Ribbon [i just kept it safe for you]
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Challenge: Prompt 032 - Torn (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_situations)
Word Count: 350
Notes: Takes place during an as-of-yet unwritten chuunin exam when Sakura teams with Ino and Chouji. I'll probably write it, eventually. Should be fun. [[chouji's knocked out, or somewhere else, during this scene. it's the sand's equivalent of the "forest of death." not relevant to the story, really.]]
--
Why is your hair in your face? You look like a ghost!
But--my forehead--
They only get to you if you let 'em! Come back tomorrow, I'll give you something nice~
Here, a red ribbon! Keep your hair out of your face, and...there! Don't you look cute?
Th--thank you.
--
Pink hair snags on her shirt collar, jagged from the serrated blade held, only seconds ago, against her neck.
She has broken free of the trap again, of the cycle she jumped into--inochaniheardsasukekunlikesgirlswithlonghair--but this time wastes no time on monologues, and jumps straight to beating the other side.
Her hair flies out behind her, stray cut ends drifting to the ground.
It's beautiful, like those old stories of samurai fighting under blossoming cherry trees, Ino thinks. She wonders when Sakura started to bloom a second time, and how she could have missed it.
--
Honestly, do I have to trim your hair for you every time you do this?
This is the last time I'll cut my hair during a fight, I promise.
Are you sure about that? I doubt you'll get the same kind of quality hair-cut from a kunai ever again.
Hnmph.
What was that? Was that a snort? How ladylike.
Coming from a pig like yourself, I wouldn't be talking. ...but, I am sure. I...won't grow it out anymore.
...you...
...what?
...it's nothing.
--
Her forehead protector doesn't fit anymore.
Ino realizes this when she sees Sakura fumbling to put it back on after she fixes her hair. The weight of her hair was holding it in place before, but now--
Without really thinking about it, she takes the green strip of cloth from her teammates' hand and starts tearing the stitches. She pulls the red ribbon out of the pocket she keeps all of her--her--fondestmemories?hatedmistakes?lostfriendships?newhopes?--her hair ties in, along with a needle and thread.
With Sakura watching in what can only be called the shock of comprehension, Ino sews the metal leaf symbol onto the ribbon that started their friendship.
The new forehead protector fits perfectly.
It could be symbolic or something, probably.
--
Ino...
N? What is it?
Thank you.
Th...
...
...heh. Don't need to thank me, Sakura. All I did was keep your ribbon safe for you.
--
Challenge: Prompt 032 - Torn (
100_situations)Word Count: 350
Notes: Takes place during an as-of-yet unwritten chuunin exam when Sakura teams with Ino and Chouji. I'll probably write it, eventually. Should be fun. [[chouji's knocked out, or somewhere else, during this scene. it's the sand's equivalent of the "forest of death." not relevant to the story, really.]]
--
Why is your hair in your face? You look like a ghost!
But--my forehead--
They only get to you if you let 'em! Come back tomorrow, I'll give you something nice~
Here, a red ribbon! Keep your hair out of your face, and...there! Don't you look cute?
Th--thank you.
--
Pink hair snags on her shirt collar, jagged from the serrated blade held, only seconds ago, against her neck.
She has broken free of the trap again, of the cycle she jumped into--inochaniheardsasukekunlikesgirlswithlonghair--but this time wastes no time on monologues, and jumps straight to beating the other side.
Her hair flies out behind her, stray cut ends drifting to the ground.
It's beautiful, like those old stories of samurai fighting under blossoming cherry trees, Ino thinks. She wonders when Sakura started to bloom a second time, and how she could have missed it.
--
Honestly, do I have to trim your hair for you every time you do this?
This is the last time I'll cut my hair during a fight, I promise.
Are you sure about that? I doubt you'll get the same kind of quality hair-cut from a kunai ever again.
Hnmph.
What was that? Was that a snort? How ladylike.
Coming from a pig like yourself, I wouldn't be talking. ...but, I am sure. I...won't grow it out anymore.
...you...
...what?
...it's nothing.
--
Her forehead protector doesn't fit anymore.
Ino realizes this when she sees Sakura fumbling to put it back on after she fixes her hair. The weight of her hair was holding it in place before, but now--
Without really thinking about it, she takes the green strip of cloth from her teammates' hand and starts tearing the stitches. She pulls the red ribbon out of the pocket she keeps all of her--her--fondestmemories?hatedmistakes?lostfriendships?newhopes?--her hair ties in, along with a needle and thread.
With Sakura watching in what can only be called the shock of comprehension, Ino sews the metal leaf symbol onto the ribbon that started their friendship.
The new forehead protector fits perfectly.
It could be symbolic or something, probably.
--
Ino...
N? What is it?
Thank you.
Th...
...
...heh. Don't need to thank me, Sakura. All I did was keep your ribbon safe for you.
--
