Naruto 1. Doubt

A/N;; I absolutely love this couple! I'm aware they aren't that popular, but this idea's been with me for a while now. xD Cursing ahead.

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"Kind, collected, cute, intelligent, and fun?"

"More like the last two," Ino leaned back in the uncomfortable chair and examined her filed nails. "and that's pushing it, Haruno."

"Yeah?! Let's hear some charming qualities about you, Yamanaka," The skilled medic with vibrant pink hair demanded, "I'll bet they aren't hardly as impressive."

"Let's see.." She readjusted her white hat that went along with her totally unfashionable hospital uniform. "Great-looking, smart, fun-loving, slim, hard-working, and entirely unique. See? And that was just off the top of my head."

Sakura rolled her eyes exaggeratedly at the wink she received. "You left out shallow!"

"You forgot jealous in yours, but it's fine," Blonde hair swung over her left shoulder. "At least I can pull off this uglyass uniform. Anyway, you know as well as I do we won't be seventeen forever, right? I'm sure as hell not going to waste my time being boring!"

It was funny that what Sakura noted as shallow Ino deemed as boring.

"Look, I know you won't take this seriously, but we don't all have that incredible Prince Charming waiting to sweep us off our feet."

Sakura opened her mouth to protest, but was cut short immediately.

"No," Ino smirked. "All you would have to do is snap your fingers and Naruto would fall to one knee and propose. You know it's true, and I'm just pointing out the obvious here."

Crossing her legs, she leaned forward. "Not that I think love is a guaranteed thing in life. Maybe just with you and fairy tales." Shrug.

"Ino, you just have to be patient. The right guy isn't just going to appear out of nowhere." Sakura had been through this with her best friend more than once. Not that she believed Ino was ready for a commitment, but that she should definitely know what she wanted by now.

Standing up and dusting herself off, the blonde winked again. "Well, if you see anyone who can fit _these_ standards, let me know." She headed for the door. "If you'll excuse me, I must be getting back to work now. Talk to me later."

Sakura felt like pulling her hair out. The few words she managed to force into the conversation seemed to get caught in the door her friend slammed. Ino acted as if she knew everything. Half the guys she had tried to set her up with never got the chance they deserved because Ino always ditched them after the first date. _Just no sparks_, or _too boring_, or _just so blatantly awful that she doesn't know why she even tries_. There's always some excuse, and she's just too choosy.

The long-haired kunoichi paused in front of a mirror in the boring, empty hallway. Between being a full-time medic, a florist, keeping up with the interrogation unit, minding her clan, and maintaining the top spot for successful seduction missions, Ino had little time for actual romance. Did she think she deserved a man? Absolutely. Did she want to chase some guy who she didn't know she had substantial feelings for? Probably not. Did she want to feel something and have an endless adrenaline rush? Hell yeah.

Her dreamlike state was interrupted by an ear-shattering sound.

"HEY!" An obnoxious voice hollered. "Where's the damn service around here?!"

Ino rushed to the room where the complaints were heard, expecting some type of emergency.

"Christ, it's about time."

Ino wanted to pinch the bridge of her nose and shake her head at the sight before her.

A certain Inuzuka was sprawled out in a pretty unusual position, his right leg wrapped and propped on many pillows. His dark hair was pointing in every direction and he looked as if he had just rolled in dirt for a convenient bath. A large white canine lay at the foot of the bed, drooling and licking himself.

"You realize there's a button right next to you for a reason?" With her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, she sighed.

At the sight of her, Akamaru unceremoniously jumped from the bed and began sniffing her eagerly, tail wagging with enthusiasm.

Ino grimaced. "Are dogs even allowed in here?"

He pushed his brown hair back, tossing a treat to Akamaru before shrugging. "I dunno, don't really care. He goes where I go."

"What happened to you, anyways?" Ino wondered aloud, her eyes doing an involuntary double take at his bare torso and minor cuts, along with his bandaged leg.

It wasn't long before Kiba plunged into storytelling mode, emphasizing random points with his hands. She frankly didn't care for all his details, but she was enjoying the view of his shirtless form. He was definitely fit, complete with broad shoulders and nice arms.

If Kiba noticed her checking him out, he was too indulged in his own story to say so. "So I finally say, get the hell outta my way, or I'll tear your ass up!" He cracked his knuckles. "So then the guy's buddy managed to get a hold on my leg somehow, but then Akamaru got him good!"

Ino refrained from yawning.

"But then Shino half-smothered them to death with bugs," He said it like it was an everyday thing, "but I got him with my good leg so he could kiss the ground!" A sadistic laugh. Akamaru barked.

"Interesting," She lied, knowing his story was most likely stretched.

"But those damn medics wouldn't let me go home! I told them I was fine, but nope. I have to spend the fucking night here," Kiba whined. "Whatever, man. I hate this place. There's nothing to do."

Ino's expression quickly turned disapproving. "There must have been some legitimate concern if they wanted you to stay the night."

"I look okay, don't I? They just don't know what they're talking about."

The blonde huffed and escorted herself to the door, remembering why she didn't associate with Kiba often. His arrogance always exposed itself and clouded his physique.

"Wait!"

"What!?" The Yamanaka looked back at him irritably.

Kiba's eyes widened. "You are not the best nurse! Why do you think I called for you, blondie?"

_Deep breaths. You deal with disrespectful patients every week_. "What then?"

"I need some water, as does my loyal companion," He pulled his leather jacket over his chest. "and I want extra blankets if I'm gonna be staying here. You guys should really think of turning the heat up."

"Okay," Ino said before he could complain any more. "Be right back."

When she returned with three blankets, Kiba was flipping through channels on TV and groaning.

Akamaru yipped and tugged at the blankets Ino held. "Back off, dog!" She set the blankets on the bed so she could refill his glass.

After pouring water in a bowl for Akamaru, she rested her eyes on the dog-lover. "Anything else, Kiba?"

"Aren't you gonna cover me up?" The Inuzuka gestured at the blankets and gave her a pitiful look.

"You cannot be serious." Ino's face fell as she watched his dog get comfortable at his master's feet.

He merely shrugged, placing his hands behind his head. "Go ahead."

Ino inhaled sharply as she unfolded the rough blankets and spread them over Kiba carefully.

"That's more like it," He grinned playfully. "I guess I could get used to a pretty nurse looking after me all day."

Even though she wouldn't take it as a genuine compliment, blood rushed to her face immediately. "Just be quiet. Are you sure the injury isn't to your head?"

Kiba leaned closer to her, watching her work. "You can always double-check."

"No thanks, mutt," The mind specialist tucked a blanket around Akamaru, stroking his ear gently. "think I'll take your word for it."

"Wanna stay and keep us company? We can watch bad TV together," He gave her a flirtatious smile, along with a look in his eyes that said he didn't really want to watch TV.

Ino glowered. "I have work, and even if I didn't, there's no way I'd keep someone as dirty as you company right now."

Kiba's smile dipped a bit as he examined his dirty fingernails and filthy hands. "Maybe next time you'll have the pleasure of treating me, then."

"I'll be counting the days and nights," Her voice oozed sarcasm as she turned her back on him.

"Oh, and I won't hesitate to call you if I need anything," He reminded her retreating form with a sweet grin.

Pretending she hadn't heard the last part, she felt annoyed that she didn't get the last word in. Dealing with two hardheaded people in the last half hour was especially_ draining_. 2 hours and her shift would end finally. Damn.

Ino's thoughts idly returned to that obnoxious, cocky, but fairly easy on the eyes Inuzuka.

As far back as she could recall, she was never crazy about him. As children, she would tease him happily about his dog-like habits. Even as they aged, she spoke to him minimally and he never intrigued her.

But when they came into contact, it inevitably resulted in disagreement, exasperation, and clashing beliefs.

The blonde's tolerance of Kiba gradually expanded during the time they involuntarily worked together in war. Their respective teams interacted increasingly after Asuma's passing. They spent hours assuring Kurenai and aiding her with her newborn.

Even so, Ino always picked Hinata to converse with. Kiba and Shino were the ones Chouji and Shikamaru always made conversation with. It was nothing more than a familiarity and gender thing, she simply assumed.

But it would be a flat out lie if she said she didn't learn anything about their team. Hinata wasn't just some desperately shy, weak girl who had a crush on Naruto. She was a strong individual with a warm heart for everybody. Shino wasn't just some creepy bug guy who spoke in a monotone ninety percent of the time; he was powerful with his abilities and very kind.

Kiba, she had observed, was quick on the draw and extremely loyal to his comrades. He was careful of Kurenai's feelings in her fragile state. Obviously respecting her and being grateful for all the years of training. However, Ino wasn't oblivious to the look Kiba got in his eyes when anyone would mention war, or loss. She could sense the pain and sadness by being in the same room.

