ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

34. (y/n) (l/n)

the moment you own it, you better never let it go

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter thirty four･ﾟﾟ･|

(y/n) could feel her heart threaten to come out of her throat; looking at Ino's smug smile enraged her however the nightmares of failure couldn't be masked. Her face was stoic, void of any emotion, but her eyes told a different story-- they were glossy, almost like she was fearful. Ino knew this, (y/n) knew this. As much as (y/n) doesn't like the blonde girl, she notices how much she studies the human's brain and behavior. Ino has the ability to read situations with ease, and to her, (y/n) was nothing but an open book. It's what is expected of the best psychology student in Konoha Academy.

"Not nervous, are you?" She sneered.

Through gritted teeth, (y/n) denied, "Of course not." Regardless of her words and unwavering tone, her leg was bouncing feverishly, her fingers often grazed over her face.

"I'm sure you won't disappoint anyone if you lose." The sentence would have not been comforting if not the witty tone Ino used. "So don't hold back on me." Was there a disease going around in school, (y/n) wondered-- the disease being Overly-Aggressive-to-(y/n)-itius.

"Bow," The head judge instructed to the students, they did as they were told and bowed towards each other. Only a yard separated them, (y/n) narrowly missed Ino's head with her own. It would've been bad for the both of them if they collided. The judge started to explain the rules; nothing below the waist such as kicks to the groin or knee, no hits aimed at the top of the skull, and, finally, the winner will be determined when someone either forfeits, faints, or steps out of the boundaries. "Begin!" He announced, stepping away from them.

The girls shot up into a fighting position; out of instinct, the (l/n) had her dominate hand as her leading hand. She stood tall with her dominate foot's toes pointing at her opponent. A small tactic she learned while sparring Naruto was that, if her body is turned, it's harder to land effective hits on her. The bouncy jitteriness carried into her feet, she was bobbing up and down with the balls of her feet, making sure her heels weren't planted in the ground.

She was worried that the fact people were watching her fight -fixed on every movement she made- would mess with her, but, now being in the ring face-to-face with a person who wants to hurt her, the burning stares didn't bother her.

Ino started to circle around the center of the ring, (y/n) did the same in order to keep her distance. Come to think of it, (y/n) had no idea what kind of a fighter Ino is. If she had to assume, she'd guess that the blonde is a mid-range to far-range attacker with B- defensive skills. Her family jutsu is the Mind Transfer, (y/n) noted.

"C'mon! Hit me!" Ino groaned as her hand dove into her kunai pouch and threw three shuriken with lightning speed. In this fight, she was the aggressor, something that's not particularly bad. It meant that she may have the advantage, however. Usually, in sparring, the aggressor takes control of the fight and manipulates it to go their way. A downfall of being the aggressor is that their vision becomes tunneled. They only focus on what's in front-- that's not always the case though.

(y/n) jumped to avoid the oncoming aerials that were darting towards her. Such a predictable attack called for an easy dodge. When the soles of her shoes hit the dirt, three more shuriken were thrown towards her. She lunged at Ino with her fist raised winding up for a punch to her temple.

Ino herself threw her head back, (y/n)'s punch only missed by a few centimeters. The speed coming from the punch created a small breeze that blew Ino's bangs out of her face for a moment. Her teal hues widened because she always pictured (y/n) as a meek girl who lacked any sort of Ninja talent. Unfortunately for her, the (h/c)-ette has more tricks up her sleeve.