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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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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.

It was cold, and her hands reached out to grab at the trailing edges of the clouds gleefully and letting them trail through her hands as he brought them down.

Laughing, relaxing, free.

He kept an arm around her as she did, holding her securely so she could play.

Then he started a circuit around the island before heading back for the roof.

She trusted him utterly, that was why she played the way she did with the clouds.

As they headed back to the roof she leaned against him a bit, and closed her eyes. "Thank you," she said, not knowing if he'd hear it or if the wind would carry it away, "I needed that."

Funny how leaving the ground could make her feel more like herself again, but it was true.

They floated over the roof but he didn't put his feet down yet.

He thought of saying something for a moment before deciding on silence and a soft squeeze.

She smiled, brushing his arm around her with chilled fingertips. "Missed this," Ino said, "seven months was far too long."

He didn't startle but it was a tough thing.

"A week was a little long for me, personally."

Knowing she was gone. Knowing he couldn't bring her cookies or hug her or tell her about things.

"Far too long," she said, rolling her eyes up to glimpse his face, "for both of us. It had better not happen again. Not that way."

"No," he said, smiling down at her. "We'll have to make certain of that. Very certain it doesn't happen again."

"Okay," Ino met his smile with one of her own, "we'll figure it out, right?"

"I'm sure we will," he agreed. "You're very bright. And I'm not half bad when I put a bit of focus behind things."

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