She wished she didn't catch the sympathetic looks he would cast in their direction whenever Kurenai would speak of Asuma. She wished he didn't feel so sorry for them. It stung worse, and she couldn't help but wonder if Shikamaru or Chouji noticed.

Ino concluded that Kiba was a very raw individual, who felt things passionately, often expressing himself. Maybe it was just coincidence she was bothered by his traits. Maybe they didn't appeal to her because they were strikingly similar to her own.

Perhaps if his witty sense of humor didn't make her laugh at least once in a while. Then maybe she wouldn't be able to entertain the thought of him.

Perhaps if Akamaru didn't stop by Yamanaka Flowers every once in a while to snack and drool on her flowers.

Whenever Ino would call him out on anything, he would respond rather boldly, stating he never did wrong in the first place. Maybe she was somewhat fond of his argumentative personality. If only he knew where to draw the line to fit her standards.

Absentmindedly carrying some papers that lacked signatures, she brushed past Hana Inuzuka in the now-buzzing hallway.

"How's it going, Ino?" Hana was always considerate to her. They got along spectacularly. She wondered how the two could possibly be related.

"Hi, Hana," She smiled politely, "I just tended to your brother. He's in decent condition, showing signs of being obnoxious and slightly bossy."

"Really now?" Kiba's sister didn't feign surprise. "He sounds alright to me!"

The older woman's eyes suddenly sparkled with curiosity. "Wait a minute, he didn't flirt with you, did he?"

Ino squirmed under her suspecting gaze, unsure of how she felt about their straightforward questioning. "Kind of." She attempted to shrug it off.

"Just don't take it too seriously," Hana said with a flick of the wrist.

The blonde felt a twinge of frustration pull at her insides. "What do you mean by that?"

As if she had just realized she had made her brother sound like some asshole player, the brunette tried to play it off. "Oh, Ino, just.." She searched for the right words. "Nothing against you or anything, I just don't think you and Kiba would ever work out."

"Why do you say that?" Ino couldn't help herself. She felt undesirable and ridiculous in that moment.

"Well, you and Kiba both have very strong personalities," Hana admitted uneasily, "You both seem to have very opinionated views on everything, and I'd hate to be around for the screaming matches." She laughed dryly.

What was this girl spewing? What business did she have acting like she knew Ino's entire back story?

Despite the defensiveness gnawing at her, Ino simply tossed her head and slipped on an artificial mask. "You have a very valid point of view, Hana," She clutched the papers tighter. "You're probably right."

Forcing a friendly smile onto her lips, she hesitated. "Enjoy your visit and let me know if you need anything."

"Will do."

She seemed to fall for the act. How could she make such judgmental assumptions about something she knew nothing about? Ino could have Kiba if she wanted him. It wouldn't take much. She knew how to play the game. She knew the all about the rules and their flexibility.

Ino felt her blood run cold as she tried to sift through her irrationality and blurred instincts. She gripped the edge of the receptionist desk to steady herself. Everyone always thought they knew what was best for her. Sakura was always right over her, weighing her bad and good choices.

_I'm almost a godddamn adult_, Ino thought bitterly. Some people treated her as if she didn't know right from wrong. As if she needed a life coach or something.

Of course, warning her against something or telling her no was the best way to get her to experiment.

Ino gifted the clock with a death look as she willed time to speed up and end her maddening day.

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A/N: I'm definitely going to keep going with this idea. Post-war; you'll see I'm not aiming to make Ino or Kiba unrealistically angelic. The reason I chose them is because they can be unpredictable and a little crazy. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter (=


	2. Certainty

A/N;; Again, cursing ahead.

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Squinting against the blinding sun through the glass window of the shop, Ino carefully calculated the amount of water each plant would require. She examined the ones hanging outside, gently swaying with the wind. She loved this place, really, but sometimes it felt overwhelming with the help of only one employee and her mother. Yamanaka Flowers was her first unofficial job, teaching her to deal with certain customers and always having a handle on patience when it came to work.

She messily wiped her sweaty hands on her yellow apron, eavesdropping in on civilian's conversations.

Ino typically didn't bother with village gossip when it came to civilians. It was a whole different world to her.

Crouching down to pick up a fallen flower, she was greeted with moist and heavy panting next to her left ear.

Before she could even turn her head, she was assaulted with a warm, slobbery tongue.

Akamaru beat his tail against some flowers that were on his level. He temptingly gazed at the delicious petals.

"You filthy dog!" Ino seethed, standing up straight and vigorously scrubbing her face.

Kiba entered her line of vision, not seeming to mind his dog's behavior. "Need any help, Yamanaka?"

She gave him the nastiest look she could muster for not controlling his dog.

"Whoa now, you look so much better when 'ya smile," He smirked confidently, sniffing one of the flowers that appealed to his sensitive nose. The pollen wasn't as irritating, and the scent was intoxicating.

Ino regained her composure, removing her apron so her outfit could be seen. "I see they discharged you without further delay."

"Yep, told you I was fine," Kiba sniffed. "No missions for three to four days, but I'll deal. More time to train."

She could tell his leg was still wrapped, and he seemed stiffer than usual. But whatever. Admitting they were in pain was something she learned guys didn't do well.

The shinobi paid close attention to the blonde as she unhooked certain plants, following her inside with them. Akamaru was right at his heels, using his nose to track daisies, his favorite appetizer.

Kiba casually leaned against the checkout counter, fully ignoring the employee who asked him if he needed any help. "So, you workin' all day?" He crossed his arms and watched her from behind. One word come sum her up nicely: _fine_.

"I get off at four," Ino spun around, removing her thick gloves.

"Working girls can be attractive, I guess," He shifted his weight to his left leg, obviously looking her up and down.

She swiftly turned on her heel as she felt her face grow hot again. She wished she wouldn't blush so easily. Busying herself with tearing off dead petals, his gaze on her back agitated her. "Wow."

Kiba took a quick glance around the shop as he hopped up on the counter for a seat. "Maybe I can stick around till you get off, 'ya know, help you out some."

"Didn't you tell me last year that you hated this place because of all the crazy scents and pollen?"

"Yeah, but I'd only do it for you, blondie." There was that condescending grin again.

"Thanks but no tha-" Ino's eye twitched. "Get your ass off that counter! Right now, dammit!"

He pouted. "But it's so comfortable."

She tried shoving him, but he grabbed her arm in one fluid movement. "Handsy much?"

"You better let me go, you bastard," She spoke through her teeth. "or I'll make your life hell."

Kiba released her wordlessly, immune to her threats. "Maybe we can train together. This afternoon-"

Ino waved her hand dismissively. "I'm meeting my team for barbeque." _As if_ she needed his help anyway.

"Tomorrow?"

"Ibiki wants me to come in tomorrow."

"Damn," He gave a low whistle. "Someone could use a break."

"Tell me about it," Ino muttered, holding his arm steady so he could slide off the counter with ease.

She wasn't necessarily making excuses, she literally had no time.

Kiba gave her a nod. "I say you should make time for the hottest guy in Konoha."

She held in a laugh. Hottest guy in Konoha? Where did he get that? Sasuke Uchiha's face would beg to differ, and Sai could give him a run for his money. Ino would hand it to him, though, Kiba was handsome. Not a mysterious brooding type handsome, but maybe a cute-sweet-tall-charming-tan and hot kind of handsome. "I'll let you know when I have an opening in my schedule." Her wink did not go unnoticed, and the Inuzuka seemed put off at her indirect reply.

An awkward silence passed through. Ino closed her eyes as she preoccupied herself rearranging bouquets, wishing he'd break the ice.

Kiba finally scolded Akamaru for licking some daisies, although one could tell he didn't really care deep down. "Bad boy, those don't belong to you," Akamaru yipped in response and approached his master, sitting obediently.

"What's his problem?" She furrowed her brow. "Flowers are for decoration, not for eating."

"Hey, maybe it's his way of telling you you're doing a good job!" Kiba scratched his head. "Like, keep up the good work or whatever. They kinda do look edible."

Ino giggled against her own will, setting the bouquets aside. "Oh, please."

He smirked in satisfaction. He could get a laugh out of the Ice Queen every once in a while.

The blonde frowned as she remembered what his sister had said yesterday. _Could possibly never work out_, or something to that extent. She obviously hadn't mentioned anything to Kiba. Good thing she wasn't one to heed warnings.

Without further caution, Ino stepped into his personal space, making sure her hair tickled his nose. She casually brushed her hand against his upper arm, making partial eye-contact. "You think I could keep up with you during training?" She felt drawn in by the warmth emanating from his body as she leaned against the counter.

"I sure hope so," Kiba seemed amused, dragging a hand through his wild hair. "You gotta be pretty talented to keep with me, though."

Ino looked directly in his eyes for a moment, then away innocently. "We'll see." She _accidentally_ grazed his hand as she reached up to smooth her own hair.

