A strange new life

7.5

I exchanged glances with my clone. Hug-chan scowled.

I signed a message. She scowled even more.

We were still in training field three. At this point, I don’t think Hug-chan needed to be here. She could go out and do something else, like visiting the grocer to buy ingredients for a baking session.

Hug-chan shook her head. Her fingers flashed a very uncouth message.

I blinked, surprised. Was she… jealous? It wouldn’t be, would it?

I don’t know what I had expected when I came to look for Ino. Maybe we’d have a happy reunion, she’d tell me all the gossip I missed. Maybe she’d punch me for getting captured. That one felt like a real possibility. According to Naruto, Ino was hella pissed with me.

You know what I hadn’t expected?

For Ino to cry until she fell asleep. What had she been doing?

So here we were. My clone and I were sitting side by side, holding a sleeping Ino.

I wanted my clone to bug off— I mean, go buy ingredients. Hug-chan didn’t want to leave, and I couldn’t just disperse her. Ino was leaning on her too. If I did, Ino would wake up.

Difficult scenario.

I glared at Hug-chan, jerking my head toward the exit. Go away already.

Hug-chan flipped me the finger.

Our silent argument didn’t last for long. I felt it before I saw it. Chakra presences that made no sense at all. It was like a huge bonfire, filled with countless small ones. I was still trying to puzzle the situation when the newcomers entered the training field.

Two shinobi from Konoha. One, I knew; the other, I could guess who it was.

The first one wore dark round sunglasses and a sea-green jacket with a high, upturned collar, dark, bushy, brown hair. My friend, Shino, even though it had been a while since I last talked with him. We drifted apart after I was assigned to team seven, instead of team eight.

The other one was like an older version of Shino. The man had dark glasses with a single tassel hanging down from one side, even spikier black hair and a mustache, and he wore a collared outfit and carried a gourd on his back. Part of the chakra I felt from him also was inside that gourd. Was that Shino’s dad?

The chakra I was sensing now made sense. Back in the academy, Shino’s chakra felt like anyone else. After expanding my range, was I also getting better definition? It made me super icky, knowing that swarming chakra inside him was just that, a swarm of insects. I held in a shudder.

Both looked at the scene: me, my clone, and the sleeping Ino. They didn’t approach but didn’t leave either.

Hug-chan looked my way, leered.

I ground my teeth. Fine. Have it your way.

Carefully, I disentangled from Ino and got up. I wasn’t about to let these two wake Best Girl Ino up.

With a temporary comms board and writing supplies in hand, I cast one last longing look at Ino, glared at Hug-chan, then went to meet the duo. We didn’t speak. I waved both to follow me and guided them until we were far from the training field. If things somehow turned sour, I didn’t want any of them near Ino.

Once we were far enough, I wrote words.

“Hello, Shino; how have you been?”

“Hello, Hinata-san,” Shino said, looked at the other shinobi. “This is Aburame Shibi, my father and head of the Aburame clan.”

I waved at the jonin.

He gave me a curt nod.

I had no idea what was going on. Wrote more words. “Is there something I can help you with?”

It might have come more brusque than I liked, but these two were intruding on my Ino time. It just wasn’t fair.

“You stink,” Shino said.

I scowled, sniffed beneath my arms, sniffed again when I felt no smell.

Shibi coughed, looked at Shino, and then at me. “Hello, Hinata-san. Please don’t mind my son. What he meant to say is that you’ve been marked by pheromones.”

“And it’s stinking up the whole village,” Shino added.

It was the damned bees, wasn’t it? I fucking knew it would be trouble. Why, oh, why. Those damned badgers. Was this a new blood feud now? Danzo, council, Hyuga, and now the Aburame clan?

“Which one was it?” Shino asked.

I tilted my head. Wrote words. “Which one what?”

“Which insect marked you?”

“Fucking killer bees that would put grown-up Akamaru to shame,” I said out loud instead of writing.

Shibi’s hand reached into his jacket, pulled out a small spray bottle, tossed it my way.

“This will help eliminate the scent.”

Shino looked like he wanted to say something, but a faint buzz from his father, one I felt inside my bones, held him back. The clan head turned to me.

“I'd like to invite you to the Aburame compound. There are things we'd like to discuss with you.”

I looked at the spray bottle and the two insect shinobi. Under both gazes, I sprayed myself with the thing. It didn’t smell like anything at all, but I caught Shino's small twitch and the agitated movements from the small swarm of chakra inside his body.

“I just returned to the village,” I wrote to both of them. “I don’t know how things are, but maybe next week?”

Shibi nodded, gave me a small smile.

“I’ll send Shino to guide you to our compound. Would dinner be alright?”

A bit speechless at the turn this took, I nodded at the duo.

“Use the spray again in two hours,” Shino said, before bowing and leaving. His dad gave me a curt bow and left as well.

That was weird as heck. What did they want? Maybe they wanted to meet the bees? I’m guessing that meeting a hive of killer bees is like Xmas arriving early for an insect-based clan?

I looked for a while longer in the duo’s direction, then shrugged. I would deal with this later. It was just another thing to pile on. The council hearing in two weeks, the Hyuga problem looming in the horizon, and now dinner at the Aburame in a week.

It was good that they left. I pushed it all out of my mind. It was time to get back to my Ino time, and no one would get in my way again. I turned and moved back to the training field.

With each step closer, my mood sank.

I dashed forward, not caring about making noise anymore. I arrived at the training field like a clap of thunder. It was empty. Where once was a sleeping beauty and a traitorous clone, now there was only a scribbled message in the dirt.

Grocer. BGIWS, BTYFS.

I scowled. Torn between wanting to strangle Hug-chan or maybe hug her. I could decide that later. Now I had to go and bake sweets. Ino wanted them, after all.