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Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: Such Sweet Sorrow
Summary: Sequel of Backstabbing Love In the Wheel of Fortune, Sakura tries her luck on men.
AN: Further notes, I'm sorry to say that this story would not include shoujo-ai, yuri, yaoi, incest, slash, bi, or shounen-ai. Sorry to those who wanted them. Enjoy the update!
Misinterpreted: 6:35 am
FWOOSH!
He flew from one giant branch to another, carefully administering his steps on each rough bark, hurriedly trying not to make a single whisper of noise. He had exchanged his robes for a set of black training attire with the red and yellow fire symbol of the Hyuuga Clan. He still wore his black boots, strapping tight for each run he took around the giant training field. He had purposely tucked in his low ponytail into his collar. He would be damned if any of his hair got caught into any of those stupid traps that jinx had set up.
He narrowed his brows into a curve down to his nose bridge, bringing into a strong concentration of each Byakugan dilated white eyes. The veins had marred his smooth cheeks. His lips were taut and unmoving. Everywhere he saw around him were black and white, pushing his chakra into his blind spot. He looked around at every nook and cranny he could speculate. He pounded his foot at every leafy branch, sending himself off like a speeding bullet. Lucky for his eyes, he was able to see all the traps. He had dodged nearly each clear cable wire that had crisscrossed the entire square mile of the forest, each wire that had been masked with unique Genjutsu and hidden well.
Danno was clearly trying to put up both a balance of defense and offense by setting up all these traps. Some even including trenches and ditches shaded by a proper fold of dirt and grass, hiding every mistake possible, backing up every backup, alarmingly masquerading every weak length, all by measuring every calculated surroundings. And he was able to do all these four dozen mathematical ambushes all just to prove he was worth something.
The Hyuuga smiled indignantly.
He should've known better than underestimate Tobio, who is indeed one hell of a traps specialist.
Neji skid to a halt, on one high branch of a tall tree.
It was long way down, surrounded by branches, shadows, and murky landing that a nasty fall from his height could break one's neck and a spine or two. Hell, even death. He turned his activated white eyes across the high area, seeing every mastered tied cable wires, folded sand, dirt, and cuts of each tree bark.
He smirked.
A jinx would always be a jinx.
He lazily took out an oiled kunai from his pouch bag and aimed it at a direct several long yards away from him with perfected target. A soar of rapid sounds was created with the sharp edges of the dagger had cut through the air, right into a shadowed branch. Just then he could see the kunai hit a specific certain wire with a snap.
And Neji could see perfectly of Tobio's hidden form, his face contorted into outrageous shock.
Soon enough, a roar of clashing metals and flying weaponry came forth, every large chopped trunk of some trees smashed with one and other, every tight pull of the cable wires had snapped and broke like a rubber band, every single detailed of the ensnare was completely destroyed. They had crumbled down fast and hastily, smashing down every tree branch with its leaves flying apart like a green shower of ignited trouble and evil, skinning each effort the jinx had put into his work, dropped onto the large clearing down on the murky landing, creating a giant boom!
A vast smoke arose and took over the small part of the forest.
When every trap had fallen on the crumbling mass of ruined chances, Neji shut off his eyes and took a step off the branch and sent his body falling down with grace, his hair coming out of his collar and gliding across the back of his neck with silky movements, every tress in its own long lengths and coffee-hued quality. As the dust fog had cast over, Neji landed on the clearing in front of Tobio's broken experiments. Tobio came out with a gaping mouth and slumped thin shoulders.
"H-How d-did you do THAT?" he cried in astonishment, bending down hastily like a wild man and picked up several kunai off the ground that surrounded the trench, "You just h-had sent ONE kunai a-and i-i-i-it destroyed ALL my TRAPS!"
"My eyes can see everything," Neji replied nonchalantly, standing over the devastated Jounin.
"Well sure! But my traps…" Tobio groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration, "…ah…I spent a lot of my chakra trying to finish this project so I can trap you! I used my super jutsu but THAT sure didn't work—"
"I'm sure you did," Neji whispered, not caring what he had to say, "But I'd like it if you clean up your mess, we need to meet back with Shino and Sakura at the meeting place—"
(Uh oh!)
With a cry, he fell into a pothole.
He had twisted on his heel and touched a sensitive spot of the ground with an absentmindedly placed foot, accidentally collapsing into a weak circle of dirt and fell into one of the ditches Tobio had set up but forgot about. It had happened so fast that even Neji didn't expect it. The rookie stared with amazement, and staggered on his feet to see if Neji was okay. Tobio stood over the dug up deep trench, he saw a conscious hurt heap of dirty Hyuuga anger. With a disgusting spat of dirt and aching leg muscles, the very irritated Branch Member got back up and dusted off his black sleeves.
Oh yeah, not only was he utterly humiliated but Neji was also in one of the bad luck ninja's cultivated holes.
"You saw nothing," he emphasized agitatedly, watching Tobio grinned his biggest grin.
Intermission
The sun had gleamed through the window and burned her pale back, heating the tiny plastic clasps of her camisole straps that itched against her skin. She had worn this bright sapphire blue lace and a pair of pin-striped pajama bottoms with dancing teddy bear patterns, an absolute despicable replica of fashion disaster.
