Room 504, Sunday Mid-to-Late Afternoon

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Ino was in a fairly decent mood all things considered. The day had started off rather… rocky, with Liir being angry, but she’d taught him to meditate, then had to deal with the mess of him leaving his body but a visit with A.J. had left her happier.

Now though, she was lying on her bed, hair loose and going through the last few pages of one of Kabuto’s old personal medical notebooks. She’d have to return it when she was done… Ino eyed it. Maybe she wouldn’t finish it today? Put it off…

She huffed. She’d give it back when she felt like it, done or not. Maybe she just wouldn’t tell him she was finished with it. Serve him right, or something.

Turning the last page, her eye caught the inscription on the back cover and she paused, eyes widening. In his neat calligraphy, were the words ‘This book is the property of:’ and his name had a line through it. Her name was written under his.

It wasn’t his notebook anymore. It was hers. Hers. She didn’t have to return it. Was… was this his hint?

Hugging the notebook to her, carefully though so not to damage the pages, Ino rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Her mind attempting to put that together with everything else. Her notebook. Not his.

What did that mean?

[Door is closed but entirely knockable, post is open!]

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"No, I can't!" he snarled. "But I can tell you to keep your nose the hell out of my business. And I'll tell you something else, sweetheart - if it's gonna upset you every time you get reminded I'm screwed, then maybe you should go back to Kabuto, or you're in for a world of upset!"

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She laughed, high and long though it wasn't funny. "You think Kabuto's not messed in the head? He's fucking worse than you! I'm not going to go away, Michael! I don't just drop people when things get hard, even if it makes them hate me! I'm so upset because you don't seem to be trying to fix it!"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"There's no point!" he screamed back at her. "It's what it is - you are who you're brought up!"

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"You are you you work to be!" Ino shrieked, "There's no such thing as no point! Just you being scared to change!"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"I'm not scared of anything!" His eyes were blazing, now... until they suddenly widened in alarm.

Just as all the mirrors in the room exploded.

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Ino's shriek this time had a lot more fear in it than anger. "Get a hold of yourself!"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael was backing away towards the door, pale and visibly shaken.

"This is what happens when I get mad. You see, now? You need to keep away."

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She shook her head furiously, blonde hair flying everywhere. "I won't, I won't, I won't!" This, even though she was pale and wide-eyed.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Then if I hurt you or..." He couldn't finish that, and turned to open the door. "Remember I warned you."

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"It'll take more than getting hurt to drive me off," Ino said, looking at the mess of her hair ties, "Kabuto's messed with my nervous system more than once, knocked me unconscious before too and I'm still around."

She looked at him. "I'm tenacious."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

He wasn't looking at her, though he paused at what she said about Kabuto, obviously considering turning back, but then shook his head slightly.

"On your head be it."

And he was gone, heading for the lonely parts of the shore. He felt the need to expend his power until there was nothing left.

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Ino knelt down, gathering a few elastics in each of her hands and ignoring the way her hands trembled.

"I know what I'm doing," she said quietly, as she began cleaning the mess, "I do."

Trying to convince herself.