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Sep 1, 2013

Best Thing I Never Had

Author: Tibby

Description: As the saying goes, "What goes around, comes around"...

If there was one thing Chouko Akimchi could not stand, it was being stood up. She could understand maybe it happening once. Twice, possibly. Three times, was really pushing it. But whenever it came to Jenko, he would push her as far as she could go.

“How could you!” She screamed as she threw a miscellaneous sandal at the sand nin, her face flushed with rage. Jenko dodged swiftly, trying to call her to her senses, but to say Chouko was at her wits end was like saying the ocean was damp. Usually her fits of rage were waved off, Jenko knew she possessed quite a temper when provoked, but this time, he knew Chouko had a solid reason to be angry with him. It was his first night back in Suna after a long month long mission, and during his time away, he had been conversing with Chouko on how to celebrate how long they had been seeing each other, and decided to have a special dinner as soon as he returned. Unfortunately, he had been extremely fatigued after his return and ended up forgetting their plans after deciding to take a nap. He woke up to a hoard of woman who had also been waiting for his return, and, enjoying the attention, all thoughts of Chouko had disappeared momentarily before the Akimichi showed up to his door, appearing as she was looking for blood.

After trying to explain to her what had happened, Chouko’s level of anger only escalated, and she began to throw punches, aiming to hurt him. And it only pissed her off more with how easily he could avoid her attacks, as well as he easily avoided the answers to her questions.

“Jenko, you idiot!” Chouko fumed, shoving the sand jonin in question out of her way as she continued to approach him aggressively, fists clenched tight. “How could you forget our dinner plans?! We had been planning this for a fucking month because you were so goddamn busy with your missions and whatever, and all of a sudden you become too invested in another chick only to forget that, gee I dunno, you already had someone waiting for you!”

Jenko held his hands up in front of him, trying to block her shoves until his back was well into the wall of his room, trying to calm Chouko down. “Chouko, c’mon, it was an accident. I said I was sorry Iike, a million times! I know I forgot, I was being stupid, okay? I didn’t mean to miss dinner with you, I really didn’t. I fell asleep and I lost track of time. If you would just give me a chance, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want—“

“No, no you can’t!” Chouko was in his face now, her blue eyes emitting the sharpest of glares. “You do this every single fucking time. You say that you’re sorry, and that you didn’t mean it, and that you’ll make it up to me, only to pull this shit again! I’ve given you enough chances. How in the hell is that fair to me, Jenko?!”

Jenko bit his lip, silenced by Chouko’s accusations. She was right, it really wasn’t fair to her. He knew how much she had missed him during his time away, and he knew that she was probably really looking forward to spending time with him, given the formal wear she had decided to put on for the occasion. Jenko sighed inwardly; he had fucked her over far worse than he had ever done before—he had never seen Chouko this angry before.

“Babe, c’mon, you’re flipping out over nothing.” He tried to reason with her, regaining his aloof stature. He hoped that somehow he could get through to her—as he always did—and get her to calm down. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t used to her overreactions. Whenever they had an argument that resulted in fighting physically, he’d let her throw a few hits to let her get her anger out, and proceed to coax her into submission with his words. Though it was a hassle, it worked every time. “Have you forgotten who I am? If it really meant that much to you, and I’m sure it did, I can get us reservations for an even better restaurant, and—“

Jenko dodged another hurling punch. “Damn it, Jenko, this isn’t about better restaurants, or your stupid social status!” Chouko responded quickly, interrupting him. She knew what he was trying to do, and it only fueled Chouko’s anger. She felt extremely foolish for letting him take as much advantage of her as he already had. It was infuriating.

She stepped away from Jenko, placing her hands on her hips, her glare unwavering. “You can’t just tell me that you’re gonna make it up to me and let me down every single time, and then keep expecting me to forget and go on with my life.”

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry,” Jenko stressed, running a hand through his thick, messy hair, evading her glare. “Babe, you know I don’t do it on purpose. I know tonight was bad, but it’s not even that late. We still have time to go out. Everything’s on me.”

“Jenko, you aren’t getting the point!” Chouko was becoming more stressed out than she already had been. “Can’t you see that I don’t give two fucks if ‘everything’s on you’. I’m so sick of you doing this shit to me. I’m sick of you strutting around, fucking anything that looks your way, not caring for anyone but yourself. I’m sick of you thinking that whenever you fuck up, all you have to do is say a few words and it’ll just make me automatically forgive you.”

Chouko’s arms dropped to her side, her eyes shutting for only a moment before sighing softly, “Jenko, I’m done.”

