Ino is a babe, and I really like her Last design.
She was trying hard and was easy to tell, but again, Rukia was no one to force the blonde say anything she wouldn’t want…covering it that way wasn’t the best thing to do either. The violet eyed simply stared at the young girl as she spoke, she widen her eyes slightly, for she was quite surprised of most of her followed words.
Now that she thought of it, the few encounters she had with Ino were mostly somewhat related to Itachi…or in certain cases, about romantic emotions. Although they never really had the time to formerly introduce themselves.
"Itachi’s fiancée?" she said understanding a few things of their past and very little conversations, "I see" even though the shinobi never really talked about it and much less give any signs of it, she knew it was because of his own behaviour and how he was very private himself, pretty much like his own brother.
"I don’t see how a Literature teacher will help you with an eye infection, but if that makes your soul be at ease then go ahead, Yamanaka." she said deciding to go along with the blonde despise all before crossing her arms, "Congratulations as well."
Had she gone a bit overboard? Well… yes. But when you were in love, you had to step out of your comfort zone and do or say things that other people would think was out of the question.
Ino was probably the only one who took it to the extreme.
It wasn’t a threat or a warning for the young Shinigami. Ino was just… a little concerned. It was so easy for people to lose their heart around Itachi. Yes, it was merely a reminder.
That he belonged to her and no matter how cute or wonderful the other girl was; he was Ino’s.
"Yes," Ino sighed. Why was it that Rukia was always around him, anyway?
But it probably wasn’t her fault. Itachi was a magnet for girls.
"Kuchiki-San," Ino began, deciding she ought to know a bit more about Rukia and not just because she was Itachi’s friend.
"Are you in any clubs at Iwakiri?"
A flicker of amusement.
"I’ll take your word for it." —Shortly after, however, he sighed. "We’re going to have to pay for it, aren’t we?"
She flicked her head, as if the subject was irritating her.
"A shaved head, big muscles, please.”
"I took care of losers like that with my eyes closed. He may be a Quincy, but he’s messing with the wrong shinobi. The last time he attacked, we weren’t prepared for the self-claimed saviour of humanity to target us. But this time, we’ll roast the remaining hair in his own flames. I’m getting sick of pampering to his ego and having him drop threats because he thinks he has so much leverage over you. I say we take action now. I’ll use my jutsu to trap him, you shove him in a genjutsu of eternal torture and we’re sorted. He’ll rue the day he ever tried to pressure a Konoha shinobi to do what he wants.”
"He was spouting out verbal diarrhoea so I took him to the rest room."
He did not still the hand under his shirt. Instead, he casually slipped his hand into her back pocket.
"Right where he belongs, then," he mused. "Did you teach him a good lesson?"
Her lips curled to one side, eyes sharp as she surveyed him with an azure gaze that promised the worst possible defeat.
"As a Vice President of the student government, I only did as much as I needed to. Compared to the state of Sakura’s bullies, I was positively gentle with him."
"Mn," he said, whilst allowing her to play with his hair.
He then offered her an uncertain smile, still not quite comfortable with the entire concept. But… he supposed it had to be okay. He knew that when he was older, he would not have minded his other self fetching something to eat.
They were one and the same.
"Thank you, Ino-san." The smile grew more sincere.
By the time he had had his fill of the baked treats, the child gave in to exhaustion. He chose a particularly sizeable cushion in the living room and promptly fell asleep.
Creating those clones was tiring.
Ino returned not much longer, only to find that the boy had left the kitchen (as well as the jar in a place he could reach it without clones) and was now curled up on a cushion.
Her heart melted at the sight of him. Long eyelashes spread over his cheeks, short fringe flopped to one side and fast asleep.
She noticed that his arms were tightly holding the teddy bear his mother had made. Ino could understand that although he was smiling, clever and polite, he was still just a young kid.
He must miss his parents.
The florist silently made her way over to him with a blanket and put it on top of him, smoothing his hair over his forehead.
Enjoy your peaceful dreams for now.
