Looking down Ino saw Uchiha Sasuke.
Ino stared down at him. He had blood on his cheek. Hers. She retracted her arm and turned to sit with her back resting on the edge. She thought it might be a good idea to leave. But he would probably leave. Right?
Wrong. His shadow cast across her. She tried to ignore him. Well, that plan was totally dissolved when he picked up her bloody arm. He took off the sleeve and started looking at it. After about five minutes she felt his piercing gaze move up to her face.
"Why do you do this?" Sasuke asked flatly. She retracted her arm again and answered, "Because I can." Ino opened her eyes and saw him crouching in front of her. She took her sleeve, pulled it over her painful flesh, and walked over to the opposite side of the building and was about to jump down when she turned and said, "You know there's blood on your face." It was a statement, not a question. He wiped his face with his clean hand while watching her. Ino jumped into the ally and took a shortcut to the back of her shop. She jumped up to her window sill, opened it, and slipped in onto her bed.
She slid it closed and pulled the curtains, not knowing that she just gave her room away to a certain Uchiha. Ino swept up the pieces of the mirror and threw them away. She then grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. Her mother used to say that a bath cleansed the mind and soul. Long baths were useless. Ino preferred showers. The heavy pressure water that poured down on her relaxed her tensed shoulders. She flinched as the burning water touched her arm.
Ino got out, dressed for bed and slumped into the kitchen. She ate some ramen and went up stairs to bed.