8The Perfect Heart
By: Sheltie
I don't own Naruto at all
A/N: so, let us follow up on my Valentine's Day stories I did way back in 2016. Yikes, it's been that long.
Ino threw down her pair of child safety scissors in frustration.
"Ino dear, don't throw the scissors" her mom chided.
All Ino did was huff and crossed her arms over her chest glaring at the mangled red construction paper.
Ino's mom sighed and got up and walked over.
"What is it dear?" she asked gently.
"I can't do it. I can't" Ino whined.
"Do what dear?" Ino's mom asked though she knew what it was. She was just humoring her daughter.
"A heart, I can't cut out a heart. They, they all become like that" Ino said as she pointed a the pile of rejects that looked more like misshaped countries on a failed map than a heart.
"Dear, it doesn't need to be perfect. Just do your best" Ino's mom said.
"But I want it to be perfect" Ino whined.
Ino's mom sighed.
"Want me to help you?" she asked.
Ino shook her head vehemently.
"No, wanna do this myself" she said defiantly.
Ino's mom nodded and let Ino get back to it, but kept an eye on her. Just in case the scissor went flying again.
/Scene Break/
After two whole packs of red construction paper Ino was finished and had cut out a heart that she deemed perfect. Or maybe it was the fact that she got tired and just settled with the best looking one. Who knows. After that was done the young girl scribbled her on the heart and then stuffed it into an envelope. She sealed it and placed it on her night table. Tomorrow she was going to give it to him. She was.
/Scene Break/
Ino was trembling with nerves as she walked to school. She kept telling herself she'd give the valentine. But with every step closer her will, her courage faded. By the time she got to school she was ready to toss the valentine in the trash and say nothing about it. But she didn't, there was a small shred of her confidence left that held on by its fingernails.
The day started normal with the teacher greeting the class then getting the day started. Lessons learned and taught. On every kids' desk was a box that was decorated by each individual student. They were their special mailboxes to get valentines in. The class would exchange valentines during a class break.
When classes ended mailboxes were grabbed and hauled off home to find out what's inside.
Ino was like the others, but she was nervous too. She had given the valentine she had made the boy she made it for. She hoped they'd read it. Maybe, probably.
/Scene Break/
Back home Ino got to her room after tossing her backpack away to the corner of her room. She got on her bed and dumped the contents of her valentines mailbox. Most were the generic ones that came from boxes sold in numerous stores that featured themes of various popular characters, shows and movies. Ino skimmed through them all. She sorted them out from the boys in class and the girls along with the candy that some came with. She sighed and frowned when her crush gave her a generic valentine. That crushed her.
/Scene Break/
It was the weekend and Ino was out in the park. She didn't have much to do at home. So decided to go out. She told her mom where she was going and her mom told her to be careful. Ino called back that she would and then left.
"Hey Ino."
Ino froze as she heard the voice, the voice of her crush.
"Um, hello Naruto" she greeted softly, meekly.
Naruto smiled and Ino blushed as she turned her head away.
"I got ya valentine" he said.
"Oh, you did" Ino said hesitantly.
"Yeah, it was neat" Naruto said.
"Really, you think so?" Ino asked feeling a bit more confident.
"Yeah" Naruto said bobbing his head, "mom said that you must've put in a lot of effo-effo-time into it."
"I did" Ino said.
Naruto stepped closer to Ino. This made her feel self-conscious as to how close she was with her crush. Of course Naruto being a boy wasn't aware of this. He then struck. Pecking Ino on the cheek then dashing off.
Ino stood there stunned at what just happened. Her brain catching up with what just occurred like the time that passes between touching a hot stove and when your brain clicks though much slower, and less painful. A smile graced her face as a red hue coated it as well. A smile and a blush that didn't leave her even after she got home.
End
