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Chapter 3- Purple Roses

Hello my lovely readers! Welcome back! Uhm no super important notes for this chapter. I’m still just building up the story and their backgrounds. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it!

Summary: There was so much that was left unsaid between them.

Purple Roses: Purple roses primarily stand for enchantment. The giver of the purple rose seeks to convey that he or she has fallen in love with the recipient at the very first sight. A deep magnetism and charm that makes the recipient almost irresistible is what the purple rose seeks to convey.

Flashback

“What are you drawing?”

Sai looked up startled by blonde hair and blue eyes blocking his view of the pond. Wordlessly he showed her a picture of a duck that he’d drawn.

Her eyes brightened at the picture amazed at how wonderfully he’d drawn it. “How cute! Can I keep it?” He peered at her confused but nodded tearing the sheet out of his notebook. She smiled gratefully before folding it up to place in her pocket for safekeeping.

“I’m Ino!”

“Sai”

“Hi, Sai! Are you new here? Where's your mommy and daddy?” She looked around not finding anyone watching him.

“I...I don’t have one..” He didn’t know quite how to explain what happened, but all he knew was that they were no longer around.

Ino’s face fell at the sad response. Her mommy and daddy were the best, she couldn’t imagine not having them.

“Okay well, then you’re mine.”

His head tilted confused by the statement. “What?”

“You belong with me! Daddy said it’s important to be part of something, to belong to a clan or family. You’re mine and I’m yours.” She explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Sai had never had anything that was his own, that was just his. She was a curious creature much more excitable and intrusive than anyone that he was used to but she had a pretty smile and her eyes were his favorite color.

“Come on play with me.” She held her hand out to take and for the first time since his life had started to fall apart, he felt himself smile. Her hand was soft and warm against his and it reminded him of when he held his mom’s hand. He felt safe with her.

“No matter what happens we’re going to be best friends and you’ll be a Yamanaka. You’ll sell your pictures and buy me a nice house with a garden of roses and bush clovers!”

He liked the idea of a friend and the future she described. He could draw, he had Ino and a home. What more could he ask for?

End Flashback

The coffee shop was just as he remembered it. Cozy with plush chairs and painted walls. On one wall he was surprised to see a painting that he’d gifted the owner years ago to thank him for always letting him hang around there. Even after they closed, on days he just didn’t want to go home, the owner would let him stay until it was all cleaned up.

She was there in their corner on her second cup of coffee. He could easily tell that she was worried. She had a habit of biting her nails when she was nervous. Still, this was only the third time seeing her and he felt his heart racing. He had always known that she was beautiful but he didn’t think that she could have become this gorgeous.

He sat down next to her taking the offered cup.

“Green tea.” She explained looking back down at her worn nails. This wasn’t right they’d always been almost too comfortable with each other. This tension felt wrong.

He took a sip gratefully. She had it made perfectly for him remembering how he would drink it. “Thank you.”

“Talk to me.”

He could see the pleading in her eyes for something, some kind of explanation. He wanted to avoid this conversation but she needed to know everything, or at least most of it.

There was no point in delaying this talk any longer. “I’d wanted to come back for a while. Exploring the world was great but it was starting to wear on me and I was feeling less inspired. I needed to come home. Danzo didn’t like that.” Ino looked up hearing that name having her own feelings about his foster father.

Sai just stared up at the ceiling, wanting to avoid the pity in her eyes. “He kept booking appearances and making promises that kept delaying my return. Then he died.”

“I’m sorry Sai.”

He just shrugged. “I’m not. We both know he took me in for the money. Then when he realized he could keep milking art and money out of me he just kept me around. When he died I asked Yamato for help. He found me the teaching job at the university. Remember, I’d always wanted to teach. I teach your class, sell my work in galleries around the world and have my studio and gallery I’m opening up.” Since his foster father died all the money he’d hid away was finally released to him. He could live a pretty comfortable life just off of that in addition to the money he had coming from different sales. Teaching though had been another dream of his. He had such incredible teachers that helped and inspired him. He wanted to do that for others.

Ino sat there speechless trying to process all the information he’d given her thankful that he was willing to reveal everything he had. He’d been through a lot the past few years and she was sure the last months were challenging, but why didn’t he try to reach out to her or their friends. She thought that he knew how much they all cared about him. That she cared.

She began to worry her pinky until he placed his hand over hers to stop her movement. She looked at him gratefully.

She paused before considering her next question. “Why.. uhm why did you return my letters?”

He just stared at her confused. “What letters?”

“My dad, he asked Danzo for an address so that I could write to you. He knew that he’d never give me a number to call you at. This seemed like a happy medium. I was pretty torn up after you left. The letters just kept getting sent back. I just assumed you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” She admitted remembering how worried her parents had been.

Fuck. If he knew Danzo the bastard was probably keeping them from him to keep him focused. He’d asked time and time again if he could get in contact with his friends but his “father” said that they were just a distraction, and kept trying to convince him that they didn’t care about him anymore. Years after not hearing from them it became easier and easier to believe. He was stupid to believe anything that man told him.

“I...I never got them.” He knew that if he had their lives right now would be very different.

She nodded as the pieces were being put together she wasn’t surprised and felt a bit relieved. She was thankful that there was another reason than him just not wanting anything to do with her. “I was sure that it was a mistake at first so I kept writing, but they just kept coming back. Still, there were so many times that I needed to talk to you, to my best friend, so I started writing.” She placed a worn journal with roses embossed on the cover in his hands. “They have the first few letters I wrote to you and some other entries. I know you’re busy so you don’t have to read them all. Uhm you don’t even have to read any of them.” She started to feel anxious about bearing her heart and feelings to him so openly but they had already lost so much time together. They both needed to be honest.

She paused to look at him blue meeting an inky black both their eyes set in sadness but hopeful. “Sai, I hate that I know nothing about your life anymore. We were inseparable and when you left it was like a part of me went with you. This was the only way that I could keep any kind of connection with you.” His heart was breaking at her tears.

“Ino…” There was nothing else that he could say. He’d abandoned her and she had to face life without him there. He’d missed so much and there was no way that he’d ever be able to make it up to her.

She knew that by handing over her journal she was giving him her heart again. She hoped that this time he’d know what to do with it. That this time he would understand how she felt about him. “I know things are weird because you’re my teacher but you were my friend first and maybe things can’t go back to the way they were but I still want you in my life.” Carefully she took his hand in hers hoping that he wouldn’t push her away but his fingers curved around hers.

“We’ll figure this out together.”

She smiled hoping that it was true. “We always have.”

Ugh...Danzo...I still haven’t completely worked out how long it's going to be. I feel like I have the end down but it’s all the stuff in the middle throwing me off haha. Also if it’s moving fast it’s because it is lol. I really have no patience for writing a slow burn, I don’t have enough mental fortitude or ability to focus long enough for that haha Also I want my babies happy! Okay, thanks again for reading! I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to read, reblog or comment. I love you all!

*Till the next one!

Roses:

Chapter 1: Roses

Chapter 2: Yellow Roses

Chapter 3: Purple Roses

#inosai #saiino #sai x ino #modernau #collegeau #fanfic

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