Naruto: Ino/Sasuke: Can't help falling in love with you [prologue]
Title: Can't help falling in love with you
Author: Never-chan
Fandom: Naruto
Ship: Ino/Sasuke
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto own any of the characters.
Cross posted: _sasuino_, ino_collection
Summary: "Ino - need pickles." Just one of the many horrors currently circulating in Yamanaka Ino's life - oh and that doesn't include setting Uchiha Sasuke on fire.
“Ino, do this - do that. Ino clean up your room, there’s a mess in the bathroom, do the dishes, cook dinner, mop - sweep, dust... I’ve had it!” cried the blonde haired kunoichi, throwing her arms up in the air behind her - unexpectedly there was a loud pained cry behind her.
Instantly the blonde whipped around to face her victim, etched horror appearing on her face when she realized who it was exactly.
“Ah Sasuke-kun I’m so sorry!” wailed Ino, wide eyed as she gaped at the peer she had unintentionally beat. She took a step forward to help him; hunched with one hand gripping his bleeding nose while the other was held up in an attempt to stop her from coming nearer.
“Hn,” was all the dark haired teen managed, though it seemed more strained than his usual responses causing Ino to wince.
“Sasuke...”
“I’m fine” was the rugged response, with a sort of dismissive tone to that caused Ino to halt, and stare at the ground instead.
“H-Hai... gomen nasai” muttered Ino hastily before she turned and bolted the other way, only slowing when she got a couple streets away. Slouching in an alley way face red with embarrassment - she couldn’t believe she just hit the Uchiha Sasuke; the golden child of Konoha, every girl’s dream (even some men) and not to mention one of the top ninja in the village.
And yet, here was clumsy Ino Yamanaka too busy complaining about the increase in her household chores; since her mother and father has made the unexpected announcement of giving her a soon-to-be little sister, 18 years younger than her (completely absurd in her mind, you would think her parents would be to old!) to notice that someone might be walking behind her, let alone Sasuke of all people!
“I’m such an idiot” griped the blonde hiding her burning face in her hands. Now don’t get the wrong impression, she wasn’t one to usually act like this around men, let alone another human being (Christ she wasn’t Hyuuga Hinata - who got flustered at every single thing!) Ino prided the fact that she was a independent, outspoken woman who didn’t lack individuality nor social skills, but lately she found herself doubting that fact.
A year and a half ago, Uchiha Sasuke renowned missing-nin of Konoha, and Orochimaru’s prized pupil returned to the village, after the defeat of both the snake sannin and his elder brother, Itachi.
There was a lot of bad blood hanging in the air, Ino fortunately (depending on how you saw it) missed the most part of it as she had been swamped with her duties between balancing the flower shop (which her father saw fit she should be able to take over soon) as well as her new position in the ANBU interrogation headquarters.
However when she did actually hear of Sasuke’s return, having been released from his prison cell in the Hokage tower and had now been mixing among the villagers most of the conflict had cleared up - and somehow he had graced the good books of everyone, their hostility pushed aside. (Though Ino knew only Sasuke was capable of such a feet, well that and Naruto’s interference.)
Ino hadn’t really seen much of the dark haired teen since then, save the few regrettable run-ins with him. Usually all of them ended in disaster like the one she just experienced. Her last one was a little over three weeks ago when she had lit Sasuke on fire with a jutsu while training. She had avoided the mission hall, get-together’s with her friends, and highly populated areas (though the latter mostly caused by the fangirls) ever since Sakura nearly peed herself over the telephone call they had after the truth came out of Sasuke as to why he had burn marks all over his forearms. (She got her missions exclusively from Tsunade, via scaling the window.)
And now this. (She must underline the horror of it all once more.)
“I’m supposed to be able to make men fall for me, not crumple in pain” whined Ino tearfully, though her self pity session was cut short by the loud buzzing coming from her hip. With an annoyed growl, the blonde reached for her beeper that for the sake of her sanity had muted, a flashing message from her mother’s number bloated the screen.
Ino - need pickles.
“Pickles?” Well its best not to question the mind of the irrationally insane, as Ino had put it for the last six months. However a doctor or even her parents would say otherwise, something corny like the “youthful road to motherhood.” (Being pregnant is so fun.)
Ino rolled her eyes shoving the pager back in her kunai pouch (which she found lacked kunai as of late, because of all the dumb errands she had to partake.) Picking herself up off the alley floor, and dusty her sorry self off. Even though she felt like a complete and utter fool for what had just occurred, she would rather face 1000 of Sasuke’s peeved fangirls, or even Sasuke himself (well maybe not the latter), than have to face her mother’s hormonal induced wrath.
