time never stops [tag;; ino]

[Nara, Shikamaru]

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[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]The alarm clock buzzed in his ear, a sound that Shikamaru had become very fond of over his years as a participating ninja. The timing of the alarm was unusual, however. The sun had just peeked its shine over the tree-tops, the blinds which would have obscured his bedroom turned a light orange and Shikamaru was wide awake, sitting on his bed side. Outstretching an arm, he pressed down on the alarm clock, stopping its repeated tone. Today was no ordinary day. Normally Shikamaru would have come up with self excuses inside his head, reasons to stay in bed for an extra few minutes, ways he could have slowly went about getting himself ready without a rush. Though it had only taken him a few minutes to wash, put on his Chunin outfit with his flak jacket and walk out of the door of the Nara complex. Today was a special day, unlike many that Shikamaru had made particular time for. In fact, he was awake and ready about an entire hour before he was supposed to be. Today he would visit the memorial stone, paying tribute to his fallen sensei. Shikamaru was not over the death of Asuma, not by a long shot. Maybe he truly never would be, in a retorical sense. Hell, maybe he didn't want to be. It was his fathers wise words that kept him going through it, though it was hard to believe that Asuma was never going to come back. Shikamaru had his vengence and now he could sleep easy, knowing that he didn't go down without a fight and hopefully... his sensei saw he wasn't such a slacker after all. Shikamaru's walk through Konoha was much like that of a zombie. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his walk was slow and his face was as unreadable as ever. It wasn't more than a short journey until he had found himself in the pathway leading up to the stone. Nobody was around, that would let things settle a little easier. It would have felt awkward for him if a ton of strangers were there paying tribute to someone else, he'd have to come back at a later time in that case. Approaching the stone, hands fidgeting in his pockets, Shikamaru gave it an intense stare. "Asuma-sensei," Shikamaru started, though he wasn't quite sure what to say, or where to begin. Unless he was explaining a strategy, he wasn't very good at this sort of stuff. Instead, he took from his pocket a lighter and a cigarette, propped between his fingers. Placing it between his lips, he flicked the lighter and set the tobacco ablaze, letting the smoke simmer in the morning air. After a brief moment, he took it from his mouth. "This one's for you." [/style]

[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #7adebc; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; font-family: courier;font-weight: lighter;]notes: none! words: four-hundred and seventy-five! tagged: Ino! template by pianissimo of btn and ote[/style]

[Yamanaka, Ino]

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[/img][/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]IN THE NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS?[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]The Yamanaka family Flower Shop was empty and rather dark. All the lights had been turned off by the last person who had left the day before which in the moment would probably be Inoichi Yamanaka. The shop was a rather comfy little stand full of the weirdest variety of flowers that were both used for special dates with loved ones and in the middle of the battlefield. The beautiful and mysterious scent that was expelled from the flowers would then travel all the way out to the streets and could probably be smelled by everyone who would dare to cross the streets at such an hour, which, to be precise weren’t many. The streets were almost totally lonely and not many walked outside. Three or four villagers could be spotted just outside their houses, most notably an old lady who happily enjoyed her coffee with her green-eyed cat which decided to take a nap on her lap. The Lady’s face was full of delight probably because of the endearing scent of the flower shop that was located vertically from her house.

The beautiful scent just got even stronger as the front door of the shop was opened and slowly closed behind the figure of a blond kunoichi, namely Yamanaka Ino. The girl sat behind the counter and held her head using her hand, her other arm stretched forward on the counter. The Chuunin was sleepy, and it was something understandable, it was three hours earlier than normal for her. She didn’t even need to be there, she thought as she sighted, Ino was just there to cover her dad until he would come to take care of the shop; it was her free day after all.

The kunoichi simply adjusted her high ponytail properly and softly fidgeted the petals of little purple flower that was always kept in a little jar on the counter. The Cosmo flower was one to be feared in battle as the roots were very poisonous but were pretty beautiful when they were used as decorative instruments. Ino looked at the flower for about five minutes before she fell asleep on the counter. Her sleep was then interrupted by the door suddenly opening and the bell of the door ringing powerfully. Ino jumped on her seat and sat as quickly as she could just to see her father standing in front of her. After his father shook his head smiling he simply pointed the exit with his thumb while still smiling softly. His daughter dashed to him with open arms while embracing him tight and smiled while she waved goodbye and left.


The purple-dressed kunoichi walked through the streets and quickly noticed she was not sleepy anymore and decided to search for her teammates. She knew Shikamaru was probably sleeping because of the early hour but she decided that she could as well wake him up to surprise him. She walked all the way to his house and knocked the door to receive no response. She frowned and walked around, he was not at Kurenai’s place so she figured she was probably at Asuma’s monument.

Ino knew Shikamaru was not quite over Asuma’s death. She slowly walked all the way to the monuments; the place was surprisingly empty except for someone who she could identify as Shikamaru. Ino cleaned her purple outer skirt with her hand and as she walked to him she saw the smoke coming out of Shikamaru’s cigarette. She shook her head and walked behind him and moved to his side placing a hand on his back.[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; border-top: 0px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]words ☆ 602
tags ☆ SHIKAMARU
muse ☆ Airplanes
notes ☆ lalala

credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW[/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]

[Nara, Shikamaru]

