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Of Midnight Jaunts and Journals
Chapter 11 - Of Midnight Jaunts and Journals
Kakashi was growing more confused by the day. Maybe he’d just imagined that Ino was uncomfortable and shy around her boyfriend. She certainly wasn’t shy now. In fact, she was so forward, he was astounded that other people hadn’t realized that these members of Team 10 were far more than mere teammates and friends.
He’d been on constant Ino-watch for several days – he’d lost her for a little while the day before, but she’d shown back up only a few hours later, so he wasn’t worried – before he finally got a hint into what was wrong. She’d left the curtains to her room open to let more of the breeze through, and he could actually see what she was doing. Most evenings, she seemed to be alright, completely in control, totally calm, not a care in the world.
But then there were times where she’d start crying and talking to herself. He rarely was in a position to overhear what she said, but the few phrases he caught kept his level of worry at maximum. Things like “Why are you doing this to me?” and “Just kill me now, please? Just end it all,” whispered in the most desperate tones, such that a kunoichi should never have to use.
He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on at these times. Maybe she really was having a psychotic meltdown, her personality fragmenting as she fought severe depression, or some other mental ailment. He wasn’t a shrink, how should he know?
He did notice, after a few days, that she would start writing in her journal shortly after the weeping, and he determined that, for her own safety, he had to see what it was she was writing about. If she truly was having a breakdown, she was a danger to the rest of the village, as well as herself. While he didn’t like to think of it, one only had to look at the empty Uchiha district to see what happened when an insane ninja went on the rampage.
It took a couple more days of watching her before Kakashi was certain he could access her journal without her noticing, and he determined to try it the following night; as she had just turned out the light and gone to bed, he felt reasonably safe doing the same. Asuma really, really owed him for this.
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That night, Ino was rudely awakened by one of her captors in the middle of the night. What the…
Come on, princess, we’re going for a little walk.
She found herself creeping out of the attic without changing, only pausing to pull on her slippers once she got outside. She was wearing her lightest summer-weight pajamas, a silk, spaghetti-strapped little thing in dark blue that only hit her mid-thigh, and was highly embarrassed. Please, don’t tell me you’re taking me to his place in this!
No, no, the voice chuckled, now it’s time for you to come visit my brother and I. Aren’t you the lucky one?
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Ino wasn’t at home when Kakashi arrived the next morning, well before the sun rose, but he didn’t realize this fact immediately. That was the problem with stealth; it sometimes worked against you. He had assumed she was still in bed, but after no sign of life in her room by nine o’clock, he entered her open window. She wasn’t there, and he had no clue where she might be. Unless…
He quickly disabled her juvenile security system and pulled her journal from the nook in which it hid. He knew that he shouldn’t read another person’s diary, but there were circumstances that required the breaking of rules, and this certainly counted.
Several minutes later, he stared at the page in front of him. The writing was hasty, and some of the words were smeared by what he had to assume were tear-marks. But that didn’t keep him from feeling ill.
I don’t know how long they’ll let stay me out, so I’ve got to write fast. Whoever finds this, please, please, keep Shikamaru away from me. They’re making me seduce him, and while I don’t know exactly what they have planned, I’m sure you can imagine. Please, keep him away. Tell him that it isn’t me. Don’t let them hurt him. I don’t want this. I don’t want things to be like this between us, but there’s nothing I can do about it. They’re making me do the most horrible things, and Shika doesn’t realize that it isn’t me. What kind of genius can’t even tell when his girlfriend is possessed? Does he actually want me to do those things? Is that what guys expect from a girl?
Skipping down to the next entry did little to abate his worry.
They’ve started letting me out every day for a bit. But if I let on at all that there’s something wrong, they shove me back in. I can’t take this much longer. Maybe some people could handle being a prisoner in their own body, but not me. Being locked in the back of my mind is harder than I thought. I swear, if I ever get through this, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use that jutsu again. Whoever you are, could you tell Sakura that I’m sorry? I didn’t realize how bad this was. If I’d known, I’d never have used that dirty little trick on her.
They used my hair. That’s how they tracked me down. My stupid hair! I shouldn’t have cut it off like that, and I definitely should have made sure that every strand was accounted for before letting the fights continue. I am such an idiot!
I think I overheard one of them thinking about their plan, but all I know is that they’re going to use me as bait. Bait for Shikamaru. I can’t believe I let myself get into this position. I am not going to be his weakness anymore. Once I get out of this… if I can. Why me?
From there, it continued into more self-loathing and morose maunderings, but he had enough information to go on, and now he knew what was truly happening to the genin. The last entry caught his eye, it being in a different color ink, and he suddenly ran for Shikamaru’s place, the words scrawled across the page replaying in his head. He only hoped he had enough time to fix the situation.
They made me seduce him today. He fell for it. Oh, it hurts. I just want to die. I’m so ashamed. Why did they make me do that? I could hardly walk back to my house, it hurt so much. But they made it look like nothing was wrong. They told him that I’d be fine. That idiot! Can’t he tell it’s not me? Why are they doing this to me? We were close enough for him to follow me anywhere. Why did they let him rape me?
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Thank you all for your support so far, and I apologize for my shameful absence. For those who care, I was in hospital. I am doing very well now, however, never fear! I would particularly like to thank Brittany for her e-mail.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this instalment. This story is finished, but since I'm still dividing the chapters up, I'm not sure how many posts there are left. Probably somewhere around four.
As always, reviews and critiques are more than welcome.
Have a great day and good reading!
