I'm so sorry for posting this a THIRD time, but the bold and the story itself was messed up. I'm sorry.
A/N: First Naruto 'story', if that's what you wanna call it. Oneshot, really. xD Makes sense. Rather that than a Mary-sue-like entry into the series like I did FMA. -mumbles- I still regret that dearly. Enjoy. (if possible)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, blah, blah. Does not belong to me. If I did, do you think this would just be on here?
It was too much.
It was always too much. Everytime she was beaten painfully down by his tone, yet she never paid attention to his words. It was probably the reason he hated her with such a passion. She used to think he was playing hard to get... hell, she still did. He would come around, she thought. He's testing me, she decided. She was a fool. Annoying, he had said. He, unintentionally, teased the hormones raging in this young girl's heart.
She enjoyed it, to say the least. Though she would have done anything to feel his arms pressing into her back, embracing her in such a warm way. Protecting her from any danger. Hell, that's all her dreams consisted of. But she had learned to get off just to his stoic tone and stinging obnoxious words.
She once cursed in his presense at the sheer arousing anger of it. She had cursed him, and she made sure she would be punished. In fact, she made one of her teammates hit her. She forgot who, the memoryless bimbo.
She had even once read a story like this. It was a bit gruesome, the main character catching his death from his fangirl. She vowed never to kill her love interest. ...Was it a love interest? It wasn't a crush, she had dismissed that idea long before. Was it simply lust? Was she slowly killing herself in the most painfully emotional way to get the prize in bed?
She blushed at the thought of him in bed, but quickly shook it off, and focused on the weapon resting on her chest. Her hands shook; was she going to go through with this? Her teammates... her sensei... ...Would they cry? No, no... they're men. No prideful man would ever cry, even when he was alone. ...Would they? She silently cursed herself. In this state, she couldn't even distinguish reality from dream, or her strong opinion from questions left unanswered. Long ago, they had passed it off as "Hinata-ism" to question yourself on every single subject. Hey, even Hinata-chan knew it was true at that time.
Shuffles and the occasional groan of impateince came from the next room over. She rolled her eyes, old men playing old games.
The object at her chest dug deeper and deeper as she breathed. At this rate, it was going to break the skin. She braced herself; she had decided to make it quick and painless. She had even made herself motivated, by stealing the weapon from Tenten. Surely if she babied out, she wouldn't live through Tenten's barage of assorted weaponry. Hmph, she might as well open a shop and sell them to criminals on the go for sales that would "make you keel over and die". She giggled at this joke, something Naruto would say...
More shuffles next door, and the opening of a door. She glanced at the weapon on her chest, then at the wide-open door to her right. The footsteps got closer and closer... She needed to finish the job, and now! Surely after he had a talk with her... she'd chicken out!
Wincing, she pushed the weapon infurther. Yet she was inable to break the skin... was fate calling her?
"Hn." A voice grunted. She glanced over slowly, sheepishly.
Shikamaru leaned against the doorframe, looking down at the girl disapprovingly.
"Ino, stop cutting yourself with your alarm clock and let's go to Hokage-sama already."