I continue to not own Naruto. Yeah, that's about the shape of it.
There are no spoilers contained here, unless you are unaware of who Ino is. Actually, come to think of it, there's still no spoilers if you don't know that either.
There is not a single straight line anywhere on Yamanaka Ino. From the sweep of her brows to the turn of her nose, all the way down her body from shoulders, to hands, to breasts, to hips, to thighs, to the hard lines of her calves, she is made of nothing but curves.
She looks at herself in the mirror every day just before going out, carefully cataloguing each of those curves. And once they are all carefully noted and enumerated, her lips - painted to be even fuller than their natural shape, even more curved - bend with satisfaction.
She is a kunoichi, and her curves please her. The world must bend around her, because there is no other shape that will fit. What refuses to bend to her will, to her curve, she breaks. Every curve that she contains, even the lush swell of her breasts, her hips, her thighs, she has forged into her weapons. That is how she has become one of the best. There are only two straight lines she still believes in.
The straight line that is the edge of her kunai.
The straight line that is her gaze, the line of her jutsu, her promise that there is one thing in this world that will never bend.
Ino picks up her mask, oval, nearly featureless, and flawlessly white, and fits it over her face. She touches the tattoo on her shoulder.
It is curved.
The mask hides her smile.
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.