Like I said, it's a long-term thing I'm thinking about. Though if people aren't having problems then it'll probably stay something I toy with when I'm bored between updates.
Didn't finish my stunt in time for the Tally, so I made it longer.
OMAKE: WILD BOAR
It's early-afternoon by the time you manage to beg off assisting at the flower shop, the early day flood of customers having diminished to a sporadic tickle. So you take off your apron and wave your goodbyes to the regular store staff, pushing your way out the main door with a tingle of the doorbell.
It had long been one of your father's edicts that you spend some time at the shop whenever you were not on mission, or on team business. Something about keeping a hand on the pulse of the community, and setting an example as clan heir.
Honestly, though you did occasionally grumble, it really wasn't a chore; you loved flowers.
So you got to help Mrs Miyamoto pack up the day's delivery of flowers(yellow crocuses, for cheerfulness) to adorn the tables of her restaurant. Then you had to help old Ishimaru pick out a bouquet(blue hyacinths, for constancy) in his year-long courtship of the widow over on Market Street("I'm growing on her, Ino-chan; I just know it"). Then it was Kotetsu Shinji who needed just the right flowers(red carnations, for fascination) for his third crush in as many months.
You even help Ichimaru's adorable 6 year old debate for five minutes before picking out a flower for his grandmother's birthday; after a solemn five minute debate of the merits of red crysanthemums versus lilies, you'd both settled on a single white camellia.
At least no one came in asking for marigolds, which you could not but help think was a good sign.
The less dead people to mourn, the happier you'd be.
A Yamanaka knows how to handle people regardless of situation, Ino-chan, you could almost hear your father chide you in your head.
You listen to them, lend a hand, and in return they'll open their hearts to you. It's what our clan does, and one way we give back to our friends and allies. Yeah Da could be a real fuddy duddy at times, dry enough to make you want to nod off. Not that you would; you weren't
Shikamaru.
Thinking of Shikamaru makes you wonder if you should drop in briefly to check on his training for a moment.
Nah, you decide. Between Asuma-sensei and Yoshino-san, there's enough supervision to keep his nose to the grindstone.
And there's always the risk that you'd be dragooned into joining him.
Ordinarily, you wouldn't mind.
Not today.
The afternoon sun warms your skin as you take a shortcut across a park, exchanging cheery greetings with the occasional passerby as you walk deeper into the village's administrative district. The Yamanaka as a clan have always been popular with shinobi and civilian alike, and your blonde good looks make it even easier than most.
But it takes work to keep it that way, and everyone has to work on keeping it that way.
A hush seems to fall as you step past the noise-dampening seals into the foyer of the Konoha Archives.
The chuunin on duty, a retired Sarutobi called Kyo, looks up from her book as you enter, purses her lips, but makes no objections as you walk past her into the deeper archives with a wave and a smile.
Ever since the Second Stage had ended, you'd been taking advantage of the loosened restrictions on exam participants to access some of the more restricted files in the archives. While you weren't strictly speaking still an exam participant, the library staff had tacitly decided to look the other way, at least for the duration, a concession you'd chosen to ruthlessly exploit for as long as you could.
Not like there was anything really classified in this section anyway.
Since Da worked in Intel, you could confidently state that the good stuff was much farther in.
You raid some of the shelves for a refresher on poisons before addressing the real reason you were here: the old Bingo Books.
Lee had been simply the most powerful genin you had ever seen; one of the reasons you were going back to
That Man's taijutsu classes was the proof of the sheer physical gulf between his trainees and the other contestants. And because, if you admitted it to yourself, you were too proud to admit defeat.
Still, that Gaara kid had broken him in exchange for largely superficial damage.
Broken, and almost killed him.
You weren't worried for Shika; he was in a different bracket, and he'd drop out rather than fight someone like that anyway.
Sasuke-kun won't, though.
You don't know what to do about that, not yet, so you start by gathering information.
As you look for an unoccupied study room, you stop as you catch a glimpse of a head of brown hair above a very familiar white qipao. As you hesitate, the face looks up and Tenten-yup,was The White Devil herself-half raises a hand in greeting. "Fancy meeting you here" you say in a low voice as you step into the room, mindful of the noise regs. "Shouldn't you be on the field training?"
You run a quick eye over some of the books scattered on the table, and a few titles jump out at you:
Myths and Legends of the Land of Wind by Hayao Miyazaki,
Gods and Monsters by Rumiko Takahashi,
Physical Signs of Disease by S.Choudri, and a set of
Chosan's Almanacs for the last ten years.
Curious.
"Oh hey Ino. For a moment I thought you were Sakura." You suppress a twinge of jealousy-
Sakura is my
friend dammit - in time to catch "was helping me do some research." Now this was
interesting. As you open your mouth, the door opens behind you - "Suzume-san says we'd need a special pass to get...Oh hey Ino."
Oh ho.
You smile as you set down your books and pull out a seat.
"You can't just end it there. Give."
STORY NOTE
Inoko apparently means wild boar.