“It’s not like that, Chouko, I swear! I know I fuck up a lot but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about---wait, what?” Jenko’s eyebrows shot up, trying to decipher what the brunette had mumbled before he began to go on a tangent. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Chouko then went uncomfortably silent, her demeanor softening immensely, now trying to avoid Jenko’s gaze all together. Jenko watched Chouko closely as she fidgeted with her hands, inhaling deeply before bringing her eyes back to his with a newfound confidence. “You heard what I said,” She started slowly, her anger returning to her as quickly as it had left. “I’m done, Jenko. Done with this—whatever this is--, done with your games, done with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He countered, folding his arms over his chest, trying to swallow the increasing heart rate as it pounded heavily in his chest. He didn’t want her to see that he was actually taken aback from her proclamation. “You’re ‘done’ with me? You say that every other fucking week. By this time tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.”

Jenko glanced at the fuming Akimichi, hoping to see her usual cute, angry pout along with a string of denies, but he felt his heart sink when he was met with a stone cold scowl, and another bone chilling silence.

“No, Jenko, not this time.” Chouko spat venomously, the acidity in her words burning Jenko’s ego to the core. “I’m done being your little puppy—following you around, hoping that maybe one day you’d finally take me and my feelings seriously, but you don’t. I’ve waited two long years for you to mature, for you to finally realize what you want, but surprise, surprise, you haven’t changed at all.”

“You act like missing one stupid dinner with you is like the end of the fucking world. Can’t you just listen to me?”

“I’ve done my listening. Now it’s time you listen to me.” Chouko turned around, retrieving her clutch purse from the floor before giving Jenko one last look as she headed toward the front door. “You can start by listening to me exit your room as I say this: I’m leaving you, Jenko. It’s over.”

Jenko reached out, instinctively grabbing Chouko’s forearm before she could leave. For some reason, he got an awful, awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Goddammit, Chouko, but what about how I feel? You can’t just walk out on me—“

“Oh, yes I can. What does it matter?” Chouko snapped, snatching her arm away from him. “You’ve already shown me that there are plenty of other girls out there that are just begging for your attention. There all more important than me, right? I mean, fuck, we aren’t even dating, so I it’s not that my feelings actually matter to you now do they? My feelings don’t matter because everything’s about you!”

“But Chouko—“

“No, Jenko. I don’t wanna hear it. Don’t touch me, don’t look at me, I never wanna see you ever again.”

Without another word, Chouko left, slamming the door behind her. Jenko hesitated for a moment, debating whether he should follow her or not. He felt his body lurch forward, wanting to run after her, but for some reason he couldn’t get his legs to move. After a few more minutes of pondering silence, Jenko slouched his shoulders, exhaling deeply, deciding it’d be better to let her go. There’s no sense in me trying to talk to her now, He thought as he threw himself face down onto his bed, letting out a frustrated groan into his pillow. I can’t get through to her when she’s pissed. I’ll try again later. She’ll probably have calmed down enough by then.

~ ~ ~

Jenko scrolled anxiously through his contact list, purposely skipping Chouko’s name as he silently debated calling her. It had been a few days since her rage fest, and he hadn’t tried to talk to her since. He figured it’d be good to have her calm down first, but by the second day of not talking to her, he figured that maybe she’d be angry with him for not trying to get in touch with her right away. Either way, I can’t win. He rolled his eyes as he pressed on Chouko’s picture, her contact now coming into view. Girls are so fucking weird.

Swallowing the rest of his fear, He pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear, not helping that he was a bit nervous for the outcome. His heart would beat faster as each ring faded in and out, and the longer it took for Chouko to answer, the more anxious he became. She’d answer, right? She wouldn’t not answer, would she? By this point, Jenko was fine with her being angry with him, as long as she would just pick up.

The phone had rang a few more times, and Jenko contemplated hanging up before he heard the a clicking noise, and then a rushed “Hello?”

“Ah, uh, Chouko?” Jenko found himself tripping over his words, almost dropping the phone. “’s that you?”

“Jenko?” the voice on the other line was higher than Chouko’s, Jenko realized, and before he heard muffled voices in the background. “It’s Shakino.”

“Shakino? What are you doing with Chouko’s phone?” Jenko asked, trying to hide his slight surprise, but figured that if Shakino had her phone, then Chouko was somewhere in the vicinity—probably making the muffled noises in the background.

“What are you doing calling her? I’m pretty sure she made it clear that she didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Shit, so Chouko told Shakino what had happened. Jenko sighed. “Shakino, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, mister!” Shakino answered hotly. “I know what you did to Chouko the other night—standing her up like that. You knew how important that was to her, Jenko. She really missed you, y’know.”

“And I missed her too—I forgot, okay? Seriously!” Jenko couldn’t help but become annoyed. He hated it when someone knew his business. “Look, just let me talk to Chouko. I know she’s there.”

There was another wave of muffled, murmuring noises, and he strained to hear what was being said. After a few moments, Shakino returned to the phone. “She said she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Well why the hell not!” the sand nin exploded, gripping his phone to the point that it threatened to break. “She has no fucking reason to not talk to me!”