He held himself back, enjoying the unquestionable glint in her eyes. She was so certain, so unafraid of rejection. So positive of her actions, like she could never regret anything. He would dare say he was just as strong-willed.

"Tell you what," Ino moved to the back of the counter, leaning forward on her elbows. "Tomorrow, 11 o'clock, meet me here."

Any and all thoughts of prior plans flew straight from Kiba's mind. He probably wasn't doing anything tomorrow, so why the hell not? She had basically agreed to meet him, no work involved, just for fun.

His face must have lit up because the blonde grinned and playfully pushed his arm. "Just don't be late! Ladies don't like waiting up, handsome."

'Handsome' was a step up from 'mutt' or 'dog boy'. Kiba gave her a ravishing smile that could make icy hearts melt. "I'll be right on time, babe," He winked, "I promise."

He got Akamaru's attention and lead himself to the door, praising himself mentally. _Damn, I'm good_. He felt accomplished. Not everyone could say they just got a date with the finest, very available Ino Yamanaka. He never would have had much to do with her if you had asked even two years ago. She was demanding, vehement, and headstrong. Far from perfect; so why did she seem so _ideal_?

_Babe_, Ino rolled her eyes. How generic. Even so, when did Kiba Inuzuka become so tempting? He was always a little interesting, but not to where she would break her neck trying to seduce him. Maybe when years of training started looking good on him, or when he looked out for her during war. Whatever the hell it was, he seemed irresistable and she didn't mind tossing him obvious hints.

Back in the day, she had her eyes on the Uchiha. But he had never returned her feelings. He was so glacial, so reserved and unfriendly. She was morbid when Sakura got the chance to be on his team. But even today.. What would Ino have done if he _had _returned her feelings? What if he wasn't so indifferent and bland? She shifted her sky blue eyes upward as Kiba blended in with the crowd of villagers. It would be a lie if she said she didn't dwell on the past. Basically, she had put together the pieces and realized she loved a good challenge. Losing anything to Sakura was simply unthinkable, and the thought still made her cringe.

_"You still like Sasuke, Ino?" Chouji asked noisily, in between bites of his food. _

_She didn't bother asking him to lower his volume. When she was in a restaurant with her entire team, bickering and booming conversations weren't uncommon. Shikamaru was leaning lazily against the booth, his eyes following them as they spoke, observant, always sharp. Even Asuma seemed intrigued by their gossip, occassionally scolding them for getting loud or complaining. They were chunins now, which meant he no longer had so much authority over them. Even so, they stuck together as long as they could. _

_"Of course I do!" Ino's voice rose, "He is flawless, isn't he? I need someone to match up to my standards!"_

_Shikamaru sighed. "Why bother? The guy's pretty much a traitor anyways."_

_She hit the table with her fist. "I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding!" She insisted, "The guy has no family, for Christ's sake. Give him a break." _

_"You sure you just don't wanna lose to Sakura for once?" Chouji chuckled. She could tell he wasn't being serious from his tone, but she doesn't think he will ever realize how much his words infuriated her that day._

_"You're so right."_

_Ino was beyond provoked now, and she almost couldn't see straight. How dare they say that to her! Even in a joking fashion, that was so off-limits. She was already behind her best friend in the medical field, she didn't need to be reminded. She hated that it was always on her conscience. She hated that they brought it up. Because in her world, she had already lost to Sakura numerous times. _

_She gave her teammates a threatening scowl. "Shut the hell up!" _

_"C'mon, Ino," The Akimichi put down his silverware. "We weren't being for real." _

_"Speaking from a reasonable point of view, you seem to have a pretty skewed vision of Sasuke Uchiha," Shikamaru added brilliantly, not knowing or taking into consideration how his words would be perceived. "Not to burst your bubble or anything, but you're definitely reaching for the unattainable here Ino." _

_The kunoichi couldn't find the words to retaliate. Because in the back her mind, she knew he was right. Nothing would ever come of her and Sasuke. Not because he was completely uninterested, but because she was always competing for the sake of competing. There was absolutely no way she cared for Sasuke like Sakura did. _

_Asuma must have picked up on the tension, because he attempted to fan the fire. "Hey, let's all chill out. It's been a long day and-"_

_"Smartass!" Ino was on her feet in an instant, the urge to snap something in half overwhelming. What was his fucking problem? Always talking about things from a logical point of view as if she was purely delusional? "You know what? I don't fucking need this. Leave me alone." _

_With that, she stormed out of the place, enraged beyond belief. Why it bothered her so bad didn't matter at the time. She was furious, tears of anger seeping from her eyes. Of course she wiped them away immediately, because she would rather die than have her teammates see her cry over something so ridiculous. _

_After simmering, she remained in the motel they rented for a while until Shikamaru and Chouji stopped in to check on her. Ino gifted them with the cold shoulder until they apologized to her repeatedly, trying to reassure her that they never meant anything by their words. She wasn't satisfied with their apologies, because honestly, they weren't sincere. Maybe they were sorry they had unnerved her so badly, but she knew the losing to Sakura thing was legitimate. It was authentic, it was there, and it was hard to overlook. _

Reminiscing, Ino realized how idiotic she had been. It wasn't long ago she had behaved that way. She actually kind of wished she listened to her team. They were right, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. They had never been fooled by her front.

She muttered expletives as she remembered her younger self. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she wanted to wipe Sasuke Uchiha from her memory. If she could take back always wanting to outshine Sakura at everything.. take back all the pent up jealousy..

Ino polished a vase leisurely, admiring the sleek, cool texture. The shop became completely still, so undisturbed. Her thoughts did a 180.

She couldn't help the half-smirk that came over her as she thought about tomorrow. Ino Yamanaka officially had a date with the self-appointed hottest guy in Konoha, and that was enough to make her forget.

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A/N;; Thanks sooo soo much for the support. Next two chapters will be eventful, (: promise. XOXO!


	3. Electrified

_10:57 AM. _People in Konoha were already alive and bustling. With the mild spring weather, the air felt crisp; however, it would later transform into a magnificent day.

Kiba inhaled strongly, leaning nonchalantly against the closed flower shop. Ino would be due in three minutes, and waves of restlessness washed over him. If she didn't show, he would be mortified. He had barely been able to sleep last night because his thoughts were rampant. What would the two of them even talk about? Kiba had never carried on a meaningful, worthwhile conversation with Ino, and he would be lying if he said he thought she was entirely capable.

He liked Ino, but if he couldn't hold an earnest conversation with her.. _ Overthinking again._ But so what? He had not flirted with this girl to impress or inspire her with his brilliance. They knew each other before now. But it would be dishonest of him to declare that a part of him _didn't _want to get to know Ino Yamanaka better.

Digging his shoe into the ground hoping to relieve tensity, he snorted in annoyance. He was Kiba _goddamn_ Inuzuka, and he could play things off better than anyone. This was the same guy who could manipulate any rogue or intruder. And if there was something he was exceedingly knowledgeable about, it was the ladies. He had charisma, and striking good looks that went hand-in-hand. Kiba was extremely conscious of his spellbinding ability to charm women, and he knew how to make them swoon.

_11:01. _Kiba yawned right before he detected a flash of blonde near him. "Right on time."

The kunoichi scoffed, eyeing him up and down like he had done yesterday. "I'm very punctual, as you'll see."

"I almost couldn't recognize you without that huge wolf companion of yours," Ino's face contorted. She was secretly glad he chose not to let him tag along. The dog got in the way, and he loved getting in her face.

He scratched behind his head, looking sheepish. "I just decided to let him stay home." Shrug. "He doesn't date too well."

_Date_? Ino had heard correctly, and she bit her tongue by accident. "So, how's that leg?" She had had good fortune asking guys about themselves. **Everyone** loved talking about themselves.

Kiba glanced down at his leg casually, "Like nothin' ever happened." He tried his best to make constant eye-contact with her. Her standard purple uniform, though, was just so.. engaging.

She looked up at him; he definitely had a couple inches on her, about Sai's height if she had to compare. His dark shade of brown, tousled hair somehow managed to look groomed. Bangs just the right length to showcase his shadeless eyes looked pretty cute on him too. But without a metal headband, he seemed to mesh with the crowd easily. The uncomformist aura stuck with him, though. His body language, dialect, even his gaze screamed that he was a rebellious type.

Ino reached for his upper arm, hoping that any edges would go over smoothly and there wouldn't be awkward moments. "That's good."

"I would have gotten you a rose, maybe," Kiba said as something that felt like a thrill pumped through his veins. He remembered why he was drawn to Ino then. She was not afraid to make the first move, and she seemed clear about whatever she wanted. Another thing was that she was unbelievably sexy, and he couldn't help but steal glimpses in her direction when he could. "But the best flower shop in Konoha was closed."

