Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Author's note: I don't know about you but... I kinda love the Ino-Shika-Cho trio. (Also, I always asked myself how it began? why? when? Since Kishimoto won't answer my many (many, many) questions about the very first trio, I decided to find an answer myself.

Here's the first part of what I imagined...

(English is not my native language and I do not have any beta to correct my mistakes. I apologise.) Feel free to leave a review, it will be deeply appreciated !

THE BOAR

Inojika watched the boar wallowing in mud, snorting from time to time. It's gross, she thought. But she couldn't stop looking at the pig, mesmerized by its lack of grace and beauty. Dirty brown fur that she'd rather have as a coat, muddy paws and toned muscles under the skin to fight, when it had to. She understood that feeling, though - she had the same strength, hidden behind her exquisite features. She was stunning and a gift for the eyes, that lady. They - men, obviously - thought she was weak and she didn't deserve to lead the Yamanaka Clan. They forgot she was skilled, frightening and deadly. Just as that boar who was eating a rotten apple covered in dirt.

The fact that Inojika embodied best what "perfection" represented also meant that she used it as her advantage. Who would think such a radiant lady could slit your throat without blinking? You guessed it well: no one. Her power lay in her bright red lipstick and her enhanced cheekbones. She was aware that men were watching her back - her butt - but she didn't care. One touch, and a kunai would pierce the air and cut off the wandering hand.

She was beauty, she was grace but she was harsh.

And she was at the head of the Yamanaka Clan.

She got that title when her father - a brave, but a foolish man - had been found dead on the battlefield, two years ago. Suffocated to death by a shadow. She never sought revenge -those kinds of stupid thoughts would only lead her to the same fate. So here she was, watching a damn boar carelessly, even when its narrowing eyes found hers, ready to strike her tiny body. She stood up of her feet, leaving the smuggish forest before losing track on time.

Or worse, crossing the path of an enemy.

She came back to the compound an hour later. Located next to the forest, it was highly guarded. Nobody could reach the main house without suffering the consequences: a slow, painful death. A Senju youngster tried, once. It was his only mistake. He had been torn apart from the inside, begging for release. Inojika had broke his neck.

When she entered her estate with ease and confidence, everybody recognized their superior and some of them bowed to greet her.

She had straight blond hair as glowing as the sun. Her facial features were gentle enhanced by a strong chin. Despite the rainy weather, she only wore a mesh armour under a radiant, thin jacket with blue, red and pink complicated flowers designed on. Instead of a skirt, Inojika chose to wear a pair of black leather pants. "Only men are allowed to wear trousers, they said. Only men are allowed to fight, they said." But his father never succeeded to fuck her mother hard enough to put a manly seed inside her belly.

However, he had been pleased to discover that her baby girl was gleaming with power. He passed the torch when he died while he could have picked his little brother to lead the Clan - but he will never be as lethal as Inojika, who knew how to use her body to charm, to fight, to kill.

She was a rose, that lady.

Beautiful, colorful, spreading her petals as she spread out her tights to suffocate you until your last breathe with her vicious thorns.

She was a rose, and she was ready to enter the battlefield tomorrow.