“Because she knows what you’re gonna say. We both do,” Shakino explained, her voice less than sympathetic. “She’s said she wanted nothing more to do with you. And as her friend, I’m not gonna make her talk to you just because you think you deserve it.”

“Look, Shakino, I get that, but Chouko’s my girl. She and you don’t have what she and I have. As much as you think you know our situation, you don’t!” Jenko snapped, the words exiting his mouth before his brain had time to process. “Just let me talk to her, she’s being ridiculous. You of all people would know she overreacts to the dumbest shit.”

“Well what you and her have right now is nothing,” Shakino retorted, her annoyance with Jenko rising. “Whether you want to accept it or not, she broke up with you, dude. You really screwed up this time. Now if you excuse us, Chouko and I have some girl time to catch up on. And we would really appreciate it if you didn’t call again.”

Before Jenko could try to defend himself the line went dead. Cursing loudly, Jenko hurled his phone across the room, not caring if the damned thing shattered to pieces or not. It didn’t matter, he only used it to communicate to Chouko whenever they were apart for long periods time, and if she wouldn’t talk to him, then there was no point in keeping it.

“Why the fuck is she doing this,” he fumed, cradling his head in his hands, thoughts racing through his mind as he tried to figure out why Chouko couldn’t have just listened to him. Even during their fights in the past, she had never refused to talk to him, not like this. “She’s too stubborn for her own good.”

Before Jenko could go deeper into his thoughts, he heard a light knock on the door. Quickly turning to the direction of the sound, he answered with “The doors open,” silently hoping that Chouko would grace him with her appearance.

But, to Jenko’s dismay, the he was graced with the sight of his sister instead. “Heyo,” she called to him, holding a basket of assorted foods in her hand, closing his door with a swing of her hips. “Dad sent me over with the usual weekly food basket, ‘cause lord knows you don’t properly take care of yourself—“ Akiko was slightly surprised when she was met with the intense glare from her brother, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she set down the basket of food before cautiously asking, “’Sup, buttercup?”

“What are you so damn happy about,” Jenko responded sullenly, almost as if he were pouting. “There’s nothing to be happy about, not today.”

“Geez, either someone didn’t put out or you’re just in another fugly mood,” Akiko joked, but when Jenko didn’t even crack a smile, Akiko immediately straightened herself. “Wow, you’re actually upset over something,” she mused, plopping down onto the floor next to him, crossing her legs. “Talk to me, bro, I’ve got some time.”

Jenko narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular, childishly folding his arms over his chest. “Chouko ‘broke up’ with me a few nights ago.”

Akiko’s eyebrows shot up, not hiding her shock. “Wait, what? I had no idea you guys were even dating—not for real, anyway.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean!” Jenko barked. “We got in a fight.”

“What else is new?”

“Fuck you, if you aren’t gonna be serious then you can get the fuck out.”

“No need to get upset, I’m just trying to lighten the mood,” Akiko mumbled as she continued to watch her older brother sulk. “Anyway, so you and Chouko got into a fight, and?”

“I kinda screwed up this time, Akiko. You know that special dinner we were supposed to have together, me and her?”

“Yeah, I know of it.” Akiko paused for a moment before giving Jenko a disappointed look. “Oh, my God. Jenko, please tell me you didn’t miss it. She had been talking about that dinner for like, ever. It was really important to her. Like, really important to her.”

When Jenko didn’t respond, Akiko threw her head back, emitting an exasperated sigh. “Damn it, Jenko, you did miss it! No wonder you got into a fucking fight, you deserved it this time!”

“I didn’t miss it on purpose!” Jenko said in defense. “I took a nap after I got home from that stupid mission. And, well—things only escalated from there. There were all these chicks pounding at my door, and I just lost track of time. Before I knew it, Chouko was right in front of me and…” He trailed, the memory stabbing at him. Akiko only rolled her eyes.

“That is probably the worse excuse I’ve ever heard you say.” She deadpanned, shaking her head. “Chouko has every right to be mad. That was some pretty low shit you pulled, Jenko. And that’s just me being nice.”

“Well after we fought, she…she said she was done with me,” Jenko explained, his voice softening immensely. “She said she didn’t want to see me again.”

Feeling Jenko’s demeanor change, Akiko tried to soften the blow. “She probably only said it because she was pissed, Jenko. Pissed off girls say crazy things. You should know, you were living with one for the past eighteen years.”

“No, no, I felt…off when she said it,” Jenko was now staring hard at the floor. “Like, something was different. I can’t help but feel weird about it. Like today, I called her, but Shakino picked up, and she gave me this bullshit as to why Chouko’s didn’t wanna talk to me. Like, she couldn’t believe I had the nerve to think I’d be forgiven, at least so easily. Usually I’m not very concerned when it comes to Chouko and making threats, but after hearing that she’s refusing to talk to me, I just….I felt like this time, I shouldn’t be so lax with her about it.” Jenko then brought his gaze back to his sisters attention. “I was thinking to go to her place and see her—Chouko, I mean. I’m sure if we talk face to face, I can set things straight and things will be just as they were before I left.”

