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[reehlia]

KunoichiWeek2020 Day 2: Color palette/Nature 

[fiyazas]

DAY 002 | Kunoichi week '20

Colour palette

ft. The Red Queens. ♡

[shinracha]

July 12 | Day 7: Hands/Free choice Sooooo for the last day of kunoichi week, I decided to draw my girls hugging AA

[chissa-chan]

Kunoichi week 2020, day 6, Happy moments / Sad moments. It's always hard letting go your love to a mission.

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[hinata-boobs]

×Kunoichi Week 2019×

×day three×: skills

♡ Kunoichis + Jutsus ♡

[vannahfanfics]

A Place in this World

Category: General Fluff, Angst

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Ino Yamanaka

Hello, everyone! I wanted to do something for Kunoichi Week (since we all love our ninja ladies)! So, here’s a story for the Day 6 prompt, “Sad Moments”! 

A faint mist drifted through the headstones of the graveyard. The grey-white clumps of condensed water molecules swam through the dark gray stones like wispy-finned fish trawling a kelp garden. They would flit between the mounds, ghosts of once corporeal forms, before they would dissolve into the air without so much as a sound. They fled the oncoming of the sun, which poked over the top of the full-branched oak trees ringing the cemetery; its warm rays would evaporate them into nothingness, which was a pretty depressing way to end, Ino supposed. With lidded periwinkle-blue eyes, she watched the ghostly school of fog-fish traverse the invisible currents between the headstones from the threshold of the iron-wrought gate. 

“I’d better get going. I don’t want to be late for the mission briefing,” Ino quietly encouraged herself. The plastic wrapping around the freshly-cut green stems of the lilies she held crinkled as she clenched her hands. So many times she had visited this place, yet it never grew any easier. It still felt like she was diving into dark black water to sink into a crushing abyss; her lungs spasmed in her chest, screaming for oxygen because she simply couldn’t will herself to breathe. Just as her cheeks would tinge with the faintest hint of blue, Ino would gasp, flooding her ailing tissue with the life-giving air. She stood there just like she had so many times before, panting as the fear and dread crept into her body. “I-I’d better get going,” she whispered again. 

This time, Ino willed her feet to move forward. 

Her mind was far, far away at this point, somewhere amongst the ghostly fish swimming in the mist around her. Yet, muscle memory navigated her to the desired headstone. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared unseeing down at the rock, which had darkened slightly with the clinging condensation. ASUMA SARUTOBI was carved into the surface in neat characters. Ino pinched her bottom lip between her teeth as it threatened to wobble. No, it never got any easier, reconciling with the fact that her beloved sensei was dead. 

Ino sank to her knees before the gravestone. With quivering hands, she laid the bouquet of lilies at the base of the smooth rock structure. The tears beaded in her eyes like the dewdrops clinging to the grass. The water droplets splashed against her bare calves as she tucked her legs underneath herself. She rested her hands on her lap and just stared at the gravestone. Most of the time, she struggled with what to say. Most people just talking monotonously about their day or sobbed about how hard it was without them when they visited a loved one’s grave. Those sentiments held for Ino, yet somehow she felt like it was a disservice to Asuma. Would he sit there and listen to her blather mindlessly about the humdrum of her daily life? 

“Heh. Of course you would,” Ino chuckled softly under her breath. Asuma’d light a cigarette and listen in silence, with the faintest hint of a smile upon his lips. Ino shifted slightly as her legs began to prickle with numbness, then straightened her back. 

“Shikamaru, Choji and I went to see Mirai yesterday for her first birthday. She’s gotten so big! Her hair is just like Kurenai’s, dark and thick and wavy… Her eyes too, so bright and red. I see you in her smile, though,” Ino smiled wanly as she imagined the funny little girl running around. “Shikamaru and Temari are keeping on with that weird ‘we’re-into-each-other-but-totally-don’t-realize-it-thing,’” Ino laughed amiably. “I wish they would just get a move on and start dating already! It’s so obvious to everyone but them, apparently.” She felt a little silly at first, just talking to a rock, but once the words started coming, they came more naturally. She could almost feel the man sitting in front of her, with one knee kicked up with his elbow propped on it while he took a deep drag from his cigarette. The wispy currents of mist floated around her still, and she imagined that it was the smoke from the orange-and-white bud trailing down from his smiling face. 

