#inotheflower

horror-themed sentence starters || @inotheflower

He snorts so hard that he almost spits out his drink, taking in her judgmental stare from across the table of their regular barbecue haunt. She’s been acting like this for days now, so holier-than-thou that he wonders how she can function with her head that far up her own ass. Or maybe she’s just on the rag. 

He can practically feel his mother’s hand smacking him across the back of the head for having such a misogynistic thought, but he’s tired. Tired of her sucking the fun out of everything just because she’s pissy or insecure, or whatever dumb thing hormonal women get upset over. Broken nails and lost tampons and the like… He’s pretty sure Yoshino would absolutely clock him for that one too. 

“Says the girl whose mugshot is on every page of the DSM-5.” He carefully places a piece of raw meat onto the grill between them, glancing over at Choji’s neglected beverage, the third member of Team 10 so involved with his dinner that he’s seemingly oblivious to their conversation. Shikamaru pilfers the shot of sake, drops it into the glass tumbler of citrusy beer and swipes it off the table, draining it hastily and repressing a soft hiccup. 

“Also, I’ve seen your type,” he quips, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve, “crazy is only the half of it. There’s also aloof, emotionally unavailable…” Choji mutters something indiscernible through the poorly-masticated beef wadded into his cheek, never once lifting his gaze. A diabolical smile flashes across Shikamaru’s face as the single word registers. “Oh yes, and how could I forget?” He goads with juvenile amusement, “Gay.” 

"I trust you to do the best and teach her well.” A nod of the head followed, steps echoing closer and farther as the man left. The man with bright blue eyes sighed loudly. He... a teacher for the chef’s toy? A loud mouthed rich brat? He almost took pity on her, to be given away to someone else like an object just because of money, just because of a lost bet. He put on his weapons and made his way down to the prison. The underground base was tightly locked down and surely scary, if you were to come in here for the first time. He wondered, how she was feeling, but he surely wasn’t the right person to teach a girl how to pleasure men, much less etiquette. If she were to be obedient, then she’d be shown around the heads of the mafia though and maybe she was smart enough to see this opportunity. Better to be kept on a leash then to end up dead in the gutter.

He just entered the prison when he heard loud screams. The boy surely weren’t treating the princess well. The blond walked over to her cell calmly. Cerulean orbs raked over her figure; in chains on a chair with nothing more than a ragged shirt and a slip. Her eyes were covered by someone’s tie and three large men stood around her thin frame. When they noticed the blond, they muttered an apology before leaving the both of them alone. ‘ You were supposed to teach her obedience, not to beat it into her ‘

Indeed, he didn’t think obedience could be beat into someone. To rule over someone with fear was nothing more than a laughing stick. True obedience and loyalty was something sacred. He didn’t kill men on command for 10 years, if he didn’t feel that way for his master. The chef had took him in, when the assassin was just 6 years old. He had been trained since then and had risen in the ranks to be second hand man. He approached the blond girl silently, watching her figure squirm there on the chair. The blond could understand the need to teach her; could see what his master wanted from her. She had the perfect figure and a pretty face.

           Vaguely. He probably remember things of last night vaguely--- but well, the blurry memories are starting to clears up now, albeit slowly ; Shikamaru knew of the fact that the two of them are still behind the line of best friend / childhood friends last night and now he... wasn’t so sure anymore and instead of asking for certainty, his lizard brain decided to blurt out the question about wearing protection. He’s not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry for that.

A somewhat helpless smile stretched on his lips when she called him the responsible one of the two, he gently grabs the finger that was pressed on his chest and casually clasps her hand with his own.

{{ If I forgot to mention someone, Merry Christmas and I appreciate you so much! 

At the end greeting, I was very tired by the end of the recording so I apologize if it comes off kinda blunt *sweats*

I know I don’t have the most accurate Sasuke voice impression but my friends enjoy when I do it, lol. }}

“…And?”

Flaxen eyebrows knit together at his expression, a pout forming on her lips. Ino took a bit of offense to the fact that the male before her clearly underestimatedher skill at handling knives. Granted it wasn’t the type of knife she was used to carrying, and she wasn’t that great at cooking, so it probably looked a hell of a lot more dangerous since she really didn’t know what she was doing all that well.

“I bought this knife so I could learn, and it’s going to be impossible to even start if you’re over there judging me from the other side of the room. So either get over here and help me, or you can leave, ne?”

And with that, she turned back to the task before her, icy eyes glaring daggers into the food as if it were going to cut itself with just a single look.

“You’re going to cut your flippin’ fingers off If you cut like that!” 

   Blue eyes wide with true anxiety, he rushed over toward the blond and snatched the knife from her. It was obvious that she wasn’t very good at this --he wasn’t necessarily one to judge, but damn. With the knife secure in his care Deidara could take a deep breathe in and relax. After a few seconds he began chopping the onions. 

  With confidence he could do this without looking his gaze set on the small shinobi. “See, this is how you--” he felt a sharp pain in his finger and immediately whipped his head back over toward the chopping board. A copious amount of blood pooled at his feet. Deidara had chopped his finger off.