Well you shouldn’t be lax with her at all, Akiko wanted to say, but she held her tongue. She didn’t want to provoke her brother any further. Knowing that he cared deeply for the Akimichi, as well as she hated seeing Jenko in a funky mood, Akiko sighed softly as she ran a few fingers through her princess-like hair. “Okay, look, before you decide to do anything weird, I’m going over to Chouko’s tonight for a sleepover…” It took almost all of Akiko’s willpower to not groan aloud as she noticed Jenko’s ears perk up. “If you….If you want, I could ask her about what happened and maybe, maybe, put in some good word for you.” She gave her brother a sympathetic look. “I’m sure she only said those things ‘cause she was –rightfully—pissed. If it’s been a couple of days, I’m sure she’s softened up by now. And if not, she’ll soften up later tonight. But you can’t keep doing this, Jenko. You can’t keep hurting her feelings and expecting me to bail you out just because she and I are best friends and I’m your flesh and blood. One day, Chouko will get sick of this and she just might…” Akiko hushed herself before she said something that she was going to regret later.

Jenko’s mood had picked up as Akiko spoke, hope washing over him. If anyone could break through to Chouko, it was his sister. The faster Akiko could help fix the situation the faster he would have Chouko under his arm again. “Akiko, have I told you that you’re the best little sister in Suna?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t thank me yet,” Akiko groaned, rolling her eyes, punching Jenko’s shoulder before forcing her body to stand up, bending backward to stretch out her back. “Chouko’s super tough stuff, it might take some time for me to get through to her, so no promises.” Akiko glanced at the overhanging clock, whistling as she realized how long she had been with Jenko. “Speaking of which, I’ve gotta get going. It’s the first Wednesday of the month, and that means my favorite supermarket is having a sale.”

~ ~ ~

“Okay, so I heard that Enna was totally trying to make the moves on you, Akiko.”

“What, seriously? No way! Enna’s not like that!”

“Oh really? I doubt it. He totally wants to ask you out! You should ask him out before he does, how cute would that be?”

“C-Chouko! I can’t just ask him out, he’s…I never even said I liked him.”

“You didn’t have to, it’s so obvious.”

“Chooooooukooooo!”

Akiko whined, hurling a plush red pillow at the Akimichi, causing the brunette to fall backwards as she giggled uncontrollably, which only caused Akiko to pout even more. “Whatever!”

After trying to compose herself, Chouko sat up, setting the pillow next to her as she leaned forward, watching the shorter kunoichi gracefully paint her toenails, continuing to pout at the floor beneath her. Chouko smiled down at her, propping her elbows on her knees. It was late into the night, and Akiko and Chouko had been doing what any other pair of girls would do at a sleepover—they talked about life, watched a few movies, Chouko made them a fantastic dinner, and now they were casually snacking and relaxing, there conversations jumping from different topics faster than they could speak. They had been giggling nonstop throughout the night, so much to the point Chouko said the corners of her mouth were sore. Not that she really minded, Chouko was desperate to be happy and stay happy. “Painting your piggies, I see. You only do that when you’re trying to impress someone!”

“I said shut up!” Akiko hissed, trying to not lose focus as she tried to paint her littlest toe, but her smile slowly formed into a frown as the thought of Jenko entered and exited her mind. She had tried to talk to Chouko about it for most of the night, but she couldn’t figure out a way to bring into a conversation. And Chouko looked like she was having so much fun…It almost pained Akiko to have to possibly ruin all the fun they were having, all for the sake of her idiot brother.

She heaved a heavy sigh before forcing out, “Speaking of boys…I…I heard you and Jenko had a little…altercation, the other day.”

When Chouko went silent Akiko held her breath. She was expecting this, but that didn’t make her feel any less guilty. After a few moments, she heard Chouko inhale deeply, giving Akiko a bit of relief.

“Jenko and I aren’t together anymore. It doesn’t matter.”

“Whoa, whoa, what? What happened?” Akiko asked, trying to seem surprised about the information she was already vaguely aware of. Chouko groaned in response.

“What do you mean what happened? Tch. We were never together. We were only seeing each other, as gross as that sounds.”

“Well, duh. But I mean…like…are you completely done with him?” the sand kunoichi pressed, trying to get the vital information, not wanting Chouko to shut down so quickly.

“I’m so completely done.” Chouko answered, shifting her position on from cross-legged to on her stomach, her arms dangling lazily over the edge the bed, gentle brushing against Akiko’s reddened knees. “He doesn’t take me seriously, Akiko. He thinks he can do whatever he wants. He stood me up that night, Akiko. Not that it really comes off as a surprise, I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up so high.”

