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Of Petals and Prodigies
For those that want to read ItaIno nostalgia:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
- When did they hook up? Did you know they were like that? - Everyone probably thinks about us the same way
Bonus:
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
Charles Dickens
I, too, find the flower beautiful in its outward appearance. But a deeper beauty lies concealed within.
Piet Mondrian
Naruto Tribute: Characters [3/5] →Yamanaka Ino (山中いの) Now, you know a cherry blossom is a “sakura”…and the cosmos is an “akizakura”, the prettiest flower of the fall. The real meaning of the word “cosmos” is “harmony”…and it does harmonize with almost everything.
The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.
Fumiko Enchi
So in conclusion:-
Everyone has been writing their goodbye posts, and I have refused to do so for now. As if denying the reality that this blog is no longer as active within the group will somehow make the transition easier. Unfortunately, it has not.
So, I’ll just bite the bullet and say it. I loved this group. I was one of the first few to join and have adored its growth, development and every single rper that I’ve ever had the immense pleasure to write with. All the old muses, to the brand new ones- every single one has given me delightful posts and interactions to read, as well as development. Time with this group has been amazing and I owe it to the mods, particularly the owner, Mel (@prodigyitachi)- who I had the joy to meet this summer, along with the lovely @shunshin-no-shisui. It was one of the highlights of my year.
I will leave this blog open for asks, small rps if people wish to approach this muse, as well as general nostalgia. ;u;
Feel free to contact me on my indie account @mindwalkerninja or here.
Everyone, it has been great. I can’t thank you enough.
-Aini
"Oi, Ino. Open up."
“Shikamaruuu!?” Ino gasped, delighted and surprised that her lazy team mate, of his own volition, was standing at her doorstep. She pulled the door open wider and invited him inside. But not before giving him a fierce hug.
“COME IN!”
“Where have you been? How’s your arm? Why are you here? How’s everything? Have you seen how cute Haku is? He’s learning to sit on his own now and is looking gorgeous- awwhh!”
Go Go, Ichi
Following her finger dumbly, staring at the location she pointed to on the map, he did a double take at the store behind him. She was right, which was a relief but also proved he needed to learn a lot more about maps.
“Heh, guess that was my bad then,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “If it’s not too much trouble, I could probably use a hand getting there. Don’t want to end up at another sports shop.”
“Kurosaki Ichigo,” he added, introducing himself with a smile. “I might need a hand with the flowers too, if you have time. They’re for a girl. I was thinking something yellow?”
Well, this was a different kind of person- a boy that actually acknowledged his mistakes? Ino decided that she could get along with him- and he had a rather cute little embarrassed laugh. Aww.
"Well, you would've ended up at the city bridge if you continued heading in the direction you were going," she grinned. "Good thing you ran into me, eh? I'm Yamanka Ino- ah wait- Uchiha Ino. Yes, I'm Uchiha Ino."
Wow, that really did take some getting used to, didn't it? Either way, Ichigo was in luck.
"I’m an extremely busy person, but for you, I’ll make an exception,” the fair-haired girl told him, readjusting her numerous bags of shopping.
Mikoto had offered to take care of Haku, so essentially, Ino was actually pretty free. But she liked to make herself seem more important than she was.
"And, I worked part time as a florist. So you must really be a lucky guy, eh?"
Go Go, Ichi
shintenshin replied to your post: [Waves at] “Hellooo~! Are you new here?”
Grateful for the assistance, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn’t suddenly challenge him to a duel or anything else crazy, he moved closer and showed her the map.
“I’m pretty sure I’m.. here!” He hit a spot on the map. “Which means there should be a flower shop right here.” Turning around, he glared at the basketball store. “They must have renovated or something..”
"A flower shop? Is that where you want to go?" Ino glanced at the map and noticed that he was currently assuming he was on the wrong side- when really - he was going in the wrong direction entirely.
A common mistake, considering how terrible the layout of this entire city was. They were packed in concrete suitcases like sardenes. A place needed structures that were different and rounded and spread around with trees and bridges...
"Well, you're not here- it's the other way up," Ino moved his finger to demonstrate where he was currently at- and it was definitely the basketball store. “If you are headed anywhere nearby, I’ll walk with you. I know this place is really confusing.”
There had once been a time when being in possession of such strength was a gift that opened up a realm of possibilities for the Uchiha- but with his arrival at Iwakiri while a disease still ailed him, the power he had only proved fatal to all those around him.
Those years had been immensely complicated, rife with more risks and paradoxes than he could count.
With the manner the previous world had been structured, the truth had a way of revealing itself- and in turn, used against him.
“Hmn. When have I ever engaged in an unnecessary battle?” He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, keeping the action tender. He already missed her. “I’ll do what I can. I can’t promise that either one will behave, though.”
“All the time,” the florist pointed out bluntly. “You could knock people out with harsh techniques, but you'd rather drain all your chakra and go easy on people.”
She wanted to remind him that everyone was out for themselves- so he best be careful. Of course, Itachi was a genius battler and didn't need any of her little tips or hints, but she couldn’t help grumbling a little. Ino wished Shikamaru could have added his name to the roster, but his broken arm had prevented him from doing so. Not that it would make a difference to Itachi. His partner was not here.
At least his comment regarding the other Uchiha brought a smile to her lips.
"Well, that's the best we can hope for, knowing what those two are like," Ino added, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Just come home safe.”
Safe was a better word than ‘soon’.
the smallest uchiha.
“Aa.” The tender affection in his gaze could not have been mistaken. Itachi brushed the back of his fingers against their baby’s cheek, the child an oddly peaceful little one. For now, at the very least. Haku could still be tired from having to adjust to an entirely new environment.
But for the time being, he fully embodied the name that he had been bequethed with.
Purity. For the longest time, Itachi had believed that all he touched would turn into misfortune. But this… His son was the one thing from him that was wholly good.
“He’s so quiet,” he murmured. “Funny how we found out in winter, and now here he is. I didn’t think we’d have another summer Uchiha.”
Itachi looked like he was still trying to process everything that had occurred. Haku seemed to be doing the same, considering that he preferred the quiet life for himself. Perhaps because he had become so accustomed to her heartbeat and the sounds of fluid inside the womb. How strange, how eerie it must be for this little baby, to see and hear and passed about from hand to hand, from scent to scent…
Haku wasn’t bad-tempered in the least about his new change, but he was definitely quite tired from the exchange of hugs from his admirers.
Ino smiled, watching the baby nestle in Itachi’s arms. She had never witnessed a sight like it. The expression of pure bliss lit up Itachi’s face and blew years of tragedy out of it. He looked incredible.
They made a beautiful picture.
“Well, life can be like that. Eye-wateringly wonderful,” Ino smiled, not begrudging her husband his moment of happiness.
But she couldn’t help but add: “He’s part Yamanaka, too.”
She did not have the kind of mind that could be quiet at all.
Francis Hardinge
Penthouse Princess
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