“Life sucks.”
How sad, but true.
TBC
Author: Never-chan
Fandom: Naruto
Ship: Ino/Sasuke
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto own any of the characters.
Cross posted: _sasuino_, ino_collection
Summary: "Ino - need pickles." Just one of the many horrors currently circulating in Yamanaka Ino's life - oh and that doesn't include setting Uchiha Sasuke on fire.
“Ino, do this - do that. Ino clean up your room, there’s a mess in the bathroom, do the dishes, cook dinner, mop - sweep, dust... I’ve had it!” cried the blonde haired kunoichi, throwing her arms up in the air behind her - unexpectedly there was a loud pained cry behind her.
Instantly the blonde whipped around to face her victim, etched horror appearing on her face when she realized who it was exactly.
“Ah Sasuke-kun I’m so sorry!” wailed Ino, wide eyed as she gaped at the peer she had unintentionally beat. She took a step forward to help him; hunched with one hand gripping his bleeding nose while the other was held up in an attempt to stop her from coming nearer.
“Hn,” was all the dark haired teen managed, though it seemed more strained than his usual responses causing Ino to wince.
“Sasuke...”
“I’m fine” was the rugged response, with a sort of dismissive tone to that caused Ino to halt, and stare at the ground instead.
“H-Hai... gomen nasai” muttered Ino hastily before she turned and bolted the other way, only slowing when she got a couple streets away. Slouching in an alley way face red with embarrassment - she couldn’t believe she just hit the Uchiha Sasuke; the golden child of Konoha, every girl’s dream (even some men) and not to mention one of the top ninja in the village.
And yet, here was clumsy Ino Yamanaka too busy complaining about the increase in her household chores; since her mother and father has made the unexpected announcement of giving her a soon-to-be little sister, 18 years younger than her (completely absurd in her mind, you would think her parents would be to old!) to notice that someone might be walking behind her, let alone Sasuke of all people!
“I’m such an idiot” griped the blonde hiding her burning face in her hands. Now don’t get the wrong impression, she wasn’t one to usually act like this around men, let alone another human being (Christ she wasn’t Hyuuga Hinata - who got flustered at every single thing!) Ino prided the fact that she was a independent, outspoken woman who didn’t lack individuality nor social skills, but lately she found herself doubting that fact.
A year and a half ago, Uchiha Sasuke renowned missing-nin of Konoha, and Orochimaru’s prized pupil returned to the village, after the defeat of both the snake sannin and his elder brother, Itachi.
There was a lot of bad blood hanging in the air, Ino fortunately (depending on how you saw it) missed the most part of it as she had been swamped with her duties between balancing the flower shop (which her father saw fit she should be able to take over soon) as well as her new position in the ANBU interrogation headquarters.
However when she did actually hear of Sasuke’s return, having been released from his prison cell in the Hokage tower and had now been mixing among the villagers most of the conflict had cleared up - and somehow he had graced the good books of everyone, their hostility pushed aside. (Though Ino knew only Sasuke was capable of such a feet, well that and Naruto’s interference.)
Ino hadn’t really seen much of the dark haired teen since then, save the few regrettable run-ins with him. Usually all of them ended in disaster like the one she just experienced. Her last one was a little over three weeks ago when she had lit Sasuke on fire with a jutsu while training. She had avoided the mission hall, get-together’s with her friends, and highly populated areas (though the latter mostly caused by the fangirls) ever since Sakura nearly peed herself over the telephone call they had after the truth came out of Sasuke as to why he had burn marks all over his forearms. (She got her missions exclusively from Tsunade, via scaling the window.)
And now this. (She must underline the horror of it all once more.)
“I’m supposed to be able to make men fall for me, not crumple in pain” whined Ino tearfully, though her self pity session was cut short by the loud buzzing coming from her hip. With an annoyed growl, the blonde reached for her beeper that for the sake of her sanity had muted, a flashing message from her mother’s number bloated the screen.
Ino - need pickles.
“Pickles?” Well its best not to question the mind of the irrationally insane, as Ino had put it for the last six months. However a doctor or even her parents would say otherwise, something corny like the “youthful road to motherhood.” (Being pregnant is so fun.)
Ino rolled her eyes shoving the pager back in her kunai pouch (which she found lacked kunai as of late, because of all the dumb errands she had to partake.) Picking herself up off the alley floor, and dusty her sorry self off. Even though she felt like a complete and utter fool for what had just occurred, she would rather face 1000 of Sasuke’s peeved fangirls, or even Sasuke himself (well maybe not the latter), than have to face her mother’s hormonal induced wrath.
“Life sucks.”
How sad, but true.
TBC