The only good thing about this qurantine madness in my life...I can update my stories? I mean not good but ya know.
"Repeat after me. "I'm a badass bitch who don't take no shit from nobody."
"Anko, I am not quite sure how this is exactly helping me with my training? I mean I know I'm a badass." Ino replies
"Not until you say that out loud."
Ino looks at Anko, immediately she realizes that the woman is as insane as everyone in the village says she is . "I'm a badass bitch who don't take no shit from nobody."
"I can't hear you Yamanaka." Anko replies.
"I'm a badass bitch who don't take no shit from nobody."
"I still can't hear you!"
"I'm a badass bitch who don't take no shit from nobody!" Ino screams her voice echoing in the training grounds.
Anko smiles "That's more I like it."
Ino blushes as all the other ninja at the training grounds stop what they are doing to turn and look at the source of the disruption. Self consciously she pulls the crop top she is wearing down over her stomach, not that her spandex shorts don't fit well, but to hide the inch that she can still pinch.
"What are you looking at?! Get back to work!" Anko screams angrily.
The rest of the shinobi immediately get back to work, except a familiar black haired boy with a fan on the back of his shirt. He pauses, eyes narrowed obviously irritated by Ino's outburst. Ino sighs defeatedly, she'd made a fool of herself in front of the coolest boy in her class.
Anko notices. "You want his attention you gotta get stronger."
Ino sighs, but a new spark of determination appears. "Okay Anko, what do we need to do?"
Anko rubs the back of hear head sheepishly. "I mean- I didn't really plan that far. I just signed up to teach you to get out of paper work."
"You mean you don't want to train me?!" Ino screams.
"No I do! I just didn't plan this far. You know what, go run some laps while I think of something."
Ino rolls her eyes, finally understanding where Ibiki's and her father's frustrations with the kunochi come from. She is as impulsive as they come, she instantly thinks of Naruto and groans. She complies and begins to run laps.
After her eighth lap running past her jounin teacher an empt stick of dango whizzes in front of her. She gasps and drops to the ground to avoid being hit by the sharp, sticky kabob stick. She looks over just in time to see Anko throw another one. Ino rolls out of the way and jumps to her feet. A third comes and Ino does a back bend, suddenly thankful of all of Hinata's yoga training. She straights up grabbing a kunai from her holster.
"Nope. Only dango sticks!" Anko screams as she throws three more at her.
Ino smirks, ready to preform a trick she's done it so many times it's almost second nature. She steps to the side and catches the dango stick on top of the fleet of dango and throws it back.
Anko smiles and easily sidesteps.
As another stick flies at her, Ino rolls to the ground, picking up as many dango sticks as she can.
"What the hell, Anko! How many of these did you eat?"
Anko laughs. "You know this is my favorite food!"
"When and how did you eat all of these?"
"That's my little secret, Yamanaka."
Ino throws a barage of dango sticks at the purple haired woman. Hoping she distracts the woman long enough, she quickly preforms hand signs, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by Anko who immediately throws more dango sticks at her.
Ino drops the hand signs in favor of dodging once again.
"Come on Ino, you can do better than that!"
Ino narrows her eyes at Anko. Damn I should have done it while we were talking. She throws her remaining dango sticks.
She narrows her eyes, the good thing about the mind hypnosis technique is that it's only three handsigns. The inner-workings of Anko's mind appear before her. Stop throwing dango sticks.
Anko laughs, "Come on Ino, persuade me!"
But that was all Ino needed, "Mind body switch." she whispers to herself. Her body falls to the ground. She can feel her soul travel towards Anko's.
She misses. Fuck she's too far away.
Before Ino can return to her body, Anko has it pinned to the ground with a kunai against her prone body.
"I win"
"Ugh!" Ino groans.
Anko smirks and climbs off Ino. "Not too shabby, Yamanaka. Looks like we need to work on the range of your "Mind body switch"
"What about the Mind Hypnosis?"
"That too. Persuade me a lot more, it wasn't hard for me to push it out of mind."
"But you paused just enough!" Ino cries.
"Do you really think that I, a Tokubetsu Jonin, would fall for that?"
Ino groans and slams her head back on the ground.
"Can we do this in 5 days?"
"We have to." Anko yanks Ino to her feet.
Ino returns home from training with bruises from how frequently her body hit the ground and a pounding headache.
She walks into the kitchen holding her head and digging through the cabinets looking for a painkiller.
"Overdid it, huh?" her father asks sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.
"Huh?" Ino asks turning towards her father. She instantly regrets it as a wave of nausea over takes her.