Flattery could get you almost anywhere, and Ino squeezed his arm. "That's too bad, so.." She subtly rested her hand on his black sleeve. "Where are we headed?"

The Inuzuka smiled at her charmingly, getting a successful, gentle hold on her hand. Her skin was softer than expected, and light as a feather. "Anywhere you want, but only because you look extraordinarily gorgeous today."

Ino hid her face from view, fanning herself with her free hand. "I'm not picky, so surprise me." That was a lie, but it didn't matter. She sneered a bit as she felt his rugged, chafed hand grasp hers. His tan skin made her hand appear shades paler than usual, and she avoided looking his way.

Kiba decided not to take her anywhere public. Heaven forbid if one of their friends saw, because it would cause a spark of controversy and he didn't feel like explaining himself. He didn't care if Ino felt the same way or not, because it was indisputable. That being said, he _certainly _didn't disapprove of being seen with Ino. She was insanely hot, and they probably looked sensational together.

The blonde noticed the direction they were headed, and she didn't question the rows of trees that began to surround them. She had played in the woods often when she was a child.

"Race 'ya!"

"Hey!" Ino frowned at the abruptness, blinking several times as Kiba zoomed ahead of her. What the _fuck_? Something clicked in her mind just as abruptly, and she was six years old again, chasing after her friends. Her toned, slender legs aided her wonderfully, and she caught up to him within seconds. She was way more graceful than she used to be, and she inched ahead of him. He was right behind her, stretching his arm in order to grab her.

"I'm way faster than you, Inuzuka!" Countless hours of agility training with Tenten was seeming to pay off. Kiba was speedy, though, and she was growing weak from the sprinting and playful insults they threw at each other.

It was energizing how he would be dangerously close to catching her, then he would reach out and miss by a few centimeters. Ino dissolved into laughter every time, and her ribcage felt like it could explode any second. But it was _fun._ She could only think of running, dodging trees, and finally.. Her footing became nonexistent and blurs of green and brown shot past her.

Kiba toppled over her, rapidly moving forward and somehow going in slow motion at the same time. It felt like they stopped after several minutes, and it was safe to say Ino was fine because she was still laughing tirelessly.

"What happened!?" He asked with a grin, sitting up and tugging her arm. She had leaves in her hair, and her laughter finally died down.

"I tripped," She stated bluntly, giggling afterward. "I won, so it's not like it matters."

His leg throbbed dully, but he ignored it and drew her closer to him. "We can say you won if you gimme a kiss."

Ino beamed at his candid ways and picked a couple of leaves out of his disheveled hair. "Cheek only."

"Fine," Kiba agreed and leaned in, a warm pair of lips gracing his jawline.

They both paused, fixated on one another. Voices were lost, but there was a look of shock mirrored in both of their eyes. As if they hadn't expected close contact to be so exhilarating. It wasn't awkward, actually somewhat blissful. Realization rendered them speechless.

Ino impulsively pressed her mouth against his, basically knocking him over in the process.

He didn't seem to mind, though. The Inuzuka placed one hand behind her neck while the other lingered over her lower back, his fingertips brushing her heated, exposed skin when she would deepen the kiss.

The blonde rested her right hand on his cheek, her free hand wandering through his wiry hair.

If he was tempting before, she absolutely had to have him now.

_This was __**so **__better than a kiss on the cheek_, Kiba mused as he felt her fingertips caress his face. His thoughts were only half rational, but it felt semi-strange making out with a girl he had known since childhood. But they weren't bratty little preteens anymore. They were both mature and more sophisticated. Ino had always been comely, but aging a few years had made her even more alluring. And he was obviously a little more than alluring himself.

That was why he was only slightly astonished when he felt a yank on his jacket. She wanted him to _strip_? Was this fast? He thought foggily. However, Kiba wasn't overly modest, and he pulled his jacket and undershirt off like it had just went up in flames.

The Yamanaka let up some, her lips trembling and lungs twisting. Air. She was in such a haze. Pulling away suddenly, Kiba sat up as well, breathing heavily. The same sight of his shirtless body still taunting her from the other day. _God he's hot_, Ino wiped her mouth with the back of her fingers. Even more so when he looked at her like _that_.

"Ready for round two?" Ino said challengingly, scooting closer.

Kiba caught his breath, smirked, and wiped his forehead. "You sure, doll?"

She had to tear her stare from him to come back to reality. That meaningless question triggered something in her.

Part of her felt uneasy. Why was she doing this? Ino Yamanaka wasn't loose. She was hard to please and hard to get. Out of the few guys she had dated, one or two had gotten a kiss on the cheek. One on the lips, and she hadn't asked for it. She couldn't count the number of times she had jerked her hand away from guys who attempted to hold it. Why was it so effortless with _him_? She couldn't name three things she liked about Kiba Inuzuka.

She felt embarrassed then, hoping expression wasn't readable. Her skin still tingled, and she wondered what Kiba was thinking as he watched her curiously.

"What's wrong?" His nose crinkled adorably, "was I that good?"

The blonde choked back a laugh, glancing at his shirt that was a few feet away. "We don't know each other well enough to be doing this." It came out straightforward, and he leaned back on his hands.

It didn't offend him, but it was a vague, pestering statement. "We know each other well enough," He didn't side with his words completely. "C'mon, Ino. We finally found something in common with each other."

He had a point. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, her fingers moving to pluck the grass. "I guess we do have forever to get to know each other better," Ino's words didn't even sound genuine to her own ears. Because he was right. They had opportunities before now to get to know each other better.

"No strings attached," Kiba continued, "we don't have to keep anything secret, but I think you're beautiful and that we should make out more often."

The idea was perfect. "You're not so bad yourself," She felt less sinful after that, because his words were just as impeccable as his features.

"I know you're just dying to be able to kiss me whenever you want," He scratched his chest, winking at her. "We don't have prove anything to anyone."

Those words struck a chord with her, and she returned his smirk. Seductively running her fingers through her long hair, she tilted her head at him. "Just maybe."

Kiba gave her an expectant look, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed her gradual movements.

"What are you waiting on, hotshot?"

With that, round two was under way and intensifying by the second. He pulled her onto him, focusing on taming her lips. She was passionate, craving nonstop control almost as bad as he did.

Ino's mind conjured misty thoughts once more as she kicked off her sandals with some struggle. His body was **so **warm and his lips were just like sweet honey. He didn't smell like a dog like she would have assumed. In fact, she could sense a tint of cologne every now and then.

Kiba intertwined their fingers and she grasped his hand like a lifeline. She felt his muscles flex under her and she looked right in his eyes when she finally needed a breath. His dark eyes were reassuring, honest. There was a glimmer of fondness she absolutely loved. Like she was unquestionably adored.

Their noses skimmed as she claimed his lips again, clenching his hand and stroking his neck with her right thumb. Ino didn't care that she wasn't on some high-scale romantic date, because this was the surge of excitement she yearned for. A buzz she'd never had before.

Kiba Inuzuka was a suitable fit to her superior standards.

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A/N: Hormones. 'Nuff said. Thanks for the reviews (=


	4. Problematic

Radiant blonde hair was in unexplained disarray as beams of daylight poked their way through the window. Ino rolled over, wondering why she hadn't closed the curtains. Eyelids sticky with day-old mascara, she suddenly felt agitated and confused.

The kunoichi didn't remember coming in late last night. She didn't remember giving Kiba a goodnight kiss and promising to see him tomorrow. She didn't remember changing into shorts and a T-shirt, and she certainly didn't recall passing out as soon as her head hit her pillow.

Ino forcefully rubbed at her eye sockets, her grogginess slowly subsiding. She didn't have time to think about it as her eyes wandered over to her calendar, hoping it was incorrect. A nauseous feeling came over her, anxiety fueling her every thought. _Shit shit shit_. Gasping at the time, she threw the sheets off her body and threw on her uniform in record time.

After clumsily putting on her black overcoat that could have suited her better, she hurriedly put on her sandals. _Why did this have to happen_? She thought sourly. She had never missed a day before; how would this make her look?

Ino was mad at herself then. She wasn't this daft, and it was as if her stupor from yesterday refused to loosen its hold.

Everything was done hastily, and rushing to work wasn't something she ever wanted to do again. She clocked in a whole seven minutes before expected, and that was because she hadn't applied makeup or had any time to comprehend_ anything_.

She hadn't even caught her breath when the bone-chilling presence of her mentor stimulated her senses. Most people would think Ibiki Morino had a cold heart and malicious personality. It was true to an extent, but Ino had experienced a slightly more lenient side of him. Perhaps it came with being one of his only trainees, but she wasn't scared stiff of him like half of Konoha. Ibiki wasn't so intimidating, she had bragged to her teammates. But now she wasn't so sure of her herself.

"Ms. Yamanaka," His voice was gruff, and she could tell he was in a no-nonsense mood, like always. "A word with you in my office, please."