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[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Standing in front of that monument for a few minutes felt like forever. The silky grey smoke rose to the air, Shikamaru only took one inhale before he let it out. At least one thing was for sure, he was left with a lot of great memories from their team. Asuma might have been coy with how he got a work ethic out of them but he was damn good at it. He was just so... cool. It made Shikamaru want to be the same, to become a sensei like the way Asuma was to them. His legacy now carried on in Kurenai and the young Chunin planned to nurture it. Shikamaru would protect his king. Just as the thought snapped out of his head, he felt a delicate touch on his shoulder. A suddenly glance and he caught that it was Ino, who had obviously known he would have been here if she had been looking for him. Shikamaru turned his head to her. "I thought you'd have been doing your shift at the flower store," He stated, almost questioningly as to how she managed to bypass her fathers business. "I'm glad someone else came though." Shikamaru admitted, taking the cigarette he had in his mouth and flicking it off into the dirt. The only member who wasn't here was Chouji, he was probably sound asleep or off on an eating binge. Shikamaru couldn't blame him, really. There was something unspoken about the subject of their deceased sensei, maybe it was because they had all watched him slowly pass. All that mattered now was that the Akatsuki killers had been ridden from the world, leaving behind a determined village of Konoha to see to it that the rest of their organisation dies. Shikamaru didn't really know what to say to Ino, though perhaps the silence spoke words of its own. [/style]

[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #7adebc; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; font-family: courier;font-weight: lighter;]notes: none! words: three-hundred and eleven! tagged: Ino! template by pianissimo of btn and ote[/style]

[Yamanaka, Ino]

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[/img][/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]IN THE NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS?[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]The two shinobi stood side by the side in front of the monument of their fallen sensei. Ino mentally scolded herself for not knowing this was the first place she should have had searched for Shikamaru, as he usually made some particular time to come at the memorial stone . As time went by she wondered why Chouji wasn’t there for a moment, and then she realized it was probably because he was eating or something like that. She remembered how harsh she had been with him when they were younger, nearly forcing him to a horrible diet once. She was still thinking he should go on a diet but she won’t be forcing it in such a harsh way anymore.

The purple-dressed kunoichi heard Shikamaru asking about her shift at the shop. Ino smiled weakly at Shikamaru and quickly answered his question.

“My father came back earlier from his duties and he gave me my free day.”She said knowing that most days like this she would be working all the way down to noon until one of her parents would dare to take charge of the flower shop. Ino’s smile became weaker once Shikamaru mentioned he was glad someone came her eyes softened and her hold tightened on his shoulder, grabbing it fully to show she was there to support him.

The silence invaded the place. The soft wind that passed detached the leafs from trees nearby so they would float up to them. It was somewhat cold and the breeze played with her golden locks moving her hair up and down with the wind currents. The silence spoke for itself, the sadness in the place was evident. The hurtful memories arose, in her mind she remembered the scene.

her hands were glowing in a green orb of chakra on top of her sensei’s chest, she could feel him slowly dying.

"Ino, you are strong willed, and dependable. Chōji and Shikamaru, they are total goof-offs. Keep them in line. And, don't let Sakura beat you. In ninjutsu, or romance."

As the flashback in her mind stopped her tight hold onto Shikamaru’s shoulder intensified a little more, her eyes dropped down to watch the ground. The kunoichi was biting her lips , she didn't’t want to cry and appear weak at the moment. But then again emotions were always difficult to control at least they were for her. A single teardrop gently ran down her cheek and was quickly wiped by the shinobi’s hand. A second one followed and Ino said something in such a weak tone that most would never expect it from the kunoichi.

“I-I really miss him.” She said as wiped the tears from her face.[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; border-top: 0px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]words ☆ 448
tags ☆ SHIKAMARU
muse ☆ Airplanes
notes ☆ lalala

credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW[/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]

[Nara, Shikamaru]

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[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]It was hard to muster up any words to say to each other. Both Ino and Shikamaru were feeling the same pain and Shikamaru didn't like showing it at all. Even when Asuma died, he played his tears off as the smoke getting in his eyes, as it always would make him squint each time Asuma would light up in a closed capacity. Really, he missed him. He missed the scent of tobacco that lurked in his proximity, that stupid way he'd trick them into doing stuff, the games of shogi they would play - despite Asuma never once beating him. It just wasn't the same without him, as would any team feel with such a sensei to teach them. Though he was glad that Ino managed to get away today like he had said, Shikamaru wasn't quite sure he would fully be able to stay here of his own accord, by himself. Even the comfort of her hand on his shoulder was something that kept him going, prevented him from losing it. Sometimes it burned in his stomach, why that Asuma had to be the one to go. Shikamaru would even have put himself on the line in front of him if he could have. The wind only provoked a foreboding silence, he felt Ino's grip getting tighter on his shoulder. Even before she spoke, Shikamaru knew that she was always emotional over their former sensei. After all, she was the one who did her best to heal and revive him. "Ino." Shikamaru started, turning to her and in turn, placing his hand on her shoulder. His face was not that of sorrow, regret or pity. It was stern, almost as if he was beckoning the kunoichi to listen to him and what he had to say. Shikamaru never usually went out of his way to say these things, especially when Asuma had left him to think about it. That was something that it took Asuma's last breath to tell him and he was right. "Before Asuma-sensei passed, he told me something. It was something that even I couldn't work out, despite days of thinking about it. That it is every ninja in Konoha's duty to protect the King. At first, I didn't know who the King was. I thought it might have been the Hokage, or the Fire Daimyo..." Shikamaru stopped for a moment, looking back to the memorial. "The King... The Kings are the unborn children of Konoha, who will protect the Leaf long after we're gone. We were Asuma's kings and he died protecting us... he fulfilled his duty. We need to grow up now, continue his legacy... protect our own Kings." That was what kept Shikamaru going and maybe now that Ino knew, she would be able to understand, too. Asuma may have passed, but he passed knowing that he had left the three of them something to protect and fight for. [/style]

[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #7adebc; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; font-family: courier;font-weight: lighter;]notes: none! words: four-hundred and eighty-nine! tagged: Ino! template by pianissimo of btn and ote[/style]