intraspective: (shadow dancer)
There was one good thing... )

The sun was slowly rising. )

[Annnd we're done! A million thanks to the ridiculously amazing [livejournal.com profile] need_no_moon for all her help. NFB, NFI. The entire thing can be found here.]
intraspective: (mourning)
The funeral passed... )

Shikamaru stared down... )

Some decisions… )

[NFB & NFI. Many many thanks to the awesome [livejournal.com profile] need_no_moon. Tweaked and altered from manga canon, yo.]
intraspective: (world revolves around us)
'Dude, the smell!' )

Ino spotted the messenger bird first... )

It was almost good to be running.... )

[NFB & NFI due to distance. Preplayed with the insanely stupendous [livejournal.com profile] need_no_moon. Tweaked and altered from manga canon, yo. Please note that there's violence and death in this one.]
intraspective: (civilian)
Things are afoot in Konoha! )

In which Room 504 gets a wake up call... )

And back in Konoha, this time with Ino there... )

[Preplayed with the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] puppy_fair, who was himself, and with the awesomtastic [livejournal.com profile] need_no_moon who spared me having to play a million ninja by myself. Tweaked and stolen from manga canon, lalala. Ino and Zack's bit is FB everything else is NFB due to distance.]
intraspective: (Shintenshin)
Kinjo Sae was a tall leggy brunette with a sway to her hips that drew stares wherever she went. Her chest was nice enough, Ino thought, from the vantage point up in a tree that overlooked the garden where Yamada's mistress liked to spend her afternoons, but it was her legs that got most of the attention.

Warning: Mmmm, possession. )

Everyone she passed saw only Kinjo Sae going about her usual evening, all of them unaware of the ninja wearing the woman like a cloak.

[NFB, NFI, OOC a-okay. Warning: Possession.]
intraspective: (broken doll)
Normally, missions were given out by the desk Chuunin, who marked down which mission scrolls had gone out and which teams were capable of handling each level of missions.

Warning: Dark/disturbing matters being discussed. )

"No further comments," she said, voice far more level than her stomach felt. "Mission accepted."

Reno's voice echoing in her head: You do the job.

[NFB, NFI, OOC a-okay. Warning: Dark/disturbing matters being discussed.]
intraspective: (kunoichi)
Necks were easier... )

[NFI, NFB, OOC a-okay. There’s death in this one, so ‘ware and all that! ^^ ]
intraspective: (kunoichi)
Konoha was a warm contrast to the lack of power and heat in the dorms. That wasn’t why she was shivering though, trying not to, as her thoughts spiraled around her head, over and over. She had to stop shivering, chin up, back straight, hands shaking a bit though she had them clasped behind her back so that they weren’t right there for everyone to see. Had to look professional, had to... be a ninja. All over again.

Baby steps. )

Mission accomplished, then, in more ways than one.
intraspective: (relax)
Ino was really squeaky clean after having spent a good while in the showers getting rid of the jello from class. Now, wearing one of Kabuto's shirts that she'd appropriated, and her hair still damp and clinging slightly to her face, she was curled up on her bed and sorting through the box of pictures her Dad had sent her. She'd left the door open in case of visitors.

Sometimes? Ino really loved her Dad's timing. His letter had mentioned that it was Yondaime-sama's birthday on the 25th, which was tomorrow, and so, Ino wasn't going to sleep until she'd gotten everything arranged to her satisfaction.

She hummed as she set a picture neatly into the album she'd handwavily picked out.

[Open~]
intraspective: (temperance)
Ino woke up and peered around her room. She grinned at the sight of Shikamaru and Chouji both still sleeping then flopped back down on her bed in an attempt to get more sleep. Half an hour later she was still awake and was staring at the ceiling bored out of her mind.

She considered waking them. Then decided she’d be nice and let them sleep. Besides, there was someone she needed to talk to.

Being careful to keep things quiet she got changed and brushed her hair. She was almost out the door when she paused and padded back to her desk. Drawing out a sheet of paper she wrote a quick note.

Gone to see Dad. I feel fine. Don’t worry about me.

She signed it and drew little flowers around the edges, then stuck it on her bed where they’d be sure to notice it. Ino then slipped out of the room.

[Establishy unless the boys feel like waking up and finding the note. Ino is gone.]

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