Ino watched the raindrops rolling down on the glass and mingling with the others, little rivulets streaming down her window and the grey skies obscured the window of the prefect she often spied.
She could still hear Sasuke's voice echoing in the caverns of her head and wondered how she had managed to pick the remains of her body from the Room of Requirement after she had seen the horror of Itachi's memories. Ino had been so traumatised, the girl had stayed under her covers for a whole day until habit made her get up and wash and train. But she was only on autopilot, not quite watching where she was going or who was speaking to her. She was doubting everything Konoha had ever fed, the father who raised her in the swing of his arms, how could her handsome and strong father let something like that happen? How could Sandaime-Sama ask Itachi, thirteen years old, to kill his family?
Didn't Sandaime have a son or a grandson that he loved? What were they thinking?! Who ordered someone to kill the one they loved? How could they?
Her body shivered involuntarily and once again, she could feel her eyes well up again. Itachi had never been the criminal everyone had painted him out to be. And although this should have been a welcome thought, after all, that meant she didn't even have to worry about that S-ranked hurdle in front of her love... but it wasn't a comforting thought.
“… I had my own reasons for what I chose to do, as did he when he committed the crimes you no doubt know about, reasons you could never comprehend with the pathetic and childish ideals you hold so dear.”
Shisui's words had never rang truer. He was right, her ideals were childish and pathetic. Ino couldn't understand how the Uchiha cousins weren't bitter towards Konoha. She would be... but then again, she was selfish. They cared more for Konoha than she had ever claimed to do. Ino did love Konoha, she really and truly did, but take away her friends, take away her family, take away the glory... would she still love it?
It wasn't just the fact that a great injustice had occurred on Konoha's soil; that an innocent man or perhaps even an innocent family, had been condemned to death just because one side had failed to understand the other. But also because... she had done the very same thing. Given him no choice and manipulated him.
Everyone always wanted something from Itachi.
The village wanted his power, his family wanted his cooperation and Ino wanted his love. Nobody ever asked him what he wanted...
And Sasuke... Sasuke wanted his blood!
It was perhaps the first time since that room that she managed to climb out of the coma and blinked. No... no no no no!
Itachi was innocent! It was all for Sasuke! For the village, for Sasuke... for what... Her fingers tangled themselves in her hair as she tried to figure out an action plan. But of course, Ino didn't really have a plan. She never did.
And she just jumped into action.
She had already clambered out of her window, wearing her usual orange and grey ensemble when she was off-duty but they were instantly soaked through. As the blonde got to house 1A-A, it was only when a stone lodged itself in her foot that she realised she hadn't even thought to put on shoes.
"Sasuke-Kun!!" Ino rapped on the door urgently. "Sasuke-Kun, I need to speak to you!"
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