Fanfiction : Naruto - Fairytales
Title: Fairytales.
Type: Fanfiction : Naruto.
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Kishimoto, so you might want to garrotte him for screwing up the show.
Rating: PG15.
Word Count: 596 words.
Summary: Ino hated fairytales. [ Gen ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: Ino-centric this time around, and no Naruto in sight. XD I think I'm getting the hang of writing general stories - it seems like it's good for my soul. Feedbacks are so much love!
fairytales
Ino hated fairytales.
She hated the insipid illustrations of chivalrous knights in shining armours, charming princes on white horses, fierce dragons breathing out flames and ugly witches with evil, evil cackles. She hated the nauseating portrayal of glorious castles, dramatic rescues of damsels-in-distress and the clichéd 'happily ever after's found at the end of every single goddamn story. Because they were nothing but lies; pretty, pretty lies fabricated by mindless fools ignorant of the harsh reality. Because reality hurt. Reality did not have any ‘happily ever after’. It was all lies.
Ino hated lies.
Ino burnt down all those thick, ridiculously-decorated books with fancy letters and worn ribbons the day her father died. He was fond of fairytales, reciting stories after stories to her when he tucked her in at night; years... ages ago. He used to smile a lot when he did so; wide, brilliant smiles that lit up the entire room and made her blush, and Ino couldn't stand the thought of her father's cheerful face forever etched into that dismaying morbid stillness she witnessed on many a dead man. Most of them whom she killed. A few unfortunate comrades as well. She watched the yellowing pages curl into black ashes, and finally wept silent tears. Asuma, Shikamaru and Chouji, standing several steps behind Ino and the remnant of pretty childhood memories, remained respectfully oblivious of falling tears and choked sobs. Ino had always been the more innocent one amongst them.
It's hard to adore those perfect fairytales anymore once Ino started growing up. Those who dreamt of being a shinobi were yanked away from childhood earlier than they should, and that was the first sacrifice that they had to make in preparation for others to come. Ino was one of them, and she had never quite recovered from the shock. Until her team was sent to a B-Class mission and she killed for the first time. The realization sunk in faster than her brain could comprehend; the blow aimed at her neck, wind whistling shrilly as she turned to dodge and the kunai lodged in the attacker’s chest… the crimson liquid staining her new chuunin flak jacket… the impulse to retch… and the sensation of falling, falling, falling…
Did her father die like that too? Did her father’s eyes bulge in surprise and horror when he saw his own blood splattered on his numb limbs? Did his neck snap when he hit the ground? Did he know who killed him?
Shikamaru took half a step forward when Ino started to shake, but was stopped from going further by Asuma’s warning glare.
The fire cackled and flared sinisterly.
Ino marched into the morgue twenty minutes later, her face a blank canvas and eyes carefully dried, and was greeted by the Godaime herself. The Yamanaka Clan was distinguished enough to receive a personal post mortem from the best medical practitioner in the country, though the honour was lost to Ino. The blonde lifted the sterilized white cloth that covered her father (or what was left of him; fire jutsu was always a nasty business) and nodded emotionlessly. From there onwards, it was just a matter of official routine. Papers. Death certificate. Forehead Protector. Letters to (any) living relatives. Funeral. A flurry of condolences from the Hokage, superiors, co-workers, friends etc. More papers. Got drunk and wasted for two whole days. Sobered up and slipped back into active duty. More missions and more killings. It was routine. Everyone died in Konoha. There's no fuckin' 'happy ending's.
Ino hated fairytales. Because they are lies.
Ino hated lies.
END
Edits needed and appreciated.
Type: Fanfiction : Naruto.
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Kishimoto, so you might want to garrotte him for screwing up the show.
Rating: PG15.
Word Count: 596 words.
Summary: Ino hated fairytales. [ Gen ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: Ino-centric this time around, and no Naruto in sight. XD I think I'm getting the hang of writing general stories - it seems like it's good for my soul. Feedbacks are so much love!
fairytales
Ino hated fairytales.
She hated the insipid illustrations of chivalrous knights in shining armours, charming princes on white horses, fierce dragons breathing out flames and ugly witches with evil, evil cackles. She hated the nauseating portrayal of glorious castles, dramatic rescues of damsels-in-distress and the clichéd 'happily ever after's found at the end of every single goddamn story. Because they were nothing but lies; pretty, pretty lies fabricated by mindless fools ignorant of the harsh reality. Because reality hurt. Reality did not have any ‘happily ever after’. It was all lies.
Ino hated lies.
Ino burnt down all those thick, ridiculously-decorated books with fancy letters and worn ribbons the day her father died. He was fond of fairytales, reciting stories after stories to her when he tucked her in at night; years... ages ago. He used to smile a lot when he did so; wide, brilliant smiles that lit up the entire room and made her blush, and Ino couldn't stand the thought of her father's cheerful face forever etched into that dismaying morbid stillness she witnessed on many a dead man. Most of them whom she killed. A few unfortunate comrades as well. She watched the yellowing pages curl into black ashes, and finally wept silent tears. Asuma, Shikamaru and Chouji, standing several steps behind Ino and the remnant of pretty childhood memories, remained respectfully oblivious of falling tears and choked sobs. Ino had always been the more innocent one amongst them.
It's hard to adore those perfect fairytales anymore once Ino started growing up. Those who dreamt of being a shinobi were yanked away from childhood earlier than they should, and that was the first sacrifice that they had to make in preparation for others to come. Ino was one of them, and she had never quite recovered from the shock. Until her team was sent to a B-Class mission and she killed for the first time. The realization sunk in faster than her brain could comprehend; the blow aimed at her neck, wind whistling shrilly as she turned to dodge and the kunai lodged in the attacker’s chest… the crimson liquid staining her new chuunin flak jacket… the impulse to retch… and the sensation of falling, falling, falling…
Did her father die like that too? Did her father’s eyes bulge in surprise and horror when he saw his own blood splattered on his numb limbs? Did his neck snap when he hit the ground? Did he know who killed him?
Shikamaru took half a step forward when Ino started to shake, but was stopped from going further by Asuma’s warning glare.
The fire cackled and flared sinisterly.
Ino marched into the morgue twenty minutes later, her face a blank canvas and eyes carefully dried, and was greeted by the Godaime herself. The Yamanaka Clan was distinguished enough to receive a personal post mortem from the best medical practitioner in the country, though the honour was lost to Ino. The blonde lifted the sterilized white cloth that covered her father (or what was left of him; fire jutsu was always a nasty business) and nodded emotionlessly. From there onwards, it was just a matter of official routine. Papers. Death certificate. Forehead Protector. Letters to (any) living relatives. Funeral. A flurry of condolences from the Hokage, superiors, co-workers, friends etc. More papers. Got drunk and wasted for two whole days. Sobered up and slipped back into active duty. More missions and more killings. It was routine. Everyone died in Konoha. There's no fuckin' 'happy ending's.
Ino hated fairytales. Because they are lies.
Ino hated lies.
END
Edits needed and appreciated.