Ino lovin'
Thought I'd put a little Ino compilation together, a few that I've already written, and one new one XD Ino has got to be one of my favourite kunoichis to write, right up there with emotionally disturbed Sakura and crazy as fuck Anko.
Anyway.
first up,
untitled ino drabble
Just a short character study type drabble.
Wasted
Out of control, alcoholic, libidinous Ino. She gets by with a little help from her friends(/friend) :P
The Last Remains of Team 10
Depressing, deathfic...well, she's got to go somehow, and why not like this? Oh, and it's the second fic, not the first. Just scroll down a little XD
"Shikamaru." Ino didn't say it loud enough. She had always thought that in a moment of extreme panic, in a moment of near death, her vocal chords would stretch and shriek. Instead they seemed to have shrunk and she felt her scream tearing her up inside, clawing it's way up her throat and sticking there.
The woman kept advancing, hands twisting into seals too complex for Ino to even recognize. Ino stepped back, painfully slowly (Run,girl! Do you want to die?).
The woman's tawny eyes flashed, harsh and terrifying. Her face was vivid with rapture, blazing eyes stark on her pale face. Ino swallowed, planting her feet.
(She killed Chouji, isn't there anything you can do?)
Ino felt her eyes widen, flick to the woman's hands. When they touched her she would die. Gone, in a flash of blinding light, no remains to mourn over. Like Chouji. Her throat burned and in the moment, the painful, disorienting moment where the woman was only feet away from her, hands outstretching, Ino drew back her fist, infusing it with chakra just as Sakura had taught her.(slow and steady, her friend had told her, fill it slowly. But Ino didn't bother to be slow and steady this time)
She punched. Hard. All of her hatred,all of her anger charged through her arm. Everything-love, hate, power, weakness-she put it all into the punch. All of her, all of her strength, all of her chakra, all of her mind.
It was like slow motion. Ino felt her fist hit, dead on, felt the delicate bones fracture and splinter and smash(never, never, ever had she been this satisfied before). She felt the blood, already splashing onto her knuckles, crimson on white. She felt something buzzing near her, like electricity. The woman's fingers were inches away from her abdomen.
The woman flew backwards, sailing farther than Ino had even sent anyone before(or maybe even farther than Sakura had). She landed with a dull thud on the ground, legs splaying out at awkward angles and arms twisting and fracturing under her body, head hitting a boulder with a stomach-turning crack.
Ino stepped(fell, almost) back, breathing harsh in her throat, face burning with the effort of standing. She sunk to her knees, collapsing onto the ground. She felt her body shake and seize, and a horrifying moment passed in which she had no control of her body. Then her eyes slid shut, and her mind drifted out of focus. Chouji.
Ino finally kicks some ass. Character death(not her, though.)...clearly I need to find another writing crutch other than mercilessly killing off Team 10. Violent like whoa.
Morbid/sadistic as the above drabble is, it makes me laugh like hell. for some reason.
feedback would be ♥
Ino fic recs would also be ♥
-tallah
thanks for reading!!
Anyway.
first up,
untitled ino drabble
Just a short character study type drabble.
Wasted
Out of control, alcoholic, libidinous Ino. She gets by with a little help from her friends(/friend) :P
The Last Remains of Team 10
Depressing, deathfic...well, she's got to go somehow, and why not like this? Oh, and it's the second fic, not the first. Just scroll down a little XD
"Shikamaru." Ino didn't say it loud enough. She had always thought that in a moment of extreme panic, in a moment of near death, her vocal chords would stretch and shriek. Instead they seemed to have shrunk and she felt her scream tearing her up inside, clawing it's way up her throat and sticking there.
The woman kept advancing, hands twisting into seals too complex for Ino to even recognize. Ino stepped back, painfully slowly (Run,girl! Do you want to die?).
The woman's tawny eyes flashed, harsh and terrifying. Her face was vivid with rapture, blazing eyes stark on her pale face. Ino swallowed, planting her feet.
(She killed Chouji, isn't there anything you can do?)
Ino felt her eyes widen, flick to the woman's hands. When they touched her she would die. Gone, in a flash of blinding light, no remains to mourn over. Like Chouji. Her throat burned and in the moment, the painful, disorienting moment where the woman was only feet away from her, hands outstretching, Ino drew back her fist, infusing it with chakra just as Sakura had taught her.(slow and steady, her friend had told her, fill it slowly. But Ino didn't bother to be slow and steady this time)
She punched. Hard. All of her hatred,all of her anger charged through her arm. Everything-love, hate, power, weakness-she put it all into the punch. All of her, all of her strength, all of her chakra, all of her mind.
It was like slow motion. Ino felt her fist hit, dead on, felt the delicate bones fracture and splinter and smash(never, never, ever had she been this satisfied before). She felt the blood, already splashing onto her knuckles, crimson on white. She felt something buzzing near her, like electricity. The woman's fingers were inches away from her abdomen.
The woman flew backwards, sailing farther than Ino had even sent anyone before(or maybe even farther than Sakura had). She landed with a dull thud on the ground, legs splaying out at awkward angles and arms twisting and fracturing under her body, head hitting a boulder with a stomach-turning crack.
Ino stepped(fell, almost) back, breathing harsh in her throat, face burning with the effort of standing. She sunk to her knees, collapsing onto the ground. She felt her body shake and seize, and a horrifying moment passed in which she had no control of her body. Then her eyes slid shut, and her mind drifted out of focus. Chouji.
Ino finally kicks some ass. Character death(not her, though.)...clearly I need to find another writing crutch other than mercilessly killing off Team 10. Violent like whoa.
Morbid/sadistic as the above drabble is, it makes me laugh like hell. for some reason.
feedback would be ♥
Ino fic recs would also be ♥
-tallah
thanks for reading!!