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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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.