[Mission : Framing Kinjo Sae] Inakadate, Aomori Province, Fire Country, Wednesday Afternoon
Kinjo Sae was a tall leggy brunette with a sway to her hips that drew stares wherever she went. Her chest was nice enough, Ino thought, from the vantage point up in a tree that overlooked the garden where Yamada's mistress liked to spend her afternoons, but it was her legs that got most of the attention.
It disquieted Ino to know that this woman liked plants. She hadn't wanted to know something like that.
Not even two days since the mission briefing and they'd been at the estate for all of six hours. Ino had spent that time studying her target with a close, severe sort of attention to detail that she rarely used outside of missions.
Kinjo Sae had deep brown eyes, lips painted dark red, and cheeks that were rouged just enough to look natural. Her voice was vibrant, and her laugh smooth and appealing. She was an excellent flatterer and was well-liked among the servants for all that she was, after all, only a common-born mistress.
"Mother!" A small girl, four at the most, ran up to Kinjo on sturdy little legs, talking excitedly. Ino settled in her tree, well concealed, and mentally revised her thoughts:
A common-born mistress who had the nerve of being obviously fertile, gorgeous and vivacious, when Yamada's wife was frail, pretty in a sickly way, and midway through another pregnancy. The servants murmured of past miscarriages, and Ino couldn't help but opine that, had someone been paying attention to all of this, that it was no wonder Yamada Miyako had hired Konoha shinobi to deal with the situation.
Nice? No.
But her world had never pretended to be nice. It was almost soothing, that not-niceness, even as she forced herself to ignore the fact that her stomach was still upset.
Nerves, Ino told herself, and proceeded to relegate it to the back of her mind. Nothing mattered right now but the mission.
--
"Are you ready?" Shikamaru asked later, as they watched, like peeping toms, while Kinjo brushed her hair in front of the open window of her suite. Stupid. What a total lack of security. Chouji and Asuma-sensei were making sure no one came by the area. It was time to go.
"I was born ready," Ino quipped, with a toss of her head that showed an arrogance she didn't really feel. She liked Kinjo.
But liking had little to do with this.
He huffed a laugh, so quiet it barely reached her ears. "You'll be fine."
"Of course I will," she said, rolling her eyes and then giving him a quick smile. "Obviously. Look after my body, yeah?" Her hands were already flying through the seals to the mind-transfer--Shintenshin no Jutsu--and, as her body fell, Ino knew Shikamaru would catch her and keep her safe.
That's what teammates were for.
--
Possessing someone was always a bit of a thrill. Ino liked the knowledge that she could take control of someone else. Control them, and they wouldn't even remember it. The way their consciousness fluttered as, on one level, they fought her for control of their own body, was interesting.
Even better, as she tended to win. Many things could be said about Ino-but she almost always, eventually, got her own way.
It made her a brat but that streak of demanding, uncompromising, willfulness had been deliberately cultivated by her father. Yamanaka were supposed to be demanding and stubborn beyond belief. The success of their jutsu, after all, relied on it. On them getting their way.
Kinjo Sae, civilian, didn't stand a chance. Kinjo Sae had been just starting another stroke down her long hair, but it was Ino, in control of Kinjo's body, that finished the stroke.
It was her will that made Kinjo's lips smile, and her will that made the woman's body set the hair brush down and carefully freshen the lipstick she wore. Fire Down Below. Her lips curved into a smile at reading the name on the lipstick.
And it was from Kinjo's mind that Ino picked up further confirmation on how to behave. Getting up, and checking herself out in the mirror to make sure she was presentable for what was supposed to be a seduction, Ino smoothed down the dress that Kinjo wore.
With an impish flirt of Kinjo's hair, Ino blew a kiss at the mirror and left the suite, hips swaying, hair glorious, and smile on her stolen face.
Everyone she passed saw only Kinjo Sae going about her usual evening, all of them unaware of the ninja wearing the woman like a cloak.
[NFB, NFI, OOC a-okay. Warning: Possession.]
It disquieted Ino to know that this woman liked plants. She hadn't wanted to know something like that.
Not even two days since the mission briefing and they'd been at the estate for all of six hours. Ino had spent that time studying her target with a close, severe sort of attention to detail that she rarely used outside of missions.
Kinjo Sae had deep brown eyes, lips painted dark red, and cheeks that were rouged just enough to look natural. Her voice was vibrant, and her laugh smooth and appealing. She was an excellent flatterer and was well-liked among the servants for all that she was, after all, only a common-born mistress.
"Mother!" A small girl, four at the most, ran up to Kinjo on sturdy little legs, talking excitedly. Ino settled in her tree, well concealed, and mentally revised her thoughts:
A common-born mistress who had the nerve of being obviously fertile, gorgeous and vivacious, when Yamada's wife was frail, pretty in a sickly way, and midway through another pregnancy. The servants murmured of past miscarriages, and Ino couldn't help but opine that, had someone been paying attention to all of this, that it was no wonder Yamada Miyako had hired Konoha shinobi to deal with the situation.
Nice? No.
But her world had never pretended to be nice. It was almost soothing, that not-niceness, even as she forced herself to ignore the fact that her stomach was still upset.
Nerves, Ino told herself, and proceeded to relegate it to the back of her mind. Nothing mattered right now but the mission.
--
"Are you ready?" Shikamaru asked later, as they watched, like peeping toms, while Kinjo brushed her hair in front of the open window of her suite. Stupid. What a total lack of security. Chouji and Asuma-sensei were making sure no one came by the area. It was time to go.
"I was born ready," Ino quipped, with a toss of her head that showed an arrogance she didn't really feel. She liked Kinjo.
But liking had little to do with this.
He huffed a laugh, so quiet it barely reached her ears. "You'll be fine."
"Of course I will," she said, rolling her eyes and then giving him a quick smile. "Obviously. Look after my body, yeah?" Her hands were already flying through the seals to the mind-transfer--Shintenshin no Jutsu--and, as her body fell, Ino knew Shikamaru would catch her and keep her safe.
That's what teammates were for.
--
Possessing someone was always a bit of a thrill. Ino liked the knowledge that she could take control of someone else. Control them, and they wouldn't even remember it. The way their consciousness fluttered as, on one level, they fought her for control of their own body, was interesting.
Even better, as she tended to win. Many things could be said about Ino-but she almost always, eventually, got her own way.
It made her a brat but that streak of demanding, uncompromising, willfulness had been deliberately cultivated by her father. Yamanaka were supposed to be demanding and stubborn beyond belief. The success of their jutsu, after all, relied on it. On them getting their way.
Kinjo Sae, civilian, didn't stand a chance. Kinjo Sae had been just starting another stroke down her long hair, but it was Ino, in control of Kinjo's body, that finished the stroke.
It was her will that made Kinjo's lips smile, and her will that made the woman's body set the hair brush down and carefully freshen the lipstick she wore. Fire Down Below. Her lips curved into a smile at reading the name on the lipstick.
And it was from Kinjo's mind that Ino picked up further confirmation on how to behave. Getting up, and checking herself out in the mirror to make sure she was presentable for what was supposed to be a seduction, Ino smoothed down the dress that Kinjo wore.
With an impish flirt of Kinjo's hair, Ino blew a kiss at the mirror and left the suite, hips swaying, hair glorious, and smile on her stolen face.
Everyone she passed saw only Kinjo Sae going about her usual evening, all of them unaware of the ninja wearing the woman like a cloak.
[NFB, NFI, OOC a-okay. Warning: Possession.]