Because blue lace camisole was for sexy stuff and pin-stripe cartoon pants was for funny things, an awful mix of most things! It had always been her number one rule that she had to look good twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and fifty-six days of the year, especially before going to sleep. It was already bad enough she woke up with bad rancid breath and messy hair, it didn't mean she had to look bad in awful sleeping clothes.
No matter how much her fiancé tried to calm her bitchy side of things, he would always make things better by staying overnight.
But not today, oh no not today…
Not only had she had dressed herself so badly to go to sleep, with her equally devastating breath and tangled hair, she was enraged. She watched Shikamaru snooze on and on. With her narrowed cobalt eyes, she watched the slouched back of the sleeping man. She slowly moved her eyes over his possessive grip of the blankets, over his knuckles, up his strong well-muscled arm, to his broad shoulder, to the back of his long neck, to the drool he left on his own pillow he had bought over from his apartment (so he didn't have to drool on her's).
She angrily kept thinking about yesterday, and yesterday was probably the most angry she had felt about Nara Shikamaru. She laced her neatly purple polished nails over the blanket covers. Ino wrenched off the sheets which send Shikamaru off the bed.
(Bang!)
"Ino! Why did the hell did you kick me out of bed!" Shikamaru stood up when the first pounding his already bruised face had taken.
"YOU ARE SUCH A JERK SHIKA-KUN!" She screamed, folding her arms with animatedly teary eyes.
Realization dawned on the sleepyhead.
"…oh god, you're still thinking about yesterday aren't you…?" the Nara lazyass groaned at the shooting pains on his hip.
Her messy hair had changed into sharp ringlets, "WELL YEAH!" Ino exclaimed, angrily.
"Ino…how many times do I have to say sorry…?"
"ABOUT A HUNDRED MORE YOU ROTTEN JERK!"
Well, the readers already know he was too lazy to say anymore.
(You bet cha!)
Shika yawned tiredly, scratching his armpit, "I just forgot about the lunch plans with your parents…I'm sorry, okay?"
"WAH! MY BOYFRIEND IS SO HORRIBLE TO ME!" Ino squealed with her face buried into her pillow.
"Come on Ino-chan…how can I make it up for you…?" Shikamaru groaned, watching horns sprout on Ino's head.
The Yamanaka girl arose from the sheets with blazing eyes.
"Make it up? MAKE IT UP?" Ino growled with intense fierceness, "YOU DITCHED ME! I HAD TO MAKE UP SO MANY EXCUSES FOR YOUR GODDAMN ABSENCE SHIKA-KUN! MY PARENTS WERE UTTERLY WORRIED!"
"Ino—"
"MY DAD WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE! MY MOM WAS ANGRY AT ME! THE DINNER WAS SERVED BUT NO ONE WAS THERE TO ENJOY IT! I WAS HUMILIATED SHIKA-KUN!"
"Ino—"
"SHI-KA-MA-RU! YOU HAVE BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR YOUR TARDINESS! BECAUSE OF YOU I HAD TO POSTPONE! POSTPONE! I NEVER HAD TO DO THAT! I WAS SO HUMILIATED! AH! MY FIANCE IS SO HORRIBLE TO ME! HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME! I FEEL SO USED!"
"INO! WAIT A MINUTE!" Shikamaru yelled over the bitching.
Ino stopped.
He took a breath.
"Look…" He sighed, "…I was tardy because I saw Temari so I went over and said hi…I'm sorry okay? It kind of slipped my mind…"
The blonde stared at him with such pregnant silence, Shikamaru could have bet he left a river of sweat around his bare feet. He gulped when her eyelashes fluttered a bit and she used her to-kill-for violet nails to finger her unbound wheat-blond silky hair. She sniffled, with a large exhale that had the Nara almost run for his life, and had inhaled that had the shadow ninja widen his eyes for the pounding he would be taking.
She lifted up her eyes, "You saw Temari…?"
"Y-Yeah…I guess…"
A rush of blurry tears had blotted Ino's eyes. And that my folks, had Shikamaru panicking so badly.
"You saw another woman and forgot about ME!" Ino wailed.
Uh oh.
Intermission
"They're yelling again?"
Hinata sighed, lowering her white eyes on the speaker phone, "Yeah…"
A soft chuckling went through the machine.
"Geez, what has gotten into them…?"
"I don't know…I'm just happy we don't sound like that," Hinata grinned softly.
"'Yup because we two—" she imagined his fingers point to her then to himself, "—are a hot couple!"
Hinata giggled, snuggling up in her blankets with longing in her voice, "I wish you could spend the night…"
"Sorry koishi, I have a mission with Ero-Sennin…how about next week?"
"…okay," Hinata gave in with a moan of disappointment.
"How's Thickbrows? Has he been healed?"
"Yeah…Sakura is a miracle worker…"
"Oh, that's good."
Hinata's eyelashes fluttered, breathing near the speaker, "Naruto-kun…?"
"Hm?"
A moment's silence. She bit her lip.
"I-I love you…" she whispered serenely.
"Aw, I miss you more."
Her white eyes widened. Did she hear correctly?
"I'll make it up for you, I promise, I just have to do this—" a doorbell in the background rang, "—shoot, he's at the door, I have to go. See you later, okay?"
"Wait! Naruto-kun—"
"Good bye, Hina-chan!"
He hung up.
All Hyuuga Hinata could hear was the low buzz of the speaker phone.
To Be Continued
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