[Love You To Death]
A/N: For those of you who don't know, 999 is the British equivalent of 911. Haengbok (행복) means 'Happiness' in Korean. It's also a song by Super Junior, but that's irrelevant ;L. This is me trying something new. Enjoy. :)
P.S. Sorry for the re-upload.. it kept saying everyone who was reviewing was me... fanfiction (dot) net is officially going crazy. :')
My name's Ino Yamanaka.
Yesterday, I had everything.
Today, I'm dead.
What. A. Bummer.
I was sleeping when it happened.
Sasuke was working an overnight shift at the hospital.
I had gone to bed early- I usually did that when he was working nights, only because it meant I'd wake up to the feel of his lips on mine that much earlier… But… that's not what happened that night.
That night- I wasn't woken to the gentle brush of my husband's lips on mine- but to the taste of rope being stuffed in my mouth and then tied around the back of my head.
And then hands around my neck.
It felt like I'd just passed out.
That's what it felt like.
Except- I woke up… and when I tried to sit up… I sat out of my body.
Thinking I was dreaming, I immediately fell back into it, trying to make myself stick. But when I tried to move my hand, it came out of another hand that was still on the bed. I stretched out a leg and it came straight out of the end of another leg that was bent at the knee on my bed. Hang on- was that… blood on that bent knee?
I leapt out of bed and looked upon the atrocity on the bed. It was me, but unlike I had ever seen myself; every inch of me was covered in blood. There were deep slashes, still seeping blood, on my stomach, legs and face. My hair had been hacked and the ends of my mouth cut and extended so that it looked like there was a permanent horrific smile across my face.
I don't know if it was the shock or if I really am that shallow- but the only though that ran through my head at that precise moment was 'It's going to have to be a closed-coffin.'
In shock, I sat on the floor and let my eyes fall closed. I didn't sleep, but my mind went completely blank as I waited...
"Ino! I'm home!" Came a call from downstairs. My eyes instantly shot open.
"Ino! Come here. I've got something for you." I stood up and ran to Sasuke. Surely, surely, my husband would be able to see me. Surely our love is that which transcends all bounds- kind of like in that Patrick Swayze film, Ghost. Oh shit. No. I don't mean like that, she can't see him in that! I mean like Ghostbusters.
Or something like that…
"SASUKE!" I shrieked, right in his face. "SASUKE LOOK AT ME!" His features fell into irritation as he continued looking straight through me. He opened his mouth and called once more.
"God damn that woman. I can't take a car upstairs!" He grit his teeth and then crossed the foyer and began taking the steps two at a time.
"Sasuke come ba- Car?" I hesitated momentarily before rushing upstairs.
My feet didn't even touch the stairs.
Sasuke was standing at the door of our bedroom, a pair of unfamiliar car keys on the floor in front of him.
He stumbled forwards and looked down at the body. He reached out to touch me, and then suddenly stopped and withdrew it. "Who…" he choked. "Who would do something like this?" He turned on his feet, walked out of the room, straight through me, and went downstairs.
Trying not to have a breakdown at the fact that someone had walked through me, I rushed downstairs to see what Sasuke was doing.
He lurched into the living room and crumpled onto the sofa. Picking up the phone next to him, he dialled one number, three times.
Hello, Emergency Services. What is the nature of your emergency?
My wife's been murdered…
May I have your address please?
Sasuke rattled it off, a dazed look in his eyes.
The police will be with you immediately.
The dial tone began sounding around the room as Sasuke continued holding onto the phone. Suddenly, a sole tear rand down his face and the phone dropped, as if in slow motion, from his hand onto the carpet.
I couldn't watch the strongest person I knew cry like this.
I just couldn't do it.
And so I walked out.
"Hard, isn't it?"
"WHOA!" I looked around, searching for whoever had just spoken to me.
"I don't think that warranted a 'Whoa' to be honest with you."
My head swung to the left and I jumped up onto my feet from the grassy bank outside my house that I'd been sitting on. "You can see me?" I asked the man who had stretched himself out on his back and was watching the clouds float by above his head.
"Of course I can see you. You're dead."
"So then… are you a spirit contacty person or something?"
"Or something." He replied. "I'm also dead." He sat up and he looked Ino straight in the eyes. I looked him up and down and suddenly- Ino recognised him.
"Shikamaru Nara!! You're dead?!"
A lazy grin crossed his face as he laid back down. "Yep. You would've known earlier if you kept in touch with me, Chouji or Haruno."