His 'please' didn't sound sincere, but she couldn't run away like she wanted to. The last thing she needed was a lecture, but she couldn't even put on a gallant face or look relatively confident. She had fucked up, and if that's what she had to tell him.. then he was lucky because she never abandoned her pride and apologized to anyone. Surely this would be disregarded, because after all, this was her passion. What she wanted to do with her life.

Ino watched his solemn face, dreading the criticism that was inevitably coming her way. Shutting the door behind her and taking a deep breath, she forced herself to make eye-contact.

"I didn't mean to miss yesterday," She balled her fist. "I uh, forgot." _Smooth, Ino_.

Ibiki looked fascinated, taking a seat behind his desk. His gaze bore holes through her. "Tell me, then. What was so important that you forgot?"

Saying she was deathly ill was out of the question, and she hadn't had time to think up potential lies. And he would still ask why she hadn't called beforehand.

Her hands felt clammy, and her heart was racing, because she couldn't come up with anything; it was unusual because she was usually very inventive._ Just say sorry_, her conscience probed. But saying sorry was the way to tell on yourself, to admit she had done something wrong. Her mind remained blank, and putting it any other way was impossible.

"Judging by your silence, I assume you can't formulate any half-believable lies," Ibiki looked right through her, his stare enough to terrorize the toughest prisoner. "but you know better, Ino."

Ino stood there meekly like a kindergartner being scolded by an adult. Why couldn't this end?

"This is the real world now, girl," He reprimanded, brow furrowing. "I'd straighten up if I were you. No more easy missions with your team always being there to back you up. You had better start matching up to your responsibilities instead of being stuck in this revolting teenage phase that tends to resist authority."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "Yes sir." He liked it when anyone addressed him as 'sir'. He would usually appear satisfied or gradually shift into a more compromising mood. But seriously, all of this just for missing one day?

"You're almost an adult, Ino," Ibiki said wearily, "I suggest you get a more serious, hard-working attitude and that you get to work to make up for yesterday."

"It won't happen again." _Praise the gods that the worst part was over_. She released a breath she didn't know she had been holding and let her shoulders slump. So focused on leaving his office, she almost didn't catch the remark he made afterward.

"Oh, and I hope you thoroughly enjoyed your date." His tone was sadistically taunting and she knew he was smirking at her back. Ibiki Morino was the master of deception, scorn, mockery, and shady tricks. But there was just no way he had spies locked in on her 24/7. The man couldn't be that all-knowing. So how the hell..

It was definitely the doing of a snitch, and a name instantly came to her attention: Sakura. That stupid bitch. Always wrecking things for her when her life got the slightest bit better. Ino was going to find her, possibly threaten her existence, and never forgive her. Slamming Ibiki's office door shut, she spotted another prospective foe a little way down to hall.

He worked in the same building from time to time, and she immediately felt contempt for him if he was her culprit. His outline was propped against the wall, a cigarette hanging from lax fingers. Of course he didn't care about being caught as murky smoke polluted the air. It nicely set the mood for the pissed off Yamanaka who was ready to confront.

"Hey, asshole!" She didn't know why she was so defensive, so ready to snap at anyone who could have betrayed her like this. "Was it you?!"

Ino's blood boiled with intense hostility and animosity. The corners of her vision darkened, almost causing her to be dizzy. She didn't want it to be either of her best friends. Sakura _couldn't _do this to her, she realized. She would have came to her first, at the very least. The very thought that any one of her closest friends could do this to her was disgusting.

"Me what?"

It was openly obvious he didn't like being spoken to in such a disrespectful manner.

"It was you!" Ino was ready to put the blame on _someone_. To condemn whoever put her through humiliation and dared to double-cross _her, _of all people. "You know what you did, traitor!"

"Calm down, Ino," Shikamaru took a lengthy inhale of his cigarette. "You're acting insane."

She felt herself growing more and more livid, so enraged that she couldn't create words.

"So now I'm insane?!" Ino could _prove _he was the one who tattled on her. She could prove it if she didn't think she would get thrust out of his savvy mind the minute she tried. Her teammate was bright, so strong-willed that he could probably force her out effortlessly. But she wished she could rip his thoughts to shreds in that moment, that she could uncover his fabrications and misplace everything he thought he knew. Rewire his brain to make him somehow less inteliigent, more ignorant.

Ino was becoming sick of the Nara, admittedly. After he got promoted, a wedge was driven between their friendship. It seemed she and Chouji lived in Shikamaru's shadow (literally) without receiving much recognition.

Because when anyone thought of Team 10, they routinely thought of Shikamaru Nara. That gifted, most impressive shinobi who got promoted so young. They didn't think of the Yamanaka, or even the Akimichi. Just when she thought the only one she had to worry about being compared to was Sakura. _What made him so damn special_? Ino had known the guy her whole life and he had absolutely zero personality, and uninteresting qualities to say the least.

Maybe envy was a contributing factor to her predictable distaste for him. Why couldn't she be more quick-witted when it came to battle plans, or complex techniques? It would be untrue if she claimed his strategic way of thinking hadn't saved their asses several times, but now and then, it was impossible to be grateful. Ino had always wanted to lead Team 10, to be level-headed and prepared for the worst. But she wasn't, and coming to terms with the fact haunted her. Long story short, she was going to crack if it was him who had the nerve to rat her out.

Ino gave him her best death stare, but he wouldn't budge. "You fucking told Ibiki that the reason I didn't come in was because I was on a _**date**_!?" She spat with resentment. "You are the _last _person I'd expect this from, Shikamaru! I can't believe you'd stab me in the back like this!"

She hadn't even realized she was practically screaming now, the smoke in the air suffocating her. He would have had to catch her yesterday morning, either on her way to meet Kiba or..

"My personal life doesn't concern you, and I hope you know that," The blonde was trembling with anger, and her cheeks were probably colored.

Shikamaru stood motionless, indifferent, scary calm. He didn't confirm or deny anything; he was good at that.

Her breaths were shallow. "I would never think of even doing that to you. Because as teammates, we're supposed to have each other's backs'. Or at least, that's what I thought."

Ashes fell from the tip of his cigarette. "If it were me, I wouldn't ever ditch work with the intention of a date night." His words hit her like a ton of bricks.

"It's kind of a pity that your priorities are so misaligned." Shikamaru knew how to make her feel like a piece of garbage, just like he could with anything else. That she was inferior to him, and anything she said could be used against her. It was pathetic, really.

Ino wished he would go brain-dead. Her thoughts were still working overtime to figure out how he knew. Not that it was a huge secret, but she thought she could trust her own team member with her life.

"If you go on like this, your clan won't be able to depend on you." What was he _saying_? He probably knew that if he brought her father into something like this that she would burst into tears. "It's past time to become more sensible, Ino. And until you quit being so damn vain, you won't be going anywhere."

_Vain_? He just called her fucking vain! She was in such a state of shock that she forgot her anger for a moment. Her eyes felt like they were being singed as time passed, her sight bleary.

"You have some nerve!" Ino wanted to slam her fist into the wall, "I hope you fuckin' drop dead by tomorrow!" She didn't care that she was screaming at his retreating form, and she hoped he heard the last part loud and clear.

"You stupid, faithless son of a bitch!" There was nothing nearby to hurl at him, and her weapons pouch wasn't on her.

Ino was incredibly brutal with the prisoners she interrogated that day. She reorganized their minds, mercilessly twisted their memories. It was dangerous, cruel. But who had to know? She had to relieve her stress somehow, and by the time she got off work she had cooled down considerably. She thought about it all day, and she still believed Shikamaru deserved to go to hell. Like she had said, she would have never done that to him. If he wanted to skip town and go see his mistress, she wouldn't have said a thing. Maybe telling to him drop dead was a bit rash, but remembering his stoic expression made her furious all over again.

So when she got home and found Kiba and his gigantic mutt on her doorstep, she wasn't utterly overjoyed. Stepping around him to jam her key in the lock, Akamaru got in her way and panted repeatedly.

"Who invited you?"

Kiba gave her a once-over, his expression remaining neutral. "Stressful day, gorgeous?" He held the door for her before she got the chance, letting himself and Akamaru in.

Ino's features softened, feeling major fatigue as she rubbed at her temples. "You have no idea."

She threw her overcoat across the couch, scowling as his dog used it as a bed. She was too tired to care. Frankly, all she wanted to do was change into loose-fitting clothing and lie down.

"I know what you mean," He leaned against the couch. Her apartment smelled like old flowers, and dust particles in the air irritated his nose. It was neater than he would have naturally assumed; girls were just as messy as guys. He had a sister who proved him right. "This hiatus is killin' me."

She gave a huff, wishing that was all she had to worry about. Ino brushed past him to her room, ridding herself of her constricting blouse. She tossed it onto the floor, looking up to see Kiba leaned against the doorframe. Her skimpy black tank top stayed in place, and she had never given a damn when it came to showing skin.