"When the Yamanaka uses our mind techniques too much and too frequently a migraine is a typical side-effect.
Ino is about to respond, instead she throws up in the kitchen sink.
"I had that happen the first time I overdid it too. Ginger and some tea might help." Inochi stands and grabs a piece of ginger and puts the kettle back on the stove.
"Ugh." Ino groans as she rinses her mouth.
"Go up to bed Ino, make sure the curtains are closed. You'll feel better in a few hours. I'll bring you some tea and your ginger in a few minutes."
Ino nods and stumbles up the stairs, the light from the windows causing the pain to increase more, she would've fallen to her knees if she hadn't been holding on to the railing.
She sloppily closes the curtains and without bothering to remove her dirty training clothes, climbs into her bed, placing a pillow over her face.
Damn, I didn't know that a dango stick could be such a dangerous weapon. Maybe that's why Anko eats so much? To build up an arsenal of sharp wooden sticks? Or she and Genma just have some weird fetish?
A sharp pain flashes behind her eyes. I can't even think? I hate this. Exactly why I need to get stronger.
Her father comes up the stairs shortly and gently removes the pillow from her face, placing a hot cloth on her forehead. She hears him place the tea on her nightstand and gently cox her to eat the ginger. Great, now my father is feeding me. Worst day ever.
"Ino, this was bound to happen eventually. As you grow stronger, you will be able to last longer and preform harder techniques." she winces at the sound of his voice, it's so loud.
"Drink your tea and get some rest. I'll check on your in a little while." her father's weight leaves the bed and the door closes softly.
Ino dreams of the chunnin exams. She is standing where the participants stand, between Shikamaru and Shino, watching the first match take place.
Neji and Naruto. The outcome is obvious, beautiful Neji preforms the Hyuuga Gentle Fist flawlessly, defeating Naruto in a mere five minutes. Only because it takes four minutes to get the Number One Knuckle Headed Ninja with no fashion sense to finish talking and get his point across. She is sure it will end his speech with a signature "Believe it!"
Shino will win with his creepy bugs. Before the match starts, Kabuto will wink at her, causing his sister/teammate to huff. At least that's what she hopes will happen, it'd be worth it to irritate that even creepier puppet of Kabuto's will be invaded with bugs then crawl all over the Suna nin. He will forfeit in terror.
Sasuke-kun would defeat Gaara. Then he would come to the stands and proclaim his love to her.
She doesn't give a fuck about Shikamaru's battle, her heart will be too busy fluttering with love for Sasuke.
Then her battle begins. Dosu and she meets him in the middle of the Arena, he flicks his arm and she is knocked against the wall. He is on her in seconds and stabs her in the chest.
She sits up in bed with a gasp.
To her relief, her headache has vanished. She steps out of bed and walks to the bathroom to take a bath.
Neji Hyuuga is glaring at Hinata, his distractingly pretty cousin is running through the gentle fist movements again.
And again.
And again.
Her form is flawless, flowing from one sequence to another. Damn shame she is so weak though.
He'd overheard his uncle reading over the weekly reports that Kurenai would send in regards to Hinata's progress, or lack there of. The Hyuuga Clan head would read them out loud to the elders- Neji and Hanabi had no qualms when it came to eavesdropping.
"She has made mistakes on missions, only slight ones that were easily remedied. She continues to grow faster with an unparalleled amount of chakara control, better than that of most jounin." His uncle stops to scoff at that statement.
"Hinata is kind and patient, soft spoken, willing to work with her teammates, and follow instruction."
He briefly wonders why Kurenai sends weekly reports to his uncle. Hiashi probably demanded that she send them. Neji assumes that it is because he wants to prove to the Elders that Hinata is under qualified to become the true heiress. The weekly updates are read aloud to the Clan Elders every Tuesday, like a ritual.
He turns to Hanabi. The girl's pale eyes show no emotion- a trait that Hinata doesn't not have. Hinata wears her emotions on her sleeves, those opaque white eyes with a tint of lavender give away everything. Hanabi has a poker face almost as good as his own.
Neji doesn't wait for Hanabi to comment, instead he turns and walks back to the Hyuuga training grounds.
Hinata is nowhere to be found. To his relief neither is her bodyguard, Ko, meaning he can have the training grounds to himself.
Probably training with that damn Yamanaka girl. That girl is so weak. Nothing but a pretty face, it would be a shame to see such beauty ruined
Neji runs through the same sequences that he Hinata ran through, his even more flawless than own. And yet try as his might, his flexibility is not quite on par with that of his weak cousin's.