Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

After getting Kabuto’s letter last night, all hope Ino had of writing out what was bugging her fled and she’d spent most of the night alternating between ranting at Kusanagi (who hadn’t cared at all) and sleeping fitfully.

Stupid stupid Kabuto.

Either way, it was a relief to be up on the roof and waiting for Cassandra. She wanted to hit someone, and Cassandra was the perfect one to try and hit.

Because Cassandra totally got it.

[Locked to Cassandra! And up early for SP throughout the day.]

Ino, having had a totally awesome day chattering at so many people had still noticed that Kabuto had totally not shown up.

Go figure. She hadn't been kidding when she'd told Cal that Kabuto wasn't a people person. Ino rapped sharply on his door. "Kabuto?"

No answer. Ino rolled her eyes. Like, whatever.

"I'm coming in," she said then, without waiting for an answer, pushed the door open.

"Over-confident, much? Geez," Ino muttered, then took a good look at his room.

He'd mentioned, vaguely, to her that he'd been sending books home. She had not, however, expected it to look so empty. Kusanagi's tank-thing was in the corner still, and his computer was still there... but the room had the odd feel of him being gone.

"This is totally not funny," she said, even though it looked like he was out, as she walked over to the desk. "It's creepy."

Ino glanced at the books, then glanced at them harder when she noticed the titles. He'd mentioned something about him studying portals and such, hadn't he? Right? A sinking feeling started in her stomach as she flipped through them quickly, then glanced at the computer.

"Oh," she said quietly, viciously, "you wouldn't have been that stupid, would you?"

He so would. Ino steeled herself and re-activated his laptop. If it turned out that he'd just gone to the bathroom or something, she'd so owe him, like, a million apologies. If her gut feeling was right though...

She was so chucking his laptop at him the next time she saw him. If she saw him.

It took her awhile to find what she was looking for, but yes, Ino found plenty of more notes--in a short-hand that she couldn't read much of... and another mention of space-time. Another look at the books had her closing the laptop abruptly, suddenly furious, suddenly near tears, knowing what the stupid fucking moron had done.

Kabuto was gone.

And she'd been left behind again. Ino burst into tears. Half anger, half stress, half of everything. He'd promised he wouldn't go. He'd promised her.

And he'd lied.

[Establishy. Room and all within totally modded with permission.]

Ino had freshly brewed tea in a teapot, two cups, several medical textbooks, a notebook with questions scribbled in it, her hairbrush, a change of clothes, and chocolate. A fair bit of chocolate actually, even though he probably wouldn't eat it. She had tea biscuits though if he wanted something. Ino was thoughtful!

Even with the help of a bag it was rather a lot for her to carry all in one trip. So, when she crossed the hall, with the bag slung over her shoulder and carrying the tea and cups on a tray, Ino found herself without a way to knock. Oh well. Too late now. Since her hands were full, she decided on the next best thing.

No, she didn't kick the door.

She flared her chakra instead. Once, twice. Three second pause. Once, twice.

He'd better get the idea and open the stupid door.

[For that boy she likes. Room number shamelessly modded with permission.]

( Liir )

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( Kabuto )

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( Michael )

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( Karal )

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( Anathema )

Ino got back to her room and shut the door with a click and a suspicious glance at Kabuto's door. She would swear that she'd caught sight of him several times today in places that she didn't usually see him. That, coupled with Isabel telling her that Jeff had done the radio broadcast last night and that Michael and her had made it on...

She was torn between wondering if she was just being paranoid, or if it was something more. It wasn't like he'd care about what she'd done, right?

[Kabuto's stalkerishness totally modded with permission, and while the door is shut the post is zomg open.]

After class found Ino laying sprawled out on her bed and resisting the urge just to fall asleep. It would totally screw over her regular schedule if she slept now and woke up at, like, one in the morning. Instead, she was trying to study the notebook Kabuto had given her.

She wasn’t retaining much though. Ino buried her head in her arms and sighed. Was it later yet?

Ino left the door open in hopes that someone would stop by and help keep her awake.

[Open!]

Ino wasn't quite asleep, but she was pretty close, sprawled out on her bed and in her pajamas. The little bonsai tree she'd picked up earlier was in a place of honour on her desk and every now and then she'd grin at it, then go back to trying to make her eyes focus on the page of one of the scrolls books her Dad wanted her to read. And consider when, exactly, she was going to give people their presents.

She'd probably actually try and sleep soon - unless someone distracted her.

[For the boyfriend~! Mwha.]

Ino was up, and wasting the time until Kabuto came back to her room by reading her younger self's books and facepalming over the idea that the things in them had ever been difficult to learn.

The door was cracked open a tiny bit, just like she'd promised, and surely it was getting close enough to when he'd be back? A thorough search through her own things proved that she had class first thing in the morning. She figured it might be fun to go, just to see.

Of course, that depended entirely on how tired she was. Hmmm.

[For a certain evil ninja!]

After a handwavy day of training that had left her tired and achy, but in a good mood, Ino was sprawled out on her bed, hair still damp from a shower, and making faces at the latest book she was attempting to read. For something that had the word 'basic' in its title... it wasn't very basic at all.

And the dictionary she was flipping through only helped so much. Geez. She considered writing to the author and complaining about false advertising.

Or maybe she'd just fling it at the wall. The thunk it made was very satisfying.

[Open~!]

A shower had been just the thing after a boring, but cheerful day. Ino was now sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing a pair of leggings and Kabuto’s shirt which was totally hers now and brushing her damp hair. A book was open in front of her and Ino planned to read a bit more of once she was done with her hair. Just a quiet sort of evening.

She’d left her door open though, just in case anyone felt like stopping by.

[Open~]