Akiko rolled her eyes, knowing all too well of her brothers’ antics. “He’s an ass, I know. But…” She gave Chouko a sympathetic look. “He really cares about you, y’know.”

“Well if he fucking cared he wouldn’t keep doing this shit.” The hurt in her voice was painfully clear. It made Akiko wince.

“Cho…” She whispered, rubbing her arm as she tried to find something positive to add about Jenko, to get Chouko to possibly give the boy a little bit of sympathy. “He’s…just scared.”

“Well he sure ain’t afraid to screw anything that breathes.” Ouch, the second blow. Jenko definitely was losing this fight, and fast.

“I know, I know. But he’s a guy, what do you expect?” Akiko said, trying her best to reason with the stubborn kunoichi. “Look, I’m not saying it’s right but…he’s just afraid of heart break.”

“Well what about me?” Chouko snapped, anger now filling her veins, her fists clenching. Her bright blue eyes twinkled, and Akiko detected a sign of quickly forming tears. “He knows I suffer from horrible anxiety, especially when he’s gone. But does that stop him? No; because he’s too good to stick to one girl. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done. “

Akiko furrowed her eyebrows toward her best friend, not liking to see her so upset. “Chouko,” Her voice was soft, almost gentle. “ Y’know I didn’t mean that…”

“Fuck it.” Chouko was bitter, and had no problem in hiding it. She pushed herself over a little more, reaching underneath her bed, only to pull out a six pack, wasting no time in setting herself on her knees and opening a can, downing the continents in record time. She used the back of her hand to wipe her lips, wincing slightly as the beverage left a burning after taste. “Well, at least, I have a date tomorrow night,” Chouko found herself saying. “I think I forgot to mention that.”

I want to forget Jenko as soon as possible.

Akiko gave Chouko an eyebrow raise, slightly surprised with how fast Chouko was moving. “What? With who?”

“Eh,” Chouko gave the sand kunoichi a half shrug. “Some ninja named Ryusuke Minami. I barely know the guy. I met him today while I was out with Shakino earlier.”

“He sounds like a douchebag,” Akiko grimaced as she reached for her own can of beer. “I dunno how this is gonna go down.”

“I guess he kind of was, but I’m sure he isn’t too bad. He had nice hair,” A forced giggled escaped her lips. “I’m a sucker, I really am. I just want to forget about Jenko—I want to forget about everything. Maybe a new boy would be good for me. I have to fill In the void somehow.” The Akimichi sighed longingly, twiddling her fingers in her lap. “It’s like, I know that no matter what I try to do, I’ll still always love Jenko. It just makes it harder to forget about him.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

Chouko scoffed. “There’s no talking to that man.”

“I could try and talk to him for you.”

“I wouldn’t waste your breath.”

Akiko frowned, tossing her head back, letting her hair cascade behind her. She didn’t have the heart to press her on anymore. “Chouko,” she groaned. “you’re being a grump and it’s killing my buzz.”

“Well then hand me another beer,” Chouko grinned mischievously. “I’m sure I’ll loosen up in time.”

“I’d rather not, you’re not in such a good state of mind.”

“Tch. When was I ever?”

“I mean, a better one then wanting to get shit faced because you’re sad.”

“I’m not sad. I’m happy. So fucking happy that I wanna celebrate.”

“Chouko…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“How can I not worry about you?”

“Because you’re my friend.”

“That’s why I worry.”

“Seriously, Akiko,” Chouko then waved her friend off, reaching for another can, proceeding to down it just as fast as she did the first one. “I’ll be fine.”

Akiko watched sadly, her fingers circling around the top of her can, playing with the handle as she contemplated opening her drink. She was sure Chouko would drink enough for the both of them.

This doesn’t feel fine.

~ ~ ~

“Well, what did she say?”

“Are you sure you really want to know? She said a lot of things tonight, Jenko,” Akiko whispered into her phone as she glanced behind her, her eyes falling on Chouko’s still form. The Akimichi had drank herself into oblivion, and now was quietly passed out on her bed, her breathing, steady. Chouko never really good hold her alcohol very well. Akiko took that opportunity to call Jenko to tell him of his current situation with the drunken girl.

“Of course I wanna know,” Jenko was becoming quite impatient. He had been waiting all day for Akiko to get in touch with him, and he didn’t want her to hold out on him now. “Tell me everything she said. Everything.”

Akiko sighed inwardly, using a hand to scratch at the back of her neck. “Well, okay, here it goes: she basically thinks you’re an asshole who thinks of nothing but himself and takes advantage of her kindness. Well, she may or may not have said that last bit.” Akiko didn’t wait for Jenko’s response as she continued, “She’s really pissed at you, Jenko. I’ve never seen her so upset with you before.”

Jenko unleashed a frustrated groan, his level of stress increasing. “What the hell? You said she’d soften up!”