"You look hot as fuck, you know that?" Kiba was upfront with her, breathing in her distinct smell that he had gotten used to from yesterday.

The blonde baited him, sliding a hand over her curves. "'Ya think?" She sat on her well-made bed, crinkling the bedspread as she shifted her weight to lean back against her palms. Legs crossed, eyebrows raised, Ino scrutinized him from a distance. He was just as attractive as before, leering at her in a way that made her fidget.

He hesitantly shut her door as if there was someone else living there. "Why don't we pick up where we left off yesterday?" It was a suggestion neither had to contemplate, and they were all over each other in the same moment. Their position was similar to yesterday's, but this time they were on a comfortable surface.

Kiba grasped her exposed shoulders, not accustomed to the feel of such delicate flesh. It felt rather scandalous, making out with a girl who wasn't someone he would claim as his girlfriend. In her apartment, with no romantic past, no recurring feelings. Only.. Shared desires to act intimate. Maybe it wasn't fully moral. Maybe his principles were out of line, but it was hard to reflect when a pretty girl was halfway leaned across him, selfishly pulling him closer.

Ino's breathing became raspy, and she swayed away from him. He was a pleasant distraction, letting her forget her misfortunes for a while. Within a split second, her conscience allowed her worries to flood her head again. Kiba must have sensed something, because he straightened and eyed her skeptically.

"Why'd you stop?" _Okay, maybe she was wrong._

"What happened at work today," She started, clenching her comforter. "I was supposed to come in yesterday, but.."

Kiba looked briefly speculative, completely forgetting she mentioned something about work the other day. "And?"

She sighed. "Someone mentioned to Ibiki that we were together, and that was why I missed. It made me look irresponsible and stupid and.. I thought it was Sakura at first but now I'm almost sure it was Shikamaru. My very own teammate..." She let her voice trail off, and she felt like spilling more inessentials, but he looked bored enough as it was.

"It just pisses me the hell off, 'ya know?"

He nodded and feigned sympathy, tenderly steering her toward him by the elbow. "Mmmhmmh."

"I mean, I trusted him! It isn't like we were doing anything, so he should have kept his mouth shut and-"

Ino was cut off by his lips and she shoved him away like he was someone foul. Someone she hadn't spent half the day making out with.

"Can you pretend to actually give a shit?!" Bastard. Guys never failed to get on her nerves.

Kiba appeared dejected, somewhat fazed. He informally situated himself so he could lie with his head on her pillow and look lazy. "My bad, Ino," He was nonchalant, shutting his eyes momentarily. "What do you want me to say? Want me to beat him up?"

She couldn't help but smirk slightly. "You would do that for me?" It was glaringly obvious to her that Shikamaru would never be an easy opponent for the Inuzuka. But his poise and the thought of her 'friend' being taken down a peg made her feel warm.

Her smile stalled itself as a tiny part of her conscience believed the Nara was right. That she indeed put her personal issues above her professional ones occasionally. Ino felt bitterly envious of the handsome shinobi beside her. He didn't have to worry himself about such things, because his team seemed to respect him. If he wanted free reign over his team, it was probably a safe bet to say he had it. He was blessed, alright.

"So it wouldn't piss you off if Hinata or Shino betrayed you like that?"

"They wouldn't."

"I thought so too."

"My team's loyal."

That was a way to tick her off. "Yeah, but you don't exactly have a faultless genius on your team!"

Kiba knew she wasn't suggesting his team was unintelligent, but something told him to feel frustrated. "Unless you aren't counting me, of course."

Ino sniggered, lying down to face him. "Whatever." She gave up, worry lines creasing her forehead.

"Who even cares what the hell he thinks?" He threw his arm over her, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "'Cause I don't. I could care less. He doesn't know what he's talking about, and he can't do anything about it, so forget him. He can go be pessimistic somewhere else."

It resembled something like she wanted to hear, but she still chewed her bottom lip anxiously. She hadn't told him details, about what he had called her, what he declared of her character with sinister finality.

Kiba kissed her neck impatiently, and this time Ino didn't protest. Instead, she kissed him back like she was just as carefree. If he wasn't worried, she would act like she wasn't. His judgment was right, and her thoughts drifted farther and farther away with each soothing touch.

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A/N: Long-ish chapter. What'd you thiiiiink? (; thanks for reading ^-^


	5. Sins

During the sedated, serene period of time that she was supposed to be waking up, her conscience didn't stray all at once. Ino heard her bones to pop as she stretched for a good ten seconds, not knowing how to react when her hand made contact with another toasty body. _Oh my fucking god_. Her eyes flew open, and it took everything she had to keep from hyperventilating. The room was suddenly hot, and her expression must have been horrified as she stared up at the ceiling. If she thought her weakened limbs could support her, she would have sat up. _Just calm the hell down, Ino_. There was absolutely nothing she could say to justify this to herself.

She wished she had never awakened. Ino had never woken up in bed beside _anyone _before. What would have been her father's thoughts? She would never get the chance to explain if her clan found out.

Ino anxiously stole a glance at Kiba, cupping her hand over her mouth. _They had spent the night together. And they weren't fucking married_. She almost didn't know what to feel. Remorse, sadness, anger? Of course she should feel regretful. But she was **so **sure that all they had done last night was talk and tease each other. One thing hadn't lead to the other and nothing could have ever prepared her for this.

Was her memory repressing its damn _self_?! Ino felt the urge to cleanse herself in boiling water, and then apologize to someone. She may have had a lot of conflicting ideas, but she was smart enough to know that this wasn't ethical.

She didn't know what to do next. It was her place, so she couldn't just bolt. She put more space between them than necessary, closing her eyes and pretending it was a dream. _If I fall back asleep, I might wake up and he'll be gone_.

Unsteady hands found their way to her face and she rubbed at her features roughly. Ino almost yelped when Kiba slung his warm arm over her, holding her breath afterward. His fingers dangled at her side and suddenly, her loose tank top and mesh shorts didn't feel like enough clothing.

This wasn't what she wanted in a relationship. If she chose a guy to spend her time with, then it strictly wouldn't go beyond flirting and kissing a little. Dealing with the day after, waking up beside them, and smelling nasty morning breath wasn't something she was ready for. Maybe she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted exactly, but this probably wasn't it.

The Yamanaka tensely rested her arms over his, and when nothing happened, exhaled softly. She tried to be as still as possible, breathe evenly, and block out her mistakes.

Kiba was a decent sleeper for the most part, occasionally shifting and unknowingly pulling himself closer. His thermal breath warmed her neck, and all of his cologne must have rubbed off because she could only detect the leathery smell of his jacket.. that was under her head.

She mouthed profanity and fought the urge to turn on her side. Ages seemed to pass before the Inuzuka stirred, stretching his own limbs and, when he seemed to understand, retract his arm from Ino.

Her eyes remained shut as she wondered frantically what he was thinking. If he felt as embarrassed, and hoping he would let himself out. Then they could act like nothing happened, and never speak of it again.

Ino could feel his stare ripping through her, and she knew without opening her eyes that he was dumbfounded. She felt him shake her shoulder gently, and she acted as if she was just waking up. Keeping her body language relaxed and finally mustering the courage to sit up. _God, we're close, _she thought as she finally made direct eye-contact with him.

She gave him a fake, stunned expression and Kiba didn't look nearly as surprised as she had. Ino didn't know what she would have done if she hadn't had time to compose herself. He looked like he was in some sort of idle daze, but nothing serious.

"Kiba," She whispered, voice breaking slightly. "do you remember anything from last night?"

He glanced down at his naked chest, vaguely curious about the scratch marks that should fade. "I.."

The panicked feeling rushed back to the blonde, and she pleaded, "We spent the night together.. You.." Ino shoved away the need to blame someone. Him specifically. A part of her didn't want him to leave. "You know it's immoral."

"I was there, 'ya know," He brought a hand up to stroke her cheek, his other trailing up her arm. He started to lean in, but was pushed away unkindly.

She scowled. "Would you stop acting so damn casual about this?!"

"Sins'll be sins, Ino," Kiba took her hand and gave a mild squeeze. "We can't take it back, but it was worth it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I got to spend the night with an insanely sexy girl and you got the prize of being up close and personal with someone just as insanely hot," He gestured to himself. "Everybody wins, Yamanaka."

Ino giggled, the pit of anxiety in her stomach loosening. "That's right, you made my night a little better."

"You were pretty upset, but I got'cha through it," He claimed all the credit, resting their hands against her thigh. "I was there for 'ya, babe."

"That's it, huh," She smirked down at their hands, then at him. "You care for me?"

Kiba pinched her palm and she scoffed as she yanked her hand away. "Fuck you."

They finally locked lips, slowly but surely. Ino broke away first and propped her hands against both of his structured jaws. "I have to be at work in forty-five minutes."

