we wake you?" My father called to me from bellow the staircase, "Please go back to bed." I, the most curious one, going back to bed would be most likely, utterly ridiculous. Instead, I gathered all my courage and fake swung the door closed. Instead, I forced myself up and peeked my head over the banister, my little hands could hardly fit around them unlike now. I saw another family there, the woman was panting heavily and her cheeks were pale, her eyes watery, and her husband held her close. Next to him stood a small boy who looked up to his mom with fearful eyes. He still wore his the same way as his father, since the day I met him, and this was that day.
"Shikato... my wife is making the herbs as quick as she can, I really do hope she feels better..." My father added in a softer reply to his old time friend. Even though I haven't met Shikamaru yet, they've always been good friends. It was almost terrifyingly scary that their wives even had their children only a day apart. That's right, Shikamaru's only a day older. My mother came rushing out and handed a small jar to Shikato, where he instantly told his wife to drink. My mother always made herb medicines in the form of drinks for easier intake. Shikato caressed his wife's hair gently, the long black wave swept from hiding her face to reveal a strange seal on her forehead. She weakly drank and slowly it faded. The pairs of adults all went into the kitchen forgetting about the boy. I ran down the steps and looked softy at him.
"Why are you sad?" I asked him with a soft look, my hands gripping each other behind my back. He looked at me with the most confused eyes and responded sourly,
"And who are you to ask?" He added, his tone harsh, but even though the words were simple they had a profound touch to them. I guess comebacks were always a talent of his.
"It's okay if you want to cry... It's okay to be scared... my mommy will heal yours..." I took a shot at the relationship he had with her. Right away the small boy nodded his head,
"I am scared..." Responding to this, I smiled innocently and gave him a big hug.
"Don't worry... everything will be okay..."
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I don't remember why that event appeared in my head, why was I thinking about that? I jumped off of my bed at it was already morning. I took out my short hair and brushed it. Ou of pure curiosity, I took my old hair clip and stuck it in, yet my bloodshot eyes and sleep face did not make me look 'oh so cute'. After I changed into a new outfit, I went into the bathroom and threw the clip into the sink, I brushed my hair and put it up in a bun, sighing again. I really wanted to show everyone that I liked wearing short hair far better, still having the same confidence, or some might call it stupidity, of when I was young. I made my way down the same stairs from the dream, I sighed and pressed my hands together, choking on tears. They were coming again. What had made me so upset? I was young and innocent. I slowly walked past the window and noticed suddenly the games would be starting up ridiculously soon. I really didn't want to go, interaction with any human being would be horrible. My only hope was that I wouldn't run into anyone until I got to the arena where the 3rd Chuuin exams took place. The first person I would see today would get to see an uglier side of me. Unfortunately, because I stepped out of the house at the time, I started on the same time schedule as Tenten.
"Hi." I added stiffly, my voice pungent and snappy. I refused to stare at her. Even though I was upset I was not the type to be like Sakura and be a whimpering mutt, bawling to her. When I was upset, I didn't cry, I got pissed.
"Hey... ya know Ino..." Tenten, obviously not getting the tone in my voice, or simply blowing it off as me just cocking an attitude, kept her same upbeat voice, "Ya know, about the dance... are you sure you're going to go with Sasuke, because let's face it..."
"I know." My voice calming a bit. She giggled and shook her head. Sometimes I wish that she knew me from when I was little, she understood my personality so well.
"Well... I was thinking, who are you going to go with?" That fact hit me instantly. Who was I going to go with?
"That... I don't know..." I replied cooly, this was not something that was a problem to deal with while I was in enough turmoil as is.
"How about Shikamaru... I mean you two are good friends and-" She began but in an instant I snapped at her,
"NO!" And stormed off ahead, unfortunately I was paying too little attention to the footsteps that were behind us...
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Me: BWAH! Finnito...
Ino: Took ya long enough (mumbles)
Me: Well... (clears throat) I just hope I haven 't lost all my fans...
Ino: Well if you've kept them, let's hope they're reasonable...
Me: And are any Naruto fans reasonable?
Ino: Nope...
Me: (swallows hard)