“Don’t blame this on me, I did my part in trying to help you. This isn’t even my fucking problem!” Akiko hissed angrily, wishing she was close enough to her brother to give him a good whack. “I don’t blame her, what you did was pretty bad. She isn’t entitled to forgive you this quickly, if she decides to at all.”

“Don’t say that,” Jenko cut in, trying his hardest to suppress his rising anger. “Don’t fucking say that, Akiko. It stresses me out.”

Akiko glanced at her phone, scowling at it. Jenko sure is acting weird…she thought, not appreciating his behavior, but for now, she decided to brush it off.

“Well, did she say anything else?”

“Hmmm…Oh, she’s going on a date tomorrow night,” Akiko responded thoughtfully. “With some guy named Ryusuke Minami. Apparently he’s an asshole. I wonder where she finds her taste in men—“

“Akiko, I really don’t have time for your sass, alright?” Jenko shook his head as he tried to piece together the new information. “Wait, she’s got a date? Already? She’s really trying to piss me off…”

“Jenko, not everything she does revolves around you. Besides, you think she’d really go out of her way to make you jealous when all she wants to do is forget about you?”

All she wants to do is f o r g e t about y o u. . .

“You’re wrong,” Jenko retorted, his voice rising. “You’re wrong. Everything Chouko does always involves me!” After realizing what had just flown from his mouth, Jenko sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “Do you…do you know where they’re going, exactly?”

“I think they’re gonna try that new Barbeque place they built up the street, she told me something about her dad…” Akiko blinked before side-eying the phone. “No, no, no no no no, no. Jenko, you better not be planning what I think you are. You better not go anywhere near her. If I find that you came to Konoha to third wheel her date, I’ll kick your ass. Chouko will never forgive you if you tried to pull something like that!”

“I’m not planning anything,” Jenko responded nonchalantly, which only heightened Akiko’s worry. “Ryusuke Minami…name sounds familiar. Isn’t it that street punk who’s trying to be a musician?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah it matters! Chouko is into musicians. What is he, a drummer? A guitarist?—“

“Jenko, Jenko, stop acting crazy. It doesn’t matter who Ryusuke is, because you’re not going to have anything to do with him. You aren’t coming all the way to Konoha to talk to her, not tomorrow night. Any other night but tomorrow. You can’t.”

“Fine, I won’t.” Jenko responded hotly. “It’s whatever.”

“Jenko—“

The sand nin hung up before his sister could muster another sentence. The more she talked, the more angry he became. He began to pace around his apartment, his mind racing. Chouko was just trying to piss him off, wasn’t she? She knew how jealous he could become. She knew how possessive he was over her. She was just playing games with him, wasn’t she? That was the only logical explanation as to why she decided to go on this ‘date’. She wanted to get him angry, that had to be it. She loved it when he got angry with her, because he got rough with her, and if he knew anything about her, it was how she liked to fuck.

That’s gotta be it, Jenko began to pace faster as he tried to talk himself into believing this self-told lie. Chouko couldn’t give two shits about some dude named Ryusuke. Sounds like a bitch name to me.

Thoughts of Chouko and ‘Ryusuke’ began to flash through his mind. Images of Ryusuke making Chouko laugh, of him swooning her—of him being a gentleman for her and walking her home, and her accepting his kindness and ending the date with a kiss…only for that kiss to go elsewhere and before she could even think she’d be underneath that bastard. Jenko would know, he’s pulled that shit many, many times before.

Jenko flexed his fingers as the curled and re-curled into tight fists. This is some bullshit. Chouko wouldn’t be acting like this if I hadn’t of…no, no. She’s just overreacting. Suddenly, Jenko halted, slamming a fist in his hand as he came to a conclusion.

“I’ll just…casually run into her!” He was speaking aloud now. “I know her little game, trying to get me jealous. I’ll just happen to be in Konoha tomorrow and I’ll just happen to see them at this restaurant…she can’t resist me if we’re face to face.”

That was when Akiko’s warnings echoed through his head.

She isn’t entitled to forgive you this quickly.

You think she’d go out of her way to make you jealous?

All she wants to do is forget about you.

She’ll never forgive you.

. . .

A cold shiver ran down the puppet masters’ spine.

“I’m just…psyching myself out,” he told himself as he sauntered into his bedroom, beginning to pull out articles of clothing, wanting to be in Konoha faster than he ever had been before. He was certain his plan was flawless, and nothing, not even himself, could stop him from getting his girl back.

~ ~ ~

It had been a couple of hours since Chouko had been on this ‘date’ this Ryusuke, and Chouko had to admit that she was feeling a bit awkward. She watched as Ryusuke droned on about his band, and about his career, and about himself, it was getting a bit boring. Even though Ryusuke didn’t seem like a bad guy, he was arrogant, and selfish, and dear god was he repetitive. Chouko swore that if she had to hear Ryusuke’s guitar dropping incident one more time she was seriously going to flip.

