fandomtownies | Park, Wednesday Night

She so would. Eventually. Maybe.

And she knew that laugh. She was going to kill him. Ino whipped around, scooping up and handful of snow as she went and launched it in the general direction of his voice. Maybe she'd get lucky? "Kabuto!" Half out-rage, half laughing. "What was that for?!"

The cold missile smashed against the tree Kabuto was next to. Which just made him laugh more. "I need a reason?" He questioned her question, highly pleased by her reaction.

Ino was undeterred by her failure to hit him. Another snowball followed quickly. "You mentioned training!" She flung another at him, "Not, not playing in the snow!"

"This is training," Kabuto pointed out, dodging the snowball and running closer to Ino. "Or are you having fun?" he smiled brightly at Ino before washing her face with a handful of snow.

She grabbed one of his hands, spluttering, and lashed out with both feet in an attempt to knock him down. Sure, she'd go down with him, but oh well. "They aren't mutually exclusive! But warning would've been nice!" And snow to the face was Not Fun. Jerk.

"But then you would have been on guard, when you should have been automatically." Kabuto let her take them both down, resulting in a nice, cold roll in the snow.

And snow down his collar, which was less than pleasant and made Kabuto squirm.

"I was thinking of something else!" Ino protested, "And this isn't like back home."

There was nothing nice about the roll in the snow. Except the fact that Kabuto was down on the ground too. And squirming. That was fun. She laughed.

Kabuto rolled his eyes at her, being the one with his back on the ground. ~~Not that it was an unusual position for him.~~ "You know, if you wanted to roll around, there's much more comfortable places than here..."

"You're the one that ambushed me, so what am I supposed to think?" Ino said gleefully, the cold hiding her blush, "And being on top lets me do - this!" She cheerfully dumped a handful of snow on his face.

The only thing that really bothered Kabuto was that now his glasses were all wet. He frowned at Ino. "Now, that was just uncalled for."

She giggled and flicked a bit of snow off his face, "You totally deserved it."

Kabuto reached up and pulled his glasses off. He couldn't see through them now. "Oh, did I?"

"Totally." Ino played with a bit of his cloak, hands sneaking under the edges of it and not using it to help keep her hands warm at all. Not her. "You always deserve stuff like this."

"Hmm..." Kabuto raised an eyebrow. "You don't mind the danger involved? Or is that what excites you?" He slipped his hands behind Ino's head and drew her down into a kiss.

She did like kissing him. Oh yes. "Mmm. You won't kill me, and I hate being bored." Ino said lightly, "I must be crazy, but you fit the bill."

"Actually, there are times when there's always that distinct possibility..." Kabuto used a corner of Ino's shirt to dry his glasses, slipping them on even though they were streaky. "And who's crazy? Around here, crazy is normal."

Since she was using his cloak to keep her hands warm Ino didn't really have a leg to stand on to complain about his use of her shirt. "You'd miss me if you killed me." Ino said, with a grin, "Who else would play with your hair?"

Kabuto paused, pretending to think. "Hmm..." After a moment, he grinned at Ino. "Do you really want me to answer that, Ino-san? I don't think you'd like my answer..."

She stared at him. "Please tell me Orochimaru doesn't play with your hair."

Kabuto gave her a secretive little smile.

What? He wasn't saying anything.

"I'm not going to think about it." Ino told him decisively, "Not after class on Monday, which was unspeakably awful by the way and that was all your fault."

"What class, and how was it may fault?" Kabuto asked, trying not to sound too curious.

Ino considered him for a long moment, then blushed furiously. "I don't want to talk about it." In one smooth motion she rolled off him and sat up, frowning. "What part of 'unspeakably awful' did you not understand?"

"I understood perfectly," Kabuto replied. He sat up and watched her intently. He wouldn't stayed where he was, but the cold was starting to seep into his back, and the snow was melting, and it was decidedly uncomfortable. "But I want to know what it was."

Ino stuck her tongue out at him. "Make me."

She didn't want to think about Kabuto and Orochimaru and BDSM at all. Thanks Miss Lulu. Geez. Ugh.

Kabuto just smiled at her. No talking. No asking questions. Just smiling.

...It would get disconcerting after awhile. It always did.

It did, and quickly. Ino eyed him for a moment longer before tossing her head defiantly and getting to her feet. Dusting herself off, she stared everywhere but at him. "I think I'll head back now, should probably get into dry clothing soon and I really don't want to get sick for tomorrow." Watch her avoid the subject!

"If you get sick, you know where to find me," Kabuto replied, not getting up. "But Ino-san..." he tilted his head to the side, looking entirely non-threatening. "Aren't you leaving a little quickly? And here I thought you liked me."

"I like you just fine," Ino snapped, wrapping her arms around herself and trying not to shiver, "but I'm getting cold." Pause. "And you'd totally mock me if I came to you with a head cold."

"Maybe," Kabuto allowed, getting to his feet. "But I'd still help you." He unclasped his cloak, still mostly dry, and put it around Ino's shoulders. "Hurry home, then. Would you like me to walk you?"

"Remind me to go shopping for a coat tomorrow after class?" Ino asked him, grateful for the kindness, "Didn't really pack for winter. And I..." She looked down, then smiled at him, "I'd like that."

Pause.

"I'm still not telling you about class though!"

"That's alright," Kabuto told her, putting his arm around Ino and turning toward the dorms. He totally wasn't noticing that he was wearing short sleeves now. Kabuto totally wasn't cold.

Sure he wasn't. Ino eyed him dubiously. "Aren't you cold?" The cloak was nice and all, but...

"No, I'm fine." Kabuto insisted, gently pushing to get her started walking back to the dorms. He was used to being uncomfortable. Not that Ino would want to hear about that. "I'm used to being uncomfortable." He smiled sweetly at her. Because really, if it made her flail, it needed to be said.

It definitely made her flail. "You didn't have to lend me your cloak!" Ino protested, taking two quick steps forward and turning to face him as they walked. "You should be wearing this then."

"If you take it off, I'm not wearing it," Kabuto told her firmly. "I told you, I'm fine. Now leave it."

She stared flatly at him. "You're such a boy sometimes."

"Would you prefer I be a girl?" Kabuto asked innocently. "I could do it."

She whacked him lightly on the chest, "You know what I mean!"

"Chivalry doesn't have to be dead," Kabuto reminded her. "It's not that cold, anyway."

Ino paused and looked up at him. "I do appreciated it, you know." Said very earnestly, "Thank you." And it was cold. Honestly. Of course it didn't help that her clothes were wet.

Kabuto was wet, too. But he was a believer in the philosophy that a little discomfort only served to remind a person that he was alive. "You're welcome. Despite what you and Yondaime-sama tend to believe, I'm not a bad person."

"Just got some bad habits?" Ino said cheekily, "If it helps my opinion's a lot higher than Yondaime-sama's is of you."

"If you insist," Kabuto replied vaguely. Arriving at the dorms (http://flowering-mind.livejournal.com/6659.html), Kabuto lead Ino up to her room.

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