Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Killing Me ❯ Yamanaka Ino ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Notes:

I don't really know where this story popped out from. But since it continually is bugging me, despite the fact that I am not a drama fic writer, I am going to continue writing it. :) Thanks for the all the reviews minna-san.

DISCLAIMER:

I am about to transition to another job that would pay less than the one I have right now. I don't have any money. I do not (clutching chest, pain written all over face) own Naruto.

Killing Me

by Boyarina

Yamanaka Ino

Before I came up with this twisted scheme of getting myself raped, I thought myself invincible. I had no fear whatsoever in what I am to embark on, so I went through with it--mindless of what the consequences are going to be, mindless of what could go wrong.

I am going to get out of this, this was my last coherent thought before the darkness claimed me. I had never doubted my proficiency in getting myself out of life and death situations, and at that time, I was confident that I would be able to EVENTUALLY escape.

I am strong, not strong as Sakura, but decently strong for a kunoichi. I am quick and coordinated in using my hands and feet. I just KNEW I would get out of it alive (and untouched), no matter what.

Straining to get the upper hand, I focused my chakra to my limbs as I kicked and held my breath in to the best of my ability. When I accidentally got a sniff of the stuff they were clogging my nose with, I panicked because I felt myself instantly getting dizzy. Vainly, I tried fighting back to the surface of reality, but the more I struggled in their hold, the harder they pressed in the handkerchief to my nose.

I passed out.

Those bastards got me good. I was completely knocked out even before I would complete even just a simple kawarimi. That sleeping drug sure acted rapidly---slowed down my breathing and heartbeat; forced down my nervous system to go on standby.

I wasn't able to do anything. Pathetic. They got me knocked out and they had their way with me for God-knows how many times. Proof enough is just how enormously sore my body is now, with pinprickles of pain shooting me DOWN THERE and BACK THERE, plus my mouth felt like it's STRETCHED to the limit.

Dirty BASTARDS.

If you are, by the way wondering if I am alive or not, considering that all my entrances have been fucked STUPID, I could assure you that I am alive. But, you most certainly could think of me as something that has already passed the plains of existence.

I am alive only because I once AGAIN have to save myself (an automatic response to the given situation, really, not due to my will for self-preservation) and for this very reason--illogical though it maybe-- I am no longer willing to believe that I truly exist.

For, an existing human being have someone that would value and construe their place in this world. That someone would have rushed to this person's rescue because he is compelled to do it, because if he have floundered in the act of saving this person, it would certainly be something that he would never have forgiven himself in.

I NEED this certain someone who would've definitely chosen to face the fires of hell than to fail in upholding the sanctity of my person.

Yes, I know I am being a drama queen. I have family, I have friends, I have teammates for Kami's sake! For these reasons, I technically shouldn't even have the right to lament over people not valuing my existence and such.

But I am.

It's different when you have that one person who OWNS you. Someone who would resort to menacling you to his body so he could make sure that you'd forever be there. Someone whom YOU COULD OWN in return and he would not feel suffocated by it.

I NEED that person, but it seems like I'd never ever get that person. He probably doesn't exist. Anyone who have said we all are actually halves of ourselves is so NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD. What it appears to me is that I am completely whole--and that I would be the only one forever looking out for myself.

That particular philisopher, or guru---whatever--- is probably taking ecstacy during the time that he made this horrendously erroneous statement.

After all, my plan failed, and it failed DISASTROUSLY. If this philosopher had been right, I would have been saved by someone other than myself. But I am not. So not. I am fleeced of my hymen, I have been beaten to the inch of my life (and I have certainly beaten them BASTARDS back), I am trudging home, alone, devoid of any explanations why I am like this.

I am a complete wreck, a pathetic ass loser who had bitten more than she could chew.

The worse part of this is I think I am about to lose my hold on reality. I have to get myself to a safe place for I have no savior to put my faith on, lest I drop to the ground with nothing but tattered clothing on me. Personally, I don't want to go through with the experience I had this night.

Then, appearing from out of the blue, there he was.

"YOU!" I growled, frustrated. Well, what do you think I would feel?

Everything is so NOT fine and dandy when I saw him. His timing is definitely off and he is definitely not my vision of a knight in shining armor.

But, he is there nevertheless.

...or IS he? Oh, gosh I probably am hallucinating. I had so wanted this to happen that my mind is finally now scrambled enough to conjure a man for the sake of conjuring a man.

I need a REAL person! Did I NOT specify this before? I need a real, live person who would be able to at LEAST pick me up and cart me away from this hellhole. Not, this MIRAGE that could only watch me as I stumble out of this place.

I got my eyes trained on him, silently commanding for him to come closer.

Goddamit, he is just STARING at me! Can't he just help me instead!

Well, probably not, he IS a mirage after all.

Oh God, I am already starting to be delirious.

I think I'll just faint now. Though, this is not the way that I have imagined myself finally throwing in the towel, but what the heck.

Good Bye.