The Preserve, Sunday Evening

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Her forehead protector was actually on her forehead, for once. She'd brought her kunai, her wire, and with reluctance left her gun behind. Ino had considered bringing a spear, but she doubted it'd do her any good and so hadn't.

She was... ready to get her ass kicked.

Ino resisted the urge to tug at her bangs. This was stupid. She knew it, Temari knew it, but she hadn't been able to stop it. She wasn't worthless.

That had to be proved even if what she turned out to be worth, in Temari's eyes, was still 'not much'.

Leaning against a tree, she had her eyes closed and was trying to see if she'd sense Temari's approach. Probably not, but she had try.

[For a certain fan-girl.]

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Another quick movement with the fan, reflex mostly.

"Boring. So boring," Temari remarked, finally grabbing for kunai of her own to throw.

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Ino rather wished that she'd brought her gun along. She doubted it would've helped much, but it might have given Temari a moment's pause at least.

Boring, was she?

Rather than continue to move away from Temari, Ino shifted gears and darted towards her.

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Tossing them close enough to actually wing her, but not connect, Temari didn't move away. Backing down wasn't really in the plan.

She moved the fan slightly, preparing for anything.

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Two kunai in quick succession were flung. They weren't meant to connect, just hopefully give her long enough to get close enough to have a chance at this.

Her plan was crazy. She knew it. Shikamaru would probably be facepalming over her again, and Chouji would be wincing. Ino couldn't help it, this was the best she could come up with for now.

She flashed her hands through the seals, faster at them than another other jutsu she knew simply through long familiarity. "Shintenshin no Jutsu!"

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There was the faintest rolling of eyes as the fan snapped open and swung up to knock the brat back.

Over-kill, sure. But that was a dumb move.

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Ino didn't even have a chance to even try to move out of the way, her body gone slack and unresponsive as her mind was separated from it.

Her body went flying through the air, landing heavily and just missing a tree.

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"Was that really your best idea at the time?" Temari asked fluttering the fan once to get a good feel for the chakra flowing through it.

Cable knew his weapons.

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Ino?

Would so bitch at that, if she'd actually heard it. But by the time that her spirit found its way back to her body, what Temari had said was long past.

She blinked, nose to the dirt, and tried not to hiss in pain as she came back to herself.

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Temari sat down on her back, fan resting across the brat's shoulders.

"Are you done proving your point?"

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The brat had a name, and would so totally prove that...

Eventually.

Once Temari stopped using her as a seat--and oh, damn, that just made everything hurt worse, not just her pride--or something. Eventually. When she could move again.

"Didn't seem to prove much of anything," Ino said, staring determinedly at the ground in front of her nose and trying not to sound like she was in any pain.

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Temari examined her nails. They needed to be trimmed. "Then why did you even accept?"

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She laughed, a bit raggedly because it hurt to do so and it wasn't funny besides. "Because I couldn't help it."

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"And?"

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"And what?"

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Temari thumped her on the head. "Figure it out, brat."

And stood, brushing her dress off.

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Right. Because she wasn't in enough pain or something. Ino rolled over onto her back and stared up at Temari.

"I have a name."

Because that was totally the thing to insist upon right now. Totally.

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"Yamanaka-brat."

She started off, out of the woods.

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Ino... couldn't find the energy to protest that. Good enough, she supposed. It did have her name in it.

As Temari left she just stared up at the sky, not really seeing anything.