Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

After the last crash, there was a very rapid series of knocks.

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Ino levelled the door a scorching glare.

"What?" Accompanied by another crash. Another plant gone. Another really big mess to clean up.

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He didn't wait.

He opened the door and held up an arm, just in case.

He looked like he was going to ask her what the trouble was, but then he saw the plants.

And the broken pots.

And Ino.

"Sweet Ozma," he said quietly. Whatever oddness that had affected his speech had fled.

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Ino's gaze was flinty as she glanced at him, then back at her plants. Which one was next...?

"What do you want?"

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"I came," he said slowly, "to apologize for missing our time together this Sunday as I was a kitten."

He looked around.

"Now, however, it's come to my attention that something far greater is awry."

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She snorted. "Wouldn't have matter if you were human or not. I wasn't here."

Annnd there went another plant. Crash!

Poor plant.

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He shrugged.

"Good to know," he said, his eye on the recently fallen plant.

"Is there any reason you're acting like a startled monkey?"

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"Would you rather I hurt people?" Ino asked 'sweetly'. "Because that's the other option."

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After he got home from Pixie Dust, Romeo flopped on his bed and groaned at the crashes. He didn't care what kind of wild sex Ino was having -- and he sort of hoped to never think that sentence again -- but she could at least go have it in a hotel.

He tossed a shoe, hard, at the wall between the dorm rooms, hoping Ino would get the message.

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"I know you care about your plants," he said. "That they make you happy.

"And that all depends on the people."

He wasn't afraid of her, not in any way or any capacity. Not because he didn't think she'd act, against and possibly all over him.

He just didn't care.

Every day was a matter of living or dying. Whatever happened, happened.

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Ino's response?

Was to fling a rather large plant at the wall.

Her message clearly being 'Piss. Off.'.

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"I care about some people too," she said, gritting her teeth. "And right now I'd love to kill a few of them."

Viciously.

Over and over again.

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That actually made the wall over Romeo's bed shake, which was new.

"Some people worked today," he shouted. Probably unwisely.

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"Would you? Would you really?"

He looked right at her, green eyes uncharacteristically focused.

"You really want them dead? You really want to feel their flesh and bone give under your hands? Bend and break? Hear them cry, grunt, let out a choked sob before they came back for more? Watch them bleed? You really want to bury them, put them under the ground and leave you with nothing but shards of memory to cut at you every time you see something you would have told them about, or when you realize you have plenty of time since they're not taking up any more of it."

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Like she cared.

He got another plant flung at the wall connecting them. Just because. It was as good a direction as any.

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At the moment? That sounded pretty good to her.

Yeah.

That's how foul her mood was.

"It's not like they seem to care," she said furiously. "If I take up their time or not. So why should I care about them?"

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"I don't know," he said honestly as he closed the door behind himself and leaned on the frame.

He hadn't been judging or even trying to snap her out of things. He'd only been looking for clarification.

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There was a pause, and then the thud of the heaviest book Romeo could find (a leatherbound dictionary) being flung back at the wall.

If he ignored his rapidly building headache, the damage to the paint and the fact his Verona poster was about to fall down from the stress, this was kind of fun.

Edited Date: 2008-04-22 12:24 am (UTC)

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Oh yeah. Fun.

Another plant. Another crash. Another wish that Romeo would just get the hint and leave her alone.

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"So," she asked, flinging another plant violently at the wall. "why shouldn't I want them dead?"

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"I didn't say you shouldn't," he pointed out, though not really pointedly. Gently. He could tell a finicky being as well as the next person.

"I was more concerned about you. And your planets. Though don't worry about the mess. I'll take care of it, all right?"

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Yeah, "taking a hint" was not anything Romeo had ever been especially good at. He tossed his other shoe.

And then, hesitantly because it felt odd to shout this at a wall, added, "Ino? Are you well?"

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"I'm fine." As a plant hit the wall and the pot smashed. Ino was a liar. "And don't bother. I'll do it myself."

Because it was her mess.

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"Fucking fantastic," Ino snarled at the wall. With another plant. Of course.

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