“So Chouko,” Chouko blinked furiously as she heard Ryusuke call for her, bringing her out of her thoughts. He gave her a sleazy smile which only made Chouko want to grimace.

“Uh, yeah?”

“I had a good time tonight, y’know.”

Chouko fought hard to not roll her eyes. Of course he had a good time, he was talking about himself the whole time.

“Yeah,” Chouko forced a giggle, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I, uh, I had a good time too, Ryusuke.

Chouko searched her mind as she tried to find something relatively good about the date so her previous statement wasn’t a complete lie. Well, for starters, the dinner was amazing—She had to admit she was quite surprised when Ryusuke went all out for dinner. He ordered many different dishes for the both to share, and for once, Chouko didn’t feel like a total pig at a dinner table. Chouko figured that Ryusuke was moderately attractive, and when he wasn’t talking about himself, or his band, or his problems, he was actually pretty funny. But, despite all of this , Chouko couldn’t help but have a twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she knew it wasn’t the food she had just recently ingested—she knew deep down her heart still belonged to Jenko, but her mind was combating hardcore. Jenko hurt you for the last time, she told herself. You can’t let your feelings take over again!

She sighed inwardly; she still couldn’t help the thought of infidelity toward Jenko and Ryusuke, gave her a head ache, guilt stabbed at her even more.

How is this gonna work if I can’t get over him…

“You know, you’re really easy to talk to.” She heard Ryusuke speak again. “I love hanging out with you, Cho. I really wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

Chouko put her hand to her face and blushed for some reason. If anything, Ryusuke had a pretty sweet voice.

“Thank you.” She said weakly. She sighed, wishing that her best friend was at her side. Ryusuke gave her a head tilt, slightly confused.

“You okay…?” he asked.

“Yeah.” She managed.

Across the street, Jenko was lurking in the dark, brooding heavily on a bench as he watched Chouko and Ryusuke dine together, noticing distinctly how dark Chouko’s cheeks had become. She was blushing at something he said, and it really pissed him off. I bet he isn’t even that funny, Jenko thought bitterly, drumming his fingers against the wooden bench, clawing at it, not caring if he was getting strange looks. I bet she’s just trying to be nice.

Jenko watched the couple closely, his dark eyes hooded as he eyed sudden movement from Ryusuke, almost losing his cool when he saw the boy in question raise his hand, placing it on Chouko’s much smaller one, his thumb affectionately rubbing her knuckles, only causing Chouko to blush a little more. He was really testing his patience. And that’s when their eyes met, a red hot feeling began to rise in the young jonin’s stomach.

Ryusuke then began to lean forward—his goal was clear. Chouko’s eyes widened, very unprepared for the sudden action. Should I do it? She asked herself, as she watched Ryusuke get closer, his lips pursing slightly. Should I go ahead and do it? Maybe that’ll help me get my mind off of Jenko….

Chouko then became confident. Anything was better than thinking about…

Getting caught in the moment, the Akimichi felt herself beginning to lean forward as well. They were so close now; she could feel his warm, spicy breath dance lightly across her face. Her lips quivered, excitement racing through her; the electrifying tension and heat building pressure on the couple, causing beads of sweat to form on her forehead. Every fiber in her being screamed for her to not do it . To not kiss this boy that she barely even knew, but what else was she supposed to do? She was already half way there…She decided that she had to go ahead and finish the job and connect with the semi-gorgeous man in front of her.

Before Ryusuke could have the chance to make a move, he was jerked backwards, which startled Chouko greatly. She looked up, her pupils dilating as her eyes met the piercing gaze of Jenko’s, whose hand was gripped tight onto Ryusuke’s shoulder, the rage radiating from him was as clear as the fear stricken across her face.

“J-Jenko?!”

“Oi, Ryusuke, is it?” Jenko’s voice was dark, causing Chouko to want to get out of there, and fast. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ryusuke was just as afraid as Chouko was. He looked up at Jenko with wide eyes, his body beginning to tremble. “J-Jenko? Of the Sand? What are you doing in Konoha?!”

Chouko suddenly swallowed her fear, recomposing herself, anger slowly seeping from her form as well. “Yeah, Jenko, what the hell are you doing in Konoha?”

“Just thought I’d come and see my girl,” Jenko smirked, eyeing Chouko, who only gave him a deeper frown. “Ryusuke, you know Chouko’s my girl, don’t you? I’m pretty sure you’re well aware of this. Right?”

Ryusuke quickly stood up, stepping away from the table where Chouko sat. “I-I was told that you guys weren’t seeing each other anymore,” He stammered, which only caused Chouko to roll her eyes, which she had been holding since Ryusuke told his band story for the third time in a row. “It’s been going around Konoha for a while and—“

“Tch, you follow rumors? How pathetic.” Jenko scoffed, and this time, Chouko shot up from her seat.