Crimson Iris
PS> Still looking for a beta, should anyone be interested.
Kakashi was growing more confused by the day. Maybe he’d just imagined that Ino was uncomfortable and shy around her boyfriend. She certainly wasn’t shy now. In fact, she was so forward, he was astounded that other people hadn’t realized that these members of Team 10 were far more than mere teammates and friends.
He’d been on constant Ino-watch for several days – he’d lost her for a little while the day before, but she’d shown back up only a few hours later, so he wasn’t worried – before he finally got a hint into what was wrong. She’d left the curtains to her room open to let more of the breeze through, and he could actually see what she was doing. Most evenings, she seemed to be alright, completely in control, totally calm, not a care in the world.
But then there were times where she’d start crying and talking to herself. He rarely was in a position to overhear what she said, but the few phrases he caught kept his level of worry at maximum. Things like “Why are you doing this to me?” and “Just kill me now, please? Just end it all,” whispered in the most desperate tones, such that a kunoichi should never have to use.
He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on at these times. Maybe she really was having a psychotic meltdown, her personality fragmenting as she fought severe depression, or some other mental ailment. He wasn’t a shrink, how should he know?
He did notice, after a few days, that she would start writing in her journal shortly after the weeping, and he determined that, for her own safety, he had to see what it was she was writing about. If she truly was having a breakdown, she was a danger to the rest of the village, as well as herself. While he didn’t like to think of it, one only had to look at the empty Uchiha district to see what happened when an insane ninja went on the rampage.
It took a couple more days of watching her before Kakashi was certain he could access her journal without her noticing, and he determined to try it the following night; as she had just turned out the light and gone to bed, he felt reasonably safe doing the same. Asuma really, really owed him for this.
****************
That night, Ino was rudely awakened by one of her captors in the middle of the night. What the…
Come on, princess, we’re going for a little walk.
She found herself creeping out of the attic without changing, only pausing to pull on her slippers once she got outside. She was wearing her lightest summer-weight pajamas, a silk, spaghetti-strapped little thing in dark blue that only hit her mid-thigh, and was highly embarrassed. Please, don’t tell me you’re taking me to his place in this!
No, no, the voice chuckled, now it’s time for you to come visit my brother and I. Aren’t you the lucky one?
****************
Ino wasn’t at home when Kakashi arrived the next morning, well before the sun rose, but he didn’t realize this fact immediately. That was the problem with stealth; it sometimes worked against you. He had assumed she was still in bed, but after no sign of life in her room by nine o’clock, he entered her open window. She wasn’t there, and he had no clue where she might be. Unless…
He quickly disabled her juvenile security system and pulled her journal from the nook in which it hid. He knew that he shouldn’t read another person’s diary, but there were circumstances that required the breaking of rules, and this certainly counted.
Several minutes later, he stared at the page in front of him. The writing was hasty, and some of the words were smeared by what he had to assume were tear-marks. But that didn’t keep him from feeling ill.
I don’t know how long they’ll let stay me out, so I’ve got to write fast. Whoever finds this, please, please, keep Shikamaru away from me. They’re making me seduce him, and while I don’t know exactly what they have planned, I’m sure you can imagine. Please, keep him away. Tell him that it isn’t me. Don’t let them hurt him. I don’t want this. I don’t want things to be like this between us, but there’s nothing I can do about it. They’re making me do the most horrible things, and Shika doesn’t realize that it isn’t me. What kind of genius can’t even tell when his girlfriend is possessed? Does he actually want me to do those things? Is that what guys expect from a girl?
Skipping down to the next entry did little to abate his worry.
They’ve started letting me out every day for a bit. But if I let on at all that there’s something wrong, they shove me back in. I can’t take this much longer. Maybe some people could handle being a prisoner in their own body, but not me. Being locked in the back of my mind is harder than I thought. I swear, if I ever get through this, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use that jutsu again. Whoever you are, could you tell Sakura that I’m sorry? I didn’t realize how bad this was. If I’d known, I’d never have used that dirty little trick on her.
They used my hair. That’s how they tracked me down. My stupid hair! I shouldn’t have cut it off like that, and I definitely should have made sure that every strand was accounted for before letting the fights continue. I am such an idiot!
I think I overheard one of them thinking about their plan, but all I know is that they’re going to use me as bait. Bait for Shikamaru. I can’t believe I let myself get into this position. I am not going to be his weakness anymore. Once I get out of this… if I can. Why me?
From there, it continued into more self-loathing and morose maunderings, but he had enough information to go on, and now he knew what was truly happening to the genin. The last entry caught his eye, it being in a different color ink, and he suddenly ran for Shikamaru’s place, the words scrawled across the page replaying in his head. He only hoped he had enough time to fix the situation.
They made me seduce him today. He fell for it. Oh, it hurts. I just want to die. I’m so ashamed. Why did they make me do that? I could hardly walk back to my house, it hurt so much. But they made it look like nothing was wrong. They told him that I’d be fine. That idiot! Can’t he tell it’s not me? Why are they doing this to me? We were close enough for him to follow me anywhere. Why did they let him rape me?
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Thank you all for your support so far, and I apologize for my shameful absence. For those who care, I was in hospital. I am doing very well now, however, never fear! I would particularly like to thank Brittany for her e-mail.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this instalment. This story is finished, but since I'm still dividing the chapters up, I'm not sure how many posts there are left. Probably somewhere around four.
As always, reviews and critiques are more than welcome.
Have a great day and good reading!
Crimson Iris
PS> Still looking for a beta, should anyone be interested.