"Shit," He groaned, finally getting his feet on the floor, staring at his baggy sweatpants. "You're gonna miss me, though. Just telling 'ya."

"I'll get over it." Ino kissed his cheek and then stood up, his eyes following her in boredom as she put on layers of clothing. She worked a brush through her unwashed hair, noticing how it was starting to coil at the ends.

"Speaking of work.." Kiba sprawled himself out, easily taking up most of the space. "I'm pretty sure my hiatus ends today."

"That's good," She tried her best not to appear despondent as she adjusted her fishnet arm and knee guards. Well, they were more like foxy decorations.

Avoiding her gaze through the mirror, he tested his leg. "Yeah, but I'm sure gonna miss spendin' it with someone so gorgeous."

Ino knew her face had gone scarlet as she wished her head was on straight. "Hey," She stalled, waiting for her forehead to cool down. "this doesn't mean we can't still spend time together. We just have to keep 'us' on the downplay."

He looked at her with a confused expression, not knowing whether she was being serious or not.

"Right?" The blonde sat down beside him, grinning fondly as she gathered his wrinkled jacket. "Ibiki's suspicious as all hell right now. If I mess up again, I might lose everything I've worked for."

"No you won't." He replied stubbornly, not recalling giving her his jacket.

Ino concentrated on the floor instead, "Yes, maybe. And we both know there's a possibility of a snitch ratting out our.. uh, my.. every move."

Kiba shook his head, frowning as he sighed through his nose. "Whatever. What do they say again? Snitches get stitches."

"I think it's bitches get stitches," She corrected, folding his jacket neatly and standing. A scratch at the door startled her and he laughed.

"Akamaru!"

She had forgotten all about his stupid dog, who came tumbling in without hesitation, leaping on her bed to give Kiba greetings.

"No! No! Down, now!" Ino tried to pull him off, but it was almost like the dog was on steroids.

"I know, boy! I know!" He scratched Akamaru's head, allowing him to lick his face, which grossed Ino out completely. "Meanie Ino won't let you sleep with us! I know!"

She shook her head in disapproval, pulling on Kiba's jacket as opposed to her trench coat. "I'm taking this."

"I guess I'll just be shirtless," He shrugged carelessly.

Ino pitched his undershirt that was discovered on the floor. "That's the plan."

He put on an incredulous look, raising his eyebrows when caught it and glimpsed out the window. "You wanna meet later?"

Ino smiled, helping him up but not releasing his hand. "Sure. Meet me here tomorrow if you don't have anything going on. Or you can always come see me."

"Or I can always let myself in," Kiba clicked his tongue and watched Akamaru, who was dozing on the bed.

"Hm, you're cute," She retorted, locking her window after playfully pushing him. "Well, come on."

When he didn't move a muscle, she rolled her eyes. "Get out!"

Kiba pretended to look offended, placing his fist over his heart hurtfully. "Why?!"

"You think you can fuckin' stay here? Walk me out, and get Akamaru."

"Shit, you're bossy, woman," He whistled and his companion listened. "I like you."

When they got outside and Ino sealed the door, she gave him a peck on the lips. "I like you too."

Kiba stopped in his tracks, letting out a tacky wolf-whistle. He knew she heard it because she blew him a kiss and waved flirtatiously, increasing her pace until he lost sight of her. Even then, he could get a lungful of her scent on him. Feminine, sweet smells that he was on edge about. It made him want her, and his instincts commanded him to go after her.

Akamaru sniffed at his heels, nudging him in the direction of home. Probably wanted food. "Yeah, alright. C'mon buddy."

-x-

Ino primped from her chair, reflection catching in the glass of Ibiki's cabinet that exposed deadly weapons. She sighed listlessly, leaning against the high-back vinyl chair. Her spine cramped as she bent over paperwork she wasn't up to doing; his office was empty, something that wasn't rare. He seemed to realize some of the prisoners weren't acting right, and he dropped a load of paperwork on her so big she wondered if it had been there for months. _Asshole_, she sneered and crossed her arms.

After spinning around in the chair a few times, she swore that she had to have attention deficit disorder or something. That was, until a knock sounded at the door and her senses immediately heightened. "Who is it?" It was obvious she wasn't Ibiki, but pretending this was her office felt empowering.

"It's just me," Sakura seemed relieved as she waltzed in and shut the door behind her. "You've been quiet for a few days, Pig, and I figured you might be here."

Ino spared the details of her life. She may just tell her about her traitor of a teammate later. But she wouldn't mention who her first guess was. Besides, knowing her best friend, she would rub it in and then give a life lesson on how dangerous it was to be blurring lines in a relationship.

"Nothing major with me," She drew a flower on a notepad, hastily scribbling it out afterward. "Ibiki's got a pole stuck up his ass, you know, the usual."

The Haruno laughed, taking a seat in front of the desk. "Well, listen, could you do me a favor?"

She tossed her blonde hair back, sure that the dim light in this office made her hair look lifeless and dull. "Depends. Start talkin'."

"Keep an eye on Sai for me while I'm away at Suna for a week or two," Sakura was a caring person, who seemed genuinely concerned for her teammates and even strangers. Sometimes Ino hated that. "Naruto's pretty busy with you know who and a lot of the village isn't too crazy about him."

"I understand," She held back a smartass response, knowing exactly what she meant. A talent of his seemed to be blurting out the most unacceptable, negative, and socially frowned upon words he could string together. Half of Ino felt sorry for him, because she knew it wasn't his fault. But she couldn't empathize, because he was practically a different species.

"You shouldn't mind."

"Huh?"

"Last time I checked, you were pretty keen on Sai, right?" Sakura's face glowed as her rich, grassy green eyes twinkled.

Ino scoffed dismissively, thinking of Kiba and all the charm he had that Sai lacked. "Nah. I'll gladly babysit, though, Forehead. You owe me. Don't seduce the Kazekage while you're there." She straightened a pile of paperwork, smiling sneakily.

She got the satisfaction she wanted when Sakura's face got redder than her headband. "Shut up! I'll beat you to a bloody pulp when I get back."

"Shut the hell up," The blonde chucked the stress ball on Ibiki's desk at her, missing by a centimeter because she had reflexes.

She picked it back up, throwing it back to the Yamanaka as she opened the door. "Stay outta trouble."

"Don't worry about me." As soon as the door closed, Ino let out a groan. She sank back into the chair. Papers intimidated her, the ink too close together, bunching up until she couldn't focus. She examined the red stress ball that looked like it had seen better days. Ibiki must have been more stressed than she thought.

It wasn't five minutes before her head was buried in her arms when the door opened again. She didn't have time to react, but she was almost sure he couldn't have returned yet.

"Mr. Morino, do you.." The familiarity of the voice instantly irked her, raising her head to make visual contact for a full two seconds before the door shut again. Not really forcefully, but loud enough to make his absence known.

Ino steamed for a couple of seconds, then violently threw the ball at the door, feeling momentarily less angry.

"Don't come back," She raved in a hushed voice, because she knew she should have spoken up while the chance was there.

She took out pent-up anger on a helpless piece of dated paper, nearly breaking the pen with all the force she gripped it with. Through all the papers and resentment, Ino found the time to miss Kiba. He would make her feel less homicidal right now. He would at least comfort her by letting her bury her face in his neck until she had calmed down.

"I hate people," Ino decided as she punctured a piece that she hoped wasn't some important document.

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A/N: This chapter was going to be longer, but I didn't want to cram so much information into one. I appreciate all the reviews I've gotten so far, and I love hearing everyone's thoughts(:


	6. Official

"Who's jacket is that?" Ibiki asked as Ino was in the middle of clocking out.

_Why did he care_? "I just got it," She answered slowly, but it was apparent that it wasn't hers. It wasn't even something she would consider trendy, and it was ill-fitting, causing her to look tinier than usual.

His face was marked with his signature frown. "Wasn't my question, unless you're implying it's yours."

Inconvenient silence followed, and he shifted topics. "I hope you finished all that paperwork."

Ino brushed it off, "Most of it, anyway."

"I'll come in late tomorrow," She called out as she quickly used the exit, breathing a sigh of relief afterward.

"What's your rush, good-lookin'?"

Ino looked briefly at the sun that was beginning to set. "Why are you here?"

He looked no different than he had that morning, clad in his undershirt and sweatpants, giving him a lethargic appearance. "It wasn't like I missed you or anything, but I wanted to make sure you made it home alright."

She smiled at his nonsense, walking at his side. "That's very compassionate of you. I had a very long day."

"Missed me I bet." Even his walk held a certain air of assurance, and she had to go faster than usual to keep up with his long legs.

"Slow down," Ino ordered, "I only missed you this much." She made a mini gesture with her fingers in front of his face.

