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chipper

[ closed | on-going ] take your love and turn it into obscenity.
Who: Ino and Suigetsu
What: After swearing her to secrecy, Suigetsu takes Ino to one of his underground Fight Club-esque matches. It's pretty much the closest they'll ever get to an actual date. Ah, romance.
When: October 16th, 10pm
Where: Some... abandoned warehouse somewhere. IT'S ALWAYS AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE.
Warning(s): ...I don't even know. A lot.

The match was over.

At least, Ino assumed it was over, just like how she assumed Suigetsu was the one that won, considering the other guy didn't look like he was about to get up anytime soon and the designated referee was saying something she couldn't hear over the roar of the crowd. Boxing or mixed martial arts or whatever this was (beating the shit out of each other for the hell of it, apparently) wasn't exactly her thing, so the rules went over her head and she'd found herself looking away from the pointless brutality--fight almost as much as she'd been watching.

It didn't really stop her from cheering Suigetsu on, though. Just because he was stupid and obviously a masochist didn't mean she wanted him to lose. Getting your ass handed to you like this wasn't really something she'd wish on anybody.

That was the only way she could explain the relief she felt at seeing him walk out of the makeshift ring, instead of being dragged out like his opponent. That was the only way she could explain the tight knot in her throat as he trailed blood like breadcrumbs, deep red dripping from his knuckles and running down his cheek.

Ino moved quickly to intercept him, weaving through the crowd until she was at his side, but just far enough away that errant drops of blood didn't find her clothes.

"I knew it," she said, expression hard and tone clipped as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. "I knew you were an idiot. Are you okay?"