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We have finally arrived in Kirogakure. Took long enough.
I dreamt about Ino again last night. Her eyes were as beautiful as always (they've always been the most noticable thing about her, in my opinion), but it wasn't a happy dream. Usually, when I dream about her, I'm not actually there, just watching her smile and laugh and joke with her friends. Even my subconscious isn't stupid enough to think us ever being in the same room together again on even friendly terms is a realistic fantasy. Most of the time, it's enough that I watch her be happy from a distance, even though most of the time Shikamaru is involved, who I still can't stand. But this time...
We were in the forest somewhere. She was bleeding. And she was afraid. Of me. And for good reason. If the dripping kunai in my hand was anything to judge by, I was the one who hurt her in the first place.
Then I killed her. Easy enough. She isn't as fast as I am. Slit her throat. It wasn't a clean kill. Blood sprayed everywhere. I was covered in it. It dripped into my eyes.
Her hitai-ate lay beside her corpse, soaked in her blood. I took it with me as I walked away, leaving her body behind for scavengers. Her eyes were still beautiful, even in death. But she would never smile again. I had made sure of that.
I don't think I want to dream about Ino anymore.
OOC: And here I finally get back to the Ino Dilemma! Kidoumaru is either one sick puppy or a prophet.
I dreamt about Ino again last night. Her eyes were as beautiful as always (they've always been the most noticable thing about her, in my opinion), but it wasn't a happy dream. Usually, when I dream about her, I'm not actually there, just watching her smile and laugh and joke with her friends. Even my subconscious isn't stupid enough to think us ever being in the same room together again on even friendly terms is a realistic fantasy. Most of the time, it's enough that I watch her be happy from a distance, even though most of the time Shikamaru is involved, who I still can't stand. But this time...
We were in the forest somewhere. She was bleeding. And she was afraid. Of me. And for good reason. If the dripping kunai in my hand was anything to judge by, I was the one who hurt her in the first place.
Then I killed her. Easy enough. She isn't as fast as I am. Slit her throat. It wasn't a clean kill. Blood sprayed everywhere. I was covered in it. It dripped into my eyes.
Her hitai-ate lay beside her corpse, soaked in her blood. I took it with me as I walked away, leaving her body behind for scavengers. Her eyes were still beautiful, even in death. But she would never smile again. I had made sure of that.
I don't think I want to dream about Ino anymore.
OOC: And here I finally get back to the Ino Dilemma! Kidoumaru is either one sick puppy or a prophet.