“The flower shop is doing well! We just got a new shipment in,” she said with a gesture to the fresh cluster of lilies. “I haven’t decided yet if I want to take it over completely,” she frowned and puffed out her cheeks pensively. “I enjoy medical ninjutsu. I’ve also considered working in the hospital with Sakura, but… I’m just not sure.” With a forlorn sigh, she hung her head. “I’m not really sure of my future at all, Asuma-sensei… When I was younger, everything seemed so simple… I just had to keep pushing forward. The problem is, I’m just not sure what exactly I’m heading for anymore.” She fiddled her feet behind her, digging little trenches into the damp earth with her toes. “I wish you were here. I know you’d give me really good advice…” 

Ino’s eyes became lidded as she gazed sadly down at the stone. It remained silent, though she wished so desperately that she could hear Asuma’s voice drifting out of it. Ino knew that she would have to come to these decisions by herself, but sometimes it was just reassuring to have an older adult to ask for advice. It was something she sorely missed. 

The sun had bubbled over the canopy of the trees to spill its hot yellow rays over the village. The spears of light kissed Ino’s shoulders to spread a soothing warmth over her skin. The mist tendrils had vanished with the oncoming of the sun, not wishing to vanish so unceremoniously. Despite the heat gracing the world, Ino’s heart remained a cold, sad core within her body, making it feel like ice flooded through her nerves. The tears resting in the corners of her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks. 

“I miss you a lot, Asuma-sensei.” 

A breeze rolled in, making ripples across the smooth glass blades. It plucked at Ino’s long tresses of platinum-blonde hair to make it ruffle like the cascading waters of a waterfall. The droplets falling from her cheeks stained her plum-colored skirt a violet hue. Ino wasn’t sure why all the uncertainty of her life was mounting up on her just then, but regardless, it spilled over like boiling water over the edge of a pot. She wiped at her face with the heels of her palms, but the tears continued to stream down. “Nothing seems certain anymore… I know it’s not really that big of a decision, but I feel overwhelmed, just the same,” she lamented. “I love that our future is peaceful and bright, I just… I’m not really sure of my place in it anymore.” 

Ino’s words faltered in her throat, and her nose wrinkled when she smelled the sudden acrid aroma of cigarette smoke. She straightened up and looked around wildly, thinking that perhaps Shikamaru had come to visit the grave as well and had lit up one of the tobacco buds. However, aside from herself, the cemetery was empty. The scent was unmistakable, though; she could never forget that faint hint of smoke clinging to Asuma’s clothes. The familiar aroma wafted around her body not unlike the morning mist, as if it were embracing her. 

“Hehe, you’re right. Of course I have a place,” Ino laughed wanly. How silly of her to think such a thing. Regardless of what the future may hold, Ino always had a place in the Hidden Leaf. The scent of cigarette smoke continued to waft around her as if to agree. She smiled brightly and tossed her hair lightly over her shoulder. “You know, who’s to say I can’t do both?” she reasoned amusedly. “The beautiful medical-nin who moonlights as a florist. What do you say to that, Asuma-sensei?” 

The smoke scent intensified for a second, or at least, she imagined it did. Perhaps the smell was all in her head, but it comforted her nonetheless. “I think it sounds pretty great,” she laughed. She pretty much decided on her own. Still, she liked to think Asuma listened to her and showed her the way in some sense or another. Ino rose with a pleased sigh and brushed the dirt and grass bits from the fabric of her skirt. Based on the position of the sun, Ino still had a good fifteen minutes to report to her mission briefing. “Thanks, Asuma-sensei,” she smiled amiably at the stone. The smoke scent had faded, but she imagined that he was still listening to her. The breeze rustled the lilies sitting at her feet. 

Just like I have a place here, you’ll always have a place in my heart, Asuma-sensei, she thought gratefully. Now. Off to the future! With the sun on her back, Ino strode onward to an uncertain, but definitely bright, future.

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[hkandiu]

A short story for @kunoichiweek, involving the Rookie 12 and their senseis!

[atzumu]

kunoichiweek day1: favorite kunoichi ↳ temari ⭐️

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➡️ Kunoichi week 2019  Day 1: Favorite kunoichi/Alternative universe 

“So Strong, yet so Kind”

[tachipaws]

TEAM: SakuHinaIno

KUNOICHI WEEK 2019  ↳Day 4: Teamwork/Growth

[naratemari]

Kunoichiweek2019:

          ↪  January 14 | Day 1: Favorite kunoichi/Alternative universe

[reehlia]

KunoichiWeek2020 Day 3: Mythology/Etymology 

[shinracha]

July 06 | Day 1: Strength/Ranking I drew Tenten since I like her chunnin design a LOT and also she is very underrated!!

[chissa-chan]

Kunoichi week 2019, January 14 | Day 1 = Favorite kunoichi / Alternative universe

I. Hate. Coloring. Anyways, my fave character is obviously Sakura Haruno, she's my idol, she's my queen, she's my everything

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×Kunoichi Week 2019×

×day six×: quotes

♡ Ino Yamanaka ♡

[clem-chan]

Day 7 of kunoichi week: Free day, so loads of colours + Tenten with Temari’s hairstyle and Temari with Tenten’s hairstyle

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