This time she hadn’t come back with anybody. It was unusual, but probably not all that surprising, given that her mood had been low the whole night. The walk back to her residence was oddly silent, compared to her usual teasing and drunken rambling. Still, a low mood didn’t stop her from making Itachi walk her back, even if the indication was just by the pull of his arm.
The moment her feet were on the welcome mat for the back entrance to her apartment, Ino unlocked the door and turned around to Itachi. At first she refused to even look at him, taking a stout breath in and a longer one out. …Okay. “Hey.” She finally met his eyes, but it was only fleeting. Lashes closed, and the Yamanaka stepped up close, chest against his. She reached a hand up to pull him lower, and closed the space for a simple kiss.
They’d been dancing around this for some time, hadn’t they? For all Ino had used him to secure herself nights with women, she never settled down with any permanent partner. He thought that was the point, as is commonly done between men and women.
But there were a lot of things he didn’t know of, regarding romance.
Tonight is just as much one of those, even as he finds himself leaning in to chase the kiss. She’d always been pleasing to the eye, and maybe there’s something to be said about spending so much time with someone…
He somehow manages to keep his mouth shut about lacking the…parts she usually prefers, reaching out hesitantly with his right hand, to place it on her waist.
–Bad idea to run off from her assigned squad in the first place. It had been a terrible notion for them to separate. The moment they were all off on their own, she’d completely lost track of them. What concern she had on that matter was quickly replaced with whatever the hell she was sensing. Chakra so bold that she didn’t even need to be a sensory type to get a feel of it.
Someone like that, she’d love to fight. It was wandering off in the other direction… she could feel it trailing away. In reaction she took a few steps, and then diverted her attention to another presence, behind her somewhere. Just beyond the clearing, she could see a shadow pass. A shinobi? Another one? All the way out here? She could barely grab a glimpse when the form moved closer, but stopping and asking questions wasn’t really her style. A flurry of shuriken were immediately flung in the direction. It was more of a test than a genuine attack. (Who honestly dies from a shuriken attack in the shinobi world?)
“Fast one, aren’t they, Itachi-san.” Kisame chuckles to himself, tempted to reach into his pack for another set of shuriken, to see just if he could make the enemy dance again. Their first mistake was trying to hunt the pair down– no one had succeeded yet.
Kisame was disappointed some of them had to be let go (the no-kill policy…), but that meant word should spread around, no? Or maybe it was the mercy that was working against them…
“This one’s from your village.” Ex-village, rather. But still, it would be interesting to see Itachi deal with bounty hunters from a place he once called home.
“Leave.” It’s the only thing Itachi tells her, baring red eyes.
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