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The Roof, Monday Early Evening

Ino sat dangerously close to the edge of the roof, legs dangling off the side and every now and then she'd lean over just to stare down at the drop. She wished it was higher. The Eiffel Tower had a much better view, obviously, than the roof of the dorms.

She kinda missed that.

Most of the time though she just kicked her legs idly out in front of her and tried not to think too hard about anything. Except maybe her garden. Thinking about her garden was comforting. Untouched by the last week--except for her resolution to never have any statues in the garden ever. Comforting was good.

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Someone rather familiar floated up from below and saluted her from his seat on the broom.

He was smiling, bright as anything, and it was obvious that the reason for the smile was also it's recipient.

"I don't suppose the lady would like a ride?"

She raised her eyebrows, smiling, and letting herself fall into the pattern of before. This too, was comforting. Familiar.

Family.

"Lady?" Ino queried, glancing back over her shoulder, "I'm not quite sure who the gentleman is referring to."

"The most beauteous maiden that sits before me," he said, wondering if there was perhaps a better word he could have used instead of sits. Perhaps 'seated'. That sounded a little less crude.

"She of the golden locks, the enchanting smile, the eyes of blue sapphires..."

He floated onto the roof and dropped the broom to plop next to her.

"Should I go on or can I just say 'the best little sister ever' and get on with things?"

He'd not been next to her for more than a second or two before she'd flung her arms around him, clinging. He'd probably notice that she was thinner than she'd been a week ago.

"Missed you," Ino said, still clinging, "and your smart tongue, honestly. Beauteous."

He put his arms around her in return and kissed her hair. He didn't comment on how much thinner she was... but he did promise himself that he'd start bringing food by. And that he'd keep more treats in his bag for her. He'd just have to come up with more things so she had a variety.

"I missed you too," he said, very very quietly. "and my tongue isn't all that smart. It cheats and looks at your answers, I promise."

She closed her eyes, content just to lean against him. "You'd promise me the moon, I think, if I asked for it," Ino said, smiling, "but thank you all the same. It's been so long since I've seen you, I'm glad."

"And I'd have to figure out how to get it to you. Luckily, I don't think you'll ask for something ridiculous like that."

He smiled right back.

"Because you know you wouldn't have anywhere to keep it."

He didn't know how long it'd been for her. He just knew that he could hold her, right now, and tell her ridiculous things and she'd smile. That was what was important.

It was what was important. There was no disagreement on her part.

She laughed softly, glancing up at him. "I could hang it above my garden. It'd be grand."

"Then perhaps I'll get you a very small piece," he said thoughtfully. "For your garden, of course. You'd just have to be careful not to lose it during the day."

Ino wrinkled her nose cheerfully. "I'd keep it on me at all times as it was a gift from my very favourite brother."

He looked down at her airily before setting his shoulders.

"After I figure out your broom, perhaps I'll try and get you a piece. Just a small one, mind. Enough to light up your garden at night."

He gave her a squeeze.

"But only that much. We wouldn't want to inadvertently darken the skies, now, would we?"

Ino's arms tightened around him for a moment. "Best brother ever," she said again, "even if you don't manage to get the moon for me." Obviously teasing.

"I try," he admitted with a faint smirk. He did try. He'd try until he couldn't anymore.

It was a long time before he spoke again.

"Care to go on a broom ride?"

She'd been almost but not quite drowsing, content in the silence, in his presence, in just being there and knowing she was safe, when he spoke. She stirred against him, a grin quirking her lips.

"I'd love to fly again."

He grinned, kissed her hair, and got up. He pulled the broom with him and mounted up, holding an arm out for her.

"Then it is my greatest privilege to take you up."

Beat.

"Hurry up, though, or it'll only be three barrel rolls before I let you steer."

"So demanding," she giggled, taking his arm to get on the broom, "and I don't want to steer." That was more quietly. "You take control for tonight. Just want to fly."

He nodded.

"As the lady wishes."

At which point he pushed off from the roof and shot up into the sky.

She leaned back against him, just a bit, closing her eyes and letting the wind fill her ears, her head, her mind.

This was fantastic.

A loop, a barrel roll... he wanted to give her a good ride, make up for all the rides they'd missed of late. He wanted to make her smile.

No. He was on the broom.

He wanted to make her laugh with pure glee.

She wasn't laughing, not so early into the ride, but she was smiling, grinning even, as he rolled them through the air.

Here, in the air, she was relaxing in a different way than she'd done the night before just sitting with Kabuto's arms around her.

Of course not. But all rides must start somewhere.

A looping barrel roll dove into a corkscrew down that almost pointed them to the ground before he swung the handle up and shot up into the clouds. Then he took them back down, the drop turned into a great swoop as he started swaying back and forth across the sky.

Tears wet her cheeks but Ino wasn't aware of that, not right now, not with the wind and the flying and the sheer freedom of it all. She was laughing, quietly still, but laughing nonetheless, all but breathless with glee and gladness.

Perhaps his arms squeezed around her in a hug. More than likely, though, it was just that he was making sure she was secure.

They sped over the island and he brought her to one of the beaches, dipping down till they almost skimmed the water before tipping the broom back up to the sky over the island.

She was laughing more now, clinging to the broom for balance and yet absolutely sure that he'd never drop her, never let her fall, never miss catching her if she did.

Never.

Up near the clouds now, he rolled them along the whispy edges. It was cold, yes, but the sensation was like nothing else and it lasted as he brought them back down in another corkscrew.

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