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Wanting
Ino stood up from her position in front of the large stone and brushed her hair out of her eyes. It was now matted and horribly dirty; she just didn't feel like tending to it at the moment. Once upon a time, though now it felt like so long ago, her hair had been one of the things that Ino treasured most in the world. Now, she would weep to think of all the time she wasted caring for it, but Ino has no more tears left to cry anymore.
Sakura was very understanding. She would bring soup and flowers and anything she thinks that will bring comfort to Ino. Nothing helps though, and everyone was getting desparate.
"Poor Ino," they said, "To be widowed at such a young age. Poor Ino." And with a sad shake of their heads, they would leave Ino alone again.
"If only Shikamaru were here," Ino muttered bitterly, trudging back to the place called 'home.' Strangely, now the place seemed unwelcoming and cold. "Shikamaru would know what to do. He could cheer me up easily." Ino decided to go to Chouji's house since that way, at least she wouldn't be alone in the dark world.
"Chouji?" she called softly, standing in his doorway a few moments later.
There was a gruff answer, and the door of the Akimichi's house swung open. Chouji seemed surprised to see her, but quickly beckoned her in with a motion of his meaty hand. Ino walked into the warm room, feeling more comforted than she had ever since 'the incident' happened.
"Ino...why-?" Chouji was interrupted by Ino's cat like movements as she stripped off some of her outer layers, so that she was only wearing some shorts and a tank top. Ino placed a delicate finger on Chouji's mouth, silencing him. "Chouji...we will talk later. Now, we dance."
Chouji complied, dubious, but unwilling to argue with her. Ino liked this about him. Shikamaru always would mutter, "Too troublesome," instead of obeying her commands.
Hours later, Chouji panted on the floor, gazing at Ino who was still dancing with a haunted look in her eyes. "Ino...why? Why are you here and what are you doing?"
Ino shook her head. "It's Christmas. I wanted to have fun. I want to feel desired again. To be Lust, luring the prey in with sedusive words and moments. It's what I need to survive. Who I want...he's already long gone. What I want...is something that I can never get again until the moon will meet the sun once more."
Chouji closed his mouth. It made sense, but he felt oddly cornered. Like a prey, waiting for the last strike before they die.
Ino smiled. "Let's dance again okay...for Shikamaru to regret in his grave."
A dark fic, eh? My temporary hiatus (although it was never official, but it's been like two months since I last updated) is over. I'll start updating regularly again as well as trying to fit in my other story as well. I'm glad these drabbles seem to be more popular than any other fic I've written.
This was made on the spot in about two minutes. I didn't even know what would happen and how it would end when I started it. I just wanted to write something like this for so long. Yes, it is kind of unappropriate although I did exclude any um...scenes that I felt were not needed to be so detailed. There is underline meaning in this one, and as Kakashi would say: "Look underneath the underneath."
Also as Kakashi would say: Review!
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Kakashi enters: "Sorry I'm late. I got stopped by a stampede of ostriches who were trying to escape and drank coffee..."
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Kakashi re-enters with several new bruises and a large bump on his head: "Anyways, some random person would like for you to review. Happy?"
Kiba: "There actually was a stampede of ostriches. Me and Akamaru saw Shino riding one...He was smiling and laughing."
Akamaru: Barks loudly..
Kiba: "Okay fine. He wasn't laughing, but he was chuckling. And that's the Shino equivalent of laughing hysterically"