At the mention of the word 'Haruno', I was suddenly overcome by a wave of guilt. Damn it! If I was going to be dead, the least that could happen is that my emotions would disappear. I mumbled something incoherent and Shikamaru decided to change the subject onto easier topics. "So, Yamanaka, who hated you enough to kill you?"
"I could ask you the same thing." I retorted.
"I wouldn't be here if I knew." He paused a moment. "Literally."
"Well- you must be wondering why there aren't lots of ghosts wandering around if we all come back once we're dead." He looked at me expectantly. Well, no, actually, that hadn't been on my list of things to think about considering someone had just violently murdered me! But he continued regardless, "As far as I can tell, you only get stuck here, on this version of the afterlife if you've been murdered and you don't know who it is. I'm not sure if there are any other specifics, I haven't met many other people. The only rules I've been able to work out are that you can only actually go places your murderer has been, that's why my holiday to go and see the Aurora Borealis failed I suppose. Also, you can walk through almost anything. For some reason, we float when we walk or sit down. You no longer need to eat or use the toilet. You can't pick up anything anyway so I don't think the not being able to eat thing matters anymore. Oh and- you can't move on until you know who killed you. I met a woman when I first got here, Temari. She didn't know anything about this place either and we figured it out together." A soft smile graced his face as he spoke about her, followed instantly by a sad, tender one as he continued, "We got bored so worked together to try and figure out who killed her. We figured once that was done, we'd do me. But once she found out who it was; she started glowing and she just… disappeared."
My mouth was wide open. "Who was it?!"
Shikamaru looked at me, his eyes suddenly clear- as though stirred from a daze. "Shut your mouth." Was his only answer. "There are a lot of flies around here."
I pouted angrily "So, they'll fly straight through me."
Shikamaru groaned. "You always were so troublesome! Oh. I almost forgot. We can travel through time bu-"
"So why don't I just go back in time and see who killed me?"
"If you'd let me finish… But, we can only go forwards. And once we skip ahead, we can't go back again. I don't really know why. It's just the way it works."
There were a few seconds of awkward silence. "So, how does it work?"
"You think of a specific event or a particular time and you… skip to it I guess."
"Why can't I just think "My murderer confesses" and go there?"
"It doesn't work like that. Have you heard of Death Note?"
"Yeah, er, vaguely…" I wasn't about to admit to him that I'd seen the movie about twenty times and even sat through all thirty-something episodes of the anime in a day…
"Like that. You have to be picturing their face as you do it. Either that, or a date."
The wail of police sirens cut through the air. Two swung round the corner and skidded to a halt outside my house. Shikamaru fell silent as we watched the doors open and several policemen walk out. An ambulance and a coroner's van followed straight behind.
As I watched one of the Paramedics come out from the back of the Ambulance, my heart froze. "Daddy?"
I stood up and walked towards him. "Dad?" Dad…" I realised I was right, it was my dad. I saw his eyes widen in horror as he realised where he was and he ran to the front door, which was promptly opened by a pallid Sasuke.
As my body was wheeled out several minutes later, my dad staring at the sealed body bag. Crying.
I went back to Shikamaru, who had closed his eyes and was breathing deep, even breaths… My everything was shattering into a million fragments and he was sleeping
Unable to control my anger, I kicked him.
Fortunately for me, other dead people could feel me.
"Ow! You're such a pain!" He yelped, sitting up. His eyes fell on the scene behind me. "Ah. I see."
"Get me out of here." I muttered, my voice sounding strangled, "I need to leave this place."
"This place? Or this time?"
"Fine. Take my hand." He held out an ashen hand and I took it. It was cold.
"Now. Where do you want to go?"
As far away as possible. Was my gut instinct.
But something deep down told me that this time, it's wrong. I needed to go somewhere else.
"I want to go to my Wake."
The man with the ridiculous spiky ponytail nodded and closed his eyes. I followed suit. "What do I do now?" I asked.
"You think of your face. And then you just, think of the event. And as long as you're not distracted, you'll get there. Just imagine us there I guess. If you get it wrong and we end up somewhere troublesome, I'm going to leave you."
I nodded but, just as I was about to think, a thought cut through my head. "Hey, didn't you say you wouldn't be able to go anywhere your killer didn't go?"
I opened my eyes to see he had done the same thing. "Well- considering I'm here and I assume your Wake will also be held here. It would appear my killer knew you well enough to enter your house. Now stop being such a drag, close your eyes and just get us there already."
And, with that uncomfortable thought as well as the extra task of ignoring the sirens starting up behind me… I got us there.