“Jenko, quit it! Ryusuke, please don’t listen to him. He’s just…He hasn’t really gotten it yet, and—“

“N-no, no, I apologize, Ms. Akimichi, I had no idea you and Jenko were—“

“But we aren’t, so—“

“And this,” Jenko squeezed Ryusuke’s shoulder harder. “Is when you disappear, before I do it for you, yeah?”

“Whatever you say, Jenko!” And with that, Ryusuke ran off, leaving Jenko and Chouko alone, which was the last thing Chouko wanted.

The two stood in silence before Jenko glanced at the brunette, giving her another smirk. “Heh. Some man he is, he almost shit his pants.”

And that was when Chouko lost it.

“Jenko you IDIOT!” She yelled, grabbing the edge of the table of throwing it, and all of the contents on top of it, over, which caused Jenko’s smirk to drop from his face. Chouko was upset, extremely upset. So upset, that she didn’t care who was watching her. She groaned in frustration, as she turned in the opposite direction, storming off in a fit, cursing loudly.

Shocked from the outburst, Jenko watched as Chouko stomped off, unsure if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. “W-wait, Chouko, c’mon, Come back!” He called as he walked after her, his pace increasing whenever hers did. He continued to call after her as he followed her though Konoha, keeping up with her sudden sharp turns in order to get away from him, until they were cutting through a desolate park, they’re figures illuminated from the streetlights. “Chouko, come on, you’re being ridiculous! Slow down so I can talk to you!”

“NO!” Chouko then suddenly stopped, turning toward Jenko, her eyes glaring daggers. “No, Jenko, I’m so done with you trying to talk to me. I’m done with you trying to play good cop and bad cop with me. I fucking told you I wanted nothing to do with you—I’m not your precious little trophy bitch!“

“Chouko—“ Jenko reached to grab Chouko’s hand but she was too quick. Instead, she used her other hand, hitting him directly in the chest, causing him to stumble back slightly. Awful memories of the previous fight ran through his mind as she continued to punch him. “Chouko, I know you aren’t a trophy bitch. You’re a woman. My woman. This wouldn’t be an issue if these douchebags you keep picking out would get It through their puny little brains.—Hey, will you just listen to me?!”

“No, Jenko. You listen to me---How could you even—how could you do that to me!” Chouko ceased her punching, her blue eyes now glistening as warm, salty tears threatened to spill. “How could you embarrass me like that?! You had no right to scare Ryusuke like that. You had no right to ruin my night with him! We aren’t together, Jenko. Not anymore!”

“Are you being serious right now, Chouko?” Jenko exclaimed, defensive. “We had one little fight and you’re treating it like a war. What the hell are you even doing, going out with guys you clearly aren’t interested in—“

“GETTING OVER YOU!” Chouko’s voice hit full volume now as she continued to scream Jenko down. “I’m getting OVER you, Jenko. That’s what happens when two people break up. I didn’t decide to leave you because of just ‘one little fight’, I’m leaving you because of ALL the little fights, all having to do with you and your STUPID ego! I can’t believe I was so stupid to believe that you cared for me, YOU of all people! You say that I shouldn’t be so goddamn trusting, well MAYBE I shouldn’t have trusted you in the first fucking place!” Chouko stepped closer to him, her fury almost suffocating his presence. “I HATE YOU!”

I h a t e y o u.

“Whoa, whoa, Chouko, c’mon now,” Jenko was now beginning to panic. His heart was beating rapidly as he tried to reach for her a second time, only to have it pulled away just from his grasp once more. Her avoiding his touch was making him sweat, and he could feel his breathing increase. “Chouko, look, I’m—“

“How dare you, you fucking piece of shit,” Jenko’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he saw Chouko break down, the tears that were threatening to fall now dripping down her face in rapid waves like a broken faucet. He watched on as Chouko continued to sob, her body shaking heavily as she tried to calm herself down, but couldn’t. Jenko’s first instinct was to go over to the girl and cradle her in a massive hug, but when he moved closer to her, she would step a few paces back, choking out sobs that rocked Jenko to the core.

“C…Chouko—“

“Ever since you’ve came into my life, you’ve ruined it,” Chouko blurted in between her cries. “I was just like you, Jenko; I was afraid to love someone as much as I love my mom, and just being with you, I felt that I could do anything, and more. But you—you, instead of embracing it, you ran away from it. You ruined it. You’ve ruined me.” Then she looked straight into his eyes, her tears still falling but her face had hardened. “I hate you. And don’t you dare come near me, ever again.”

She left him with one final glare before turning her back toward him, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Jenko stood still, silent; recollecting all that had happened in only a span of a few minutes. It was finally setting in.

Chouko was done with him.

Chouko hated him.

This wasn’t going to work. This wasn’t happening, not to him.

No, no, no,no.

To Be Continued...

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