Their eyes met. Again, he tried to speak- but not a sound escaped him.
—No, no. It was not yet time.
Perhaps he needed a cup of tea.
It was a mistake to look up and see his expression.
He looked like he’s seen a ghost.
Ino casually hid like a ninja.
Definitely, not the right time.
Were words were, admittedly, getting to him. Slowly grating on each of his nerves like a scalpel. But Bazz-B was prepared for it— he had sought out this broad after all. If he could filter out her nonsense there would be a reward to it. Already the fruits of labor were making themselves known. The girl might have claimed intelligence, and argued her misguided point with some degree of sanity, but it was the knowledge she imparted along the way he would grab onto.
“You!" She whirled around at the sound of his voice, eyes pinning him with a glare.
"I don’t want a present from someone like you."
”..lost the fight to a shinobi who was not even prepared or at fifty percent of his strength.”
Itachi was holding back. So was Bazz-B, fighting using only ginto rather than the abilities that established him as one of Yhwach’s strongest soldiers. That same strategy had shown him the Sharingan’s Susano’o, and previously the Tsukyomi. There was more Itachi was concealing from him, then? Good. Now the Heat knew exactly how hard to push him.
"Everyone has a price and a breaking point," he answered. "I have no doubt that he doesn’t want to join the war, but that’s the price of power. Every able bodied human needs to pull their weight. He’ll join us sooner or later, it’s just a matter of what we have to give him." Pointing a finger at her heart, he grinned. "Or take from him."
It was unlikely she’d be scared. At least not for her own safety. The girl claimed to be some sort of warrior, which meant dying was all part of the job. Chances were better that she’d be worried for her precious Uchiha. He’d already lost a lot back in his own world. How much more could he lose?
Time to drive the point home. “Itachi’s already lost this one, Ino. Should have killed me while he had the chance. He’s got too many allies and can’t be everywhere at once. You can tell him I’m going to kill one of them. Might be you, might be his brother. Might just be some random he smiled at once. People are gonna start dying. Casualties of war. Only he can prevent it. Join the Wandenreich or the bodies will keep dropping.”
His reaction surprised her. No righteous indignation? Not even mild irritation at her constant jibes about what a loser he was?
Ino surveyed him cautiously, trying to make sense of his words and reading underneath the underneath- as all ninja were taught to do. She had given him more than enough chances to walk away with his brain and dignity intact. But Bazz-B was just so… relentless.
Why go after someone who wasn’t interested in the offer? How could he guarantee his ranks of Quincy or Sternritter wouldn’t be affected by the addition of someone who was resentful towards them? Ino was certain that if she was enlisted into a war she didn’t want to be a part of, she’d use all her mind techniques to cause discord within their ranks. She’d make animals pillage their supplies and weaken them before the battle even started. Mix arsenic in their cleaning supplies, sedatives in their tea…
Not every battle ended with a bang.
Moreover, she didn’t like that triumphant gleam in his eyes. No doubt, he was plotting something insidious against Itachi.
Her answer came sooner than she thought. So… that was it. Boring.
It would take a lot more than a poorly-veiled threat to scare her. Whilst her countenance was generally cheerful, she had been through more than his mind could imagine. Ino pursed her lips and continued listening to his monologue. How many times had someone threatened her with death? It was really getting quite old.
“Let yours be the first one to drop,” her thumb, index and middle fingers had joined to form an oval, aimed straight at his head.
“Shintenshin no jutsu.”
It was a very good thing that she was guarded when it came to using her family jutsu and so, when she did use it, nobody saw it coming. He would also not remember her presence inside his body so made him walk as far as her range allowed her without breaking the connection, and straight into a bathroom.
That’s where his words belonged.
“Kai!” Ino negated the jutsu just as soon as she had made him press the flush in the toilet.
His massive ego and gravity should help him fall face first into the toilet.
Не описать словами, насколько сильно я люблю её рисовать :з
Красавица Инка <3
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Deceitful illusionist- except hearts don’t lie.
Protected her always. She failed once.
Saw her beauty before she did.