We landed with a thud in the foyer of my house. I stood up, brushed myself down- not that there was any dust to brush off… And headed straight towards Sasuke.
He'd be in a black suit, right?
Sasuke always did look good in black.
I found him by the breakfast counter in the kitchen, talking to that stupid carrot-haired bitch from my office called Karin. She was in a tight, black, cotton, ribbed dress with a ridiculously low cut and insanely high-heeled, orange ankle boots.
Her makeup was so garish if I was alive I would've made a snarky 'needing-sunglasses-to-look-at-it' joke.
But I wasn't. So I didn't.
But she was… and as I looked upon the scene, she leaned in to Sasuke, giving him a gratuitous view down at her chest.
I looked nervously down at mine before glancing up to see Sasuke ignoring her and turning away to talk Naruto just behind him.
Hah! Wife- One. Slutty Bitch- Zero
My celebration was short lived, however, as Naruto burst into tears (this did not surprise me in the least and I just rolled my eyes) causing Sasuke to freeze and storm away.
Guess which flame-headed ho-sack followed him?
And guess which blonde bombshell followed her?
"Sasuke? I know this is hard for you. Ino was my best friend. I understand what you must be going through. But- you need to do something. I need to do something to… lessen the pain. Why don't you come to my house and we'll have some tea." She let out a pathetic attempt at a sob as she put her grimy hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "Ino loved tea."
"I fucking hate tea." I protested. "I only ever drank it at my grandmother's house. Sasuke. I'm warning you. If you go to her, I will kill you." I clawed at her face, my fingers running straight through her skin and her goddamn fake sympathetic face.
I watched as Sasuke raised his head and locked eyes with the slutty bitch.
"NO!" I screamed at her. "NOOOO! He's mine!" I began to shake, forgetting about Shikamaru's presence behind me entirely.
And as I watched my husband brush past me and walk away with the girl I had always despised and regularly wanted to kick in the face; I collapsed and began bawling into my knees.
"Before you get all troublesome and cry on me," A bored voice drawled. "You might want to look."
A sudden commotion from the front of the room made me look up, sniffing. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Karin's voice shrieked.
A calm voice responded, making Karin's outburst sound even more ridiculous to the several hundred pairs of eyes that had immediately turned to her. "Ino was my best friend," The unfamiliar voice began. I stood up and tried to peer over the heads of the crowd to see who it belonged to.
"Sasuke was the one I loved," It continued. Unable to see over their heads, or navigate my way around them, I began walking through the people instead.
"Ino was a whore and she stole my fiancé." Oh my God. I froze. What the hell was she doing there? I began to push through even faster. "But even she wouldn't stoop so low if I was married to him and it was my funeral."
"You, on the other hand, I couldn't vouch for." I finally arrived to see Karin and Sasuke covered from head to toe in red wine and in front of them, holding the large crystal jug in one hand, her other hand rested condemningly on her hip, was my best friend for years- until I, as she so eloquently put it, became a 'whore' and 'stole her fiancé'- her short, layered hair dyed from the soft bubblegum pink it had been the last time I'd seen her and she was going through her 'Rebel Before The Wedding Phase' to its original raven black, and dressed in a decent knee-length dress of flowing black silk (I knew there was a reason I liked her).
It was Sakura Haruno.
"Now Karin," she continued, unfazed by the looks of all the people, alive and dead, in the room, "I know you're an insufferable whore, and that's probably why you and Ino got on so well. But I will not allow you to rape Sasuke Uchiha at his wife's Wake. And Sasuke, as for you-" she turned her intimidating glare upon him, "I know you're an arrogant douchebag, but seriously." Her eyes flashed angrily. "If you leave this wake before every last person has gone… I swear to God I'll reunite you with Ino and she'll kill you again."
She turned to put the jug back on the table and then proceeded to march over to Karin, take her by her naked shoulders and push her out of the front door. "Sorry about the stains." She apologised, her eyes falling on the carpet underneath Sasuke's feet. "I'll pay for the cleaning."
A Brief Outline Of What's Happening:
Ino was married to Sasuke.
Ino is now dead.
Shikamaru is also dead and currently helping Ino find out who killed her.
Sakura and Ino used to be best friends.
Sakura used to be engaged to Sasuke but Ino 'whored-up' and stole him.
Karin is a ho.
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I have been watching Avatar: The Last Airbender recently. I'm on the film already (Sozin's Comet) Kekeke, I'm still firmly for ZukoxMai.
They're my two favourite characters.
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