Stories painted on Porcelain
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Small drops of water hit the glass as if they could get in to the dark and slightly chilly dwelling. It smelled strongly of copper. Rotten tea leaves. That was what the brownish-green liquid he tasted in his mouth was similar to. He stood from his pace for the last three-hours and poured five teaspoons of sugar into his porcelain mug along with more tea from the kettle.
Sasuke returned to his spot and drained the cracked mug without a second thought. Poison? Drugs? Well, she wasn't drinking any tea...A smash a good meter away from his feet alerted him to the fact that he now held the only cup in the house that wasn't shattered beyond repair. He frowned at the pieces and spreading liquid then raised his gaze to across the room. At least she didn't hit him with it like last time.
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Clank. Tap. Tap-clank. Thud. Clank. Tap. Thump.
"Stop it." He commanded to her. She stared at him as if he just sprouted another head. Then she went back to taping her kunai on the metal bar of the bed she sat on. Tap. Tap. Tap. Thud.
"Stop," he commanded again. Ino lifted herself off the mattress and started towards him. Clank. The chains on her wrist stopped her halfway off the bed. She looked at it and then sank backwards. Thud. If she kept this up, she'd have a lump the size of a baseball on the back of her head. Ino touched the back of her head with her unchained hand, pulled it back, and looked at it. Checking for blood, he decided.
Sasuke held up his cup and stared at it instead of the woman in front of him. Slightly cracked. Painted black with purple clouds on it. The paint had faded and chipped in places. Thud-thump. He glanced in her direction. She had finally stopped and rested on her side. Sasuke put his cup in the sink; sure it would be gone by the time he came back. He checked to make sure Ino hadn't knocked herself unconscious. He pulse had dropped to fifty but she looked at him none the less, unblinking at first.
Sasuke took her kunai with him and left, leaving the window open for the mutt.
It was raining harder than it had been in a while. Kiba noticed. His sweatshirt hood didn't block the pelting water that entirely well. The temperature was unnatural for spring. Forty degrees and raining hard enough to break windows. Defiantly unnatural. Akamaru wined and begged until Kiba let him stay inside.
He has to lock Suki in his house so she didn't fallow him. It was kind of like a few months ago when Ino disappeared. Suki was so distracted Kiba barely finished the mission before she took off in a totally random seeming direction. He followed her of course. He was worried too, but Ino was a former ANBU, as was he, and she could handle herself. He thought Ino went back to the village after 'checking something out'. But he found Suki. And Suki had found Ino. She was in the thickest part of the forest, as if hoping the dense trees and shrubs would keep something away.
Her face was red, like really red. But he took it as being exposed to the cold of winter. She seemed semiconscious, only bringing up a defensive position after he grabbed her arm. Staring at him like a vague memory, she finally dropped her guard and let him pick her up. Suki seemed a little upset but followed him and Akamaru back to the village anyway.
Tsunade kept her in the hospital for the injuries he hadn't even noticed. A few weeks after releasing her, she subscribed a light anti-depressant. He didn't think she need one but still counted her pills from time to time, to make sure she was actually taking them. Which was what he was doing tonight.
Ino's window was open. It was raining and the window was open…? Kiba leaped up to the sill. Dark and fragrant. Fragrant. That's the only word he could think of. Blood, roses, and bad tea, smelly would work, too. There were other scents but he couldn't place them. Kiba slipped on something of the floor. Balancing himself on the table he turned on the lamp. Murky liquid on the floor. It looked like tea mixed with something scarlet. Blood, his gut told him. The pieces of what looked like a cup crunched underfoot and he went to the bathroom. Ino's subscription bottles were on the sink counter along with two other bottles. One said non-aspirin and the other was unmarked. All of them were empty. Maybe she overdosed, or maybe she just finished them and didn't go to get a refill. He checked the tag on her subscription bottles.
She had the refilled last week. He ran his claw through some caked on white stuff on the sink drain. It cracked and a big piece came up. Like she dumped them in the sink then turned in the water. He dropped it back in and walked back into her bedroom. Smelled weird. He could place the smell now. It was like cologne. A dude.
Ino was chained to her bed. He almost passed out. WHAT THA HELL HAPPENED HERE!!!???? At least she's dressed, his conscious pointed out. She seemed to be were the blood was coming from. It caked her arms and the sheets of the bed. Kiba used his chakra to burn through the chains and took her to the hospital.
The nurses weren't surprised to see her again.
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Ino could feel something crawling up her throat even though she was flat on her back. It flowed into her mouth and overwhelmed her taste buds. It tasted coppery but she tried to swallow it. No use. The fluid seeped from between her lips and stained her shirt.
She rolled over on her side and clutched her abdomen, coughing up the fluid so she didn't choke. Ino realized that she was sweating so much her hair was plastered to her skin.
"Ughh."
It really hurts!