The Prettiest Things
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,805
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Prettiest Things
Title: The Prettiest Things
Author: Ninjacat
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied sexual relationship between a minor (although I peg her around 15/16 rather than 12 in this) and an adult male. Some creepiness from Inoshi.
A/N: Um. Yeah. I write some WEIRD shit.
When Sakura was seven or eight, Ino’s house was her second home, the flower shop was their playground, and Ino’s family was her family.
Ino was like a sister then, but something closer and greater than a blood relation because Sakura had never felt awe for any of her relatives like she felt for Ino. Ino’s mother was something like an aunt or an older, worldly cousin, she was blunt and loud and utterly wonderful.
But Ino’s father...he was not like a father or an uncle or really any relative at all.
For a long time, as a child, he was the strange man who rarely spoke but watched she and Ino play, fight, and talk together with a wistful, curious smile and booming laughter.
He became the man who tucked a flower behind her ear when she came over for dinner, who gave her a pat on the head that seemed to linger for hours.
He became the man who hugged her after doing well on an assignment in school when her father gave her nothing but a smile and a quiet, “Good work, Sakura.” She wasn’t sure when those hugs had become something to look forward to.
He became the man who touched strands of her pale hair and smiled and told her she was growing up to be such a pretty girl, and that someday she’ll probably be prettier than Ino herself. There was something traitorous in that, something that made her eyes widen and her heart race. She thought to herself, I’ll never tell Ino, because it seemed like the kind of thing that would hurt Ino’s feelings even though, secretly, she was pleased. She wanted to ask him to say it again but she got frightened and couldn’t.
He became the man who, when she was about ten, touched her chin and the line of her jaw the same way she was beginning to wish Sasuke-kun would touch her.
Sakura stopped coming around as often – or at all – for a few years, and when she eventually returned, it felt like nothing had changed. Inoshi still smiled in just that way and touched her hair and lips when Ino and her mother weren’t in the room, and at this point, it wasn’t Sasuke’s hand she wanted on her instead.
Inoshi became the man who, when Sakura stopped by when she knew neither Ino nor her mother was home, leaned in to kiss her forehead and caught her lips instead. Inoshi became the man who pressed her against the wall of his family’s kitchen and inside her only moments later, all the while whispering the prettiest things she’d ever heard into the shell of her ear.
Inoshi became the man who gave Haruno Sakura the illusion she was a woman when she had never been more of a child.
Author: Ninjacat
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied sexual relationship between a minor (although I peg her around 15/16 rather than 12 in this) and an adult male. Some creepiness from Inoshi.
A/N: Um. Yeah. I write some WEIRD shit.
When Sakura was seven or eight, Ino’s house was her second home, the flower shop was their playground, and Ino’s family was her family.
Ino was like a sister then, but something closer and greater than a blood relation because Sakura had never felt awe for any of her relatives like she felt for Ino. Ino’s mother was something like an aunt or an older, worldly cousin, she was blunt and loud and utterly wonderful.
But Ino’s father...he was not like a father or an uncle or really any relative at all.
For a long time, as a child, he was the strange man who rarely spoke but watched she and Ino play, fight, and talk together with a wistful, curious smile and booming laughter.
He became the man who tucked a flower behind her ear when she came over for dinner, who gave her a pat on the head that seemed to linger for hours.
He became the man who hugged her after doing well on an assignment in school when her father gave her nothing but a smile and a quiet, “Good work, Sakura.” She wasn’t sure when those hugs had become something to look forward to.
He became the man who touched strands of her pale hair and smiled and told her she was growing up to be such a pretty girl, and that someday she’ll probably be prettier than Ino herself. There was something traitorous in that, something that made her eyes widen and her heart race. She thought to herself, I’ll never tell Ino, because it seemed like the kind of thing that would hurt Ino’s feelings even though, secretly, she was pleased. She wanted to ask him to say it again but she got frightened and couldn’t.
He became the man who, when she was about ten, touched her chin and the line of her jaw the same way she was beginning to wish Sasuke-kun would touch her.
Sakura stopped coming around as often – or at all – for a few years, and when she eventually returned, it felt like nothing had changed. Inoshi still smiled in just that way and touched her hair and lips when Ino and her mother weren’t in the room, and at this point, it wasn’t Sasuke’s hand she wanted on her instead.
Inoshi became the man who, when Sakura stopped by when she knew neither Ino nor her mother was home, leaned in to kiss her forehead and caught her lips instead. Inoshi became the man who pressed her against the wall of his family’s kitchen and inside her only moments later, all the while whispering the prettiest things she’d ever heard into the shell of her ear.
Inoshi became the man who gave Haruno Sakura the illusion she was a woman when she had never been more of a child.