Kiba weakened his pace a bit, taking her hand in his own. Few people were outside by this time in the afternoon."You don't have to lie to me. I know you thought about me all day."

The blonde twisted his fingers slightly, lifting her voice. "Okay, you're right. I couldn't stop thinking of you. I couldn't stand not being with you every second of the day. Happy?"

"More like it," Kiba placed his hands along her hips as they reached her apartment. Once he had gotten home that day, he couldn't seem to get his mind off her. But he wasn't going to admit it.

Ino tilted her head, bang falling. "What did you tell your folks?"

He was lost in marvelous azure orbs, barely registering her question. "That I was kidnapped by some unbelievably hot kunoichi who turned out to be crazy and forced me into staying the night."

She presented him with a stale look, winding her arms around his neck. "Sure."

Kiba drew her into a long-lasting kiss, making her fingers curl as she lost her breath.

"Come in?" Ino managed, stepping back.

"I can't," He hinted toward sadness. "I promised my sister I'd help feed the dogs."

Her hopes faltered, feeling dispirited. "Your loss."

"How'd you like my jacket?"

Ino blinked several times before she noticed and felt somewhat embarrassed. "Oh, yeah, you can have it back if you want."

"Keep it for now," Kiba insisted, leaning to kiss her one last time. "It suits you, doll."

She grinned broadly as she turned the lock. "Night, pretty boy."

"Night, Ino."

After she went inside and changed into sleepwear, she subconsciously pondered their relationship. It was nearing a week since they started seeing each other, and she wondered if that was what she should label it. Seeing each other, not dating. Dating just did not sound appropriate. Their relationship was abnormal. Uncommon, and perhaps scandalous, but Ino couldn't say she cared.

-x-

"Miss me? Be honest."

"I missed you. Did you miss me?"

"Not really."

"Kiba!"

"Kidding, kidding!" He knew it was too late when he had to endure a slap on the arm.

It was the next day, and the forest welcomed them with chirping birds and flowers in full bloom. They settled in the shade, legs tangled and frequent make out sessions. Ino wondered inactively if maybe she should be doing something more productive. There was a time-consuming something about being with Kiba that made her world stop; he made her feel _alive_, something she couldn't say of her life for the past months.

The mood was forever light-hearted, airy, nonchalant. Nothing much to think about. She liked that.

Her daze was interrupted when Kiba pinned her down in a playful manner, staring at her. "I love it when you don't listen to a word I'm saying."

"Hey," Ino wrestled with him for a while, rolling around until she got on top. "I was listening, Inuzuka!"

"Man, you're lucky you're so killer hot." He let her get the better of him as they fake-wrestled, eventually grabbing her wrists so she had no choice but to forefit. "Say mercy."

"You're lucky you're so charming," She conned him into releasing her wrists by attacking his lips. "You lose," She added as she trickled two fingers along his jawline.

Just as he was about to voice his objections, Ino hopped to her feet. "Shit!"

"What?"

"I forgot to unlock the backroom in the shop," She cursed her forgetfulness and cupped her hands around her nose in exasperation. "I have to go back."

"Fuck," Kiba whined, "why can't some employee or your mom do it?"

"I'm the only one with the key," Ino sighed deeply, wondering why she had been so absentminded lately.

"Allow me to accompany you, then, Miss Yamanaka," He fixed his posture and spoke in an obviously phony gentleman voice.

"What if.."

Kiba practically read her mind, putting on his leather jacket that she had generously returned. "We're just friends, not that it's anyone else's business."

"Do you really want to be _just _friends?" She hadn't meant to blurt that out, nor had she meant for it to sound so unpleasant.

He seemed a bit perplexed at her curt response, looking her over speculatively. "Uh, no.. yes.. Wait, what?" He wasn't the best at analyzing people.

"I just think it'd be helpful to know.." Ino crossed her arms, abstaining from eye contact. "if we **had** actual feelings for each other."

Kiba scrunched up his nose, not liking the timing. "It's kinda early to say." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have feelings toward me," It seemed improper to be asking so bluntly. But he did like to know details, and being left out of things had never been okay with him. Being straight with people was part of his nature.

Ino paused, willing herself to stare elsewhere. "Maybe.. I think so, at least." She wished she could take back her words on the spot, "but I like the way we are now! I mean.." She had never been with someone who made her really want to spend so much time with them. Putting her thoughts into coherent statements was a challenge. "I don't.. Like, just..."

Kiba held onto her jumbled description, glad she was at least putting forth an effort to communicate her thoughts into words, because he didn't understand this. How being with one person could possibly be so exhilarating.

She shook her head, feeling ridiculous for allowing a guy to get her flustered. "I like you, that's all." She exhaled, "I never imagined it happening, but I really really like you."

He gave a nod, perceiving her vulnerability. "I really like you. More." He didn't hide the smile from his face as he broke the tension by taking her arm.

"I like you a lot, Yamanaka," Kiba latched her arm around his, "we're staying like this."

As soon as they began walking, Ino wavered. "Maybe we shouldn't..."

He secured the position again. "We should and are."

There was something that made her believe him, reassured her as she leaned on him.

Kiba imitated an announcer's voice, "I'd say it's time for us to make a public appearance anyways."

"Hm, as long as my name comes first."

They were cast a few peculiar, questionable looks in the heart of the village, from civilians mostly. A part of her didn't mind the attention, wishing she could be a bystander so she could see from her own perspective how eye-catching they looked together.

Ino broke away from him when they arrived at Yamanaka Flowers. "Wait on me."

"I'll stay right here," He was satisfied with their strut, holding the door for her as he noticed his team approaching. He let it swing shut. "Hey!"

Hinata's lavender eyes displayed curiosity, "Hi, um.." She made sure no one was eavesdropping, continuing softly, "I wasn't aware you and Ino were seeing one another."

Kiba felt his face burn, grateful Shino appeared more interested in the gnats swarming the air. "It ain't like we're engaged or anything, damn. Don't make it sound so sentimental." He rubbed at his nose, pollen burdening him. "She's hot, right?"

When he received silence, he nudged Shino. "Right, Shino? Tell me Ino's _not_ hot as hell."

The Aburame hardly acknowledged him with unsteady backing, adjusting his sunglasses.

"It's just," Hinata toyed with her raven strands. "you haven't shown up to group training in a while.. We can't really work on techniques without you and-"

"Alright, alright!" He was done with the thought of a lecture and he pretended to surrender. "I'll show up next time, okay? I've been injured and tired and.." He heard the bell jingle above the door and he took his volume down a notch. "I'll be there next time."

Ino trudged out awkwardly, standing beside Kiba and attempting to sound friendly. "Hi guys! How's it going?"

The Hyuuga smiled pleasantly, exchanging such meaningless content with the blonde that Kiba had to zone out. He wasn't particularly happy to see them go, but being one on one with the interrogator was way more interesting.

"That was rather fucking awkward," Ino moved her feet at a steady pace, ignoring a few stares. "Either people are jealous or we must look super badass together."

Kiba laughed, "Both, probably. Let the first person say something, I dare them."

She was cut short of making a counter as she heard Chouji and Shikamaru across the street. Chouji was resolute, shouting her name like a broken record. Shikamaru on the other hand didn't look half as ecstatic to see her, blowing his smoke fumes upward.

They were loitering in front of some barbecue joint, different from the one they usually visited. "Ino! I know you hear me!"

She shook it off as her brain sparked with an unplanned idea, stopping out of the blue and lacing her arms around Kiba's shoulders. Before he could ask, she kissed him. It wasn't long, but spun out enough to catch gawks. Time ceased, but chatter continued to buzz all around them. She wasn't sure what she was thinking, but she knew she had something to prove.

Ino could sense Chouji's jaw hitting the ground, now trying even harder to wave her over.

"What was that for?" He asked with masked bewilderment, scanning her unexplainable thought process.

"To show everyone we're a fearless couple, isn't it self-explanatory?"

It was true to the ears, and he guided her attention toward her teammates. "I'll give you a minute. Make it quick, though, I'm sick of the crowd."

Kiba bumped her toward them gleefully as he impatiently stepped aside; she could hear a vendor trying to coerce him into making a purchase.

Ino felt like she was parading on air as she pushed through the crowd. When she reached them at last, Chouji was stuck in a state of disbelief.

"You and Kiba? Really? Why didn't you tell us?!"

He bombarded her with another dozen questions that she didn't know how to answer.

She only gave him a coy smile, fanning cigarette smoke away from her face. "We aren't anything serious, but.." She turned back to glance at Kiba for a split second, "our relationship feels really unreal. We treat each other nice, 'ya know?"

"Looked pretty **real** to me," The Akimichi chuckled, jabbing at Shikamaru. "Yeah, man?"

He was sent a grunted response that sounded more muted than anything else.

"Why don't you guys come to lunch with us? It's been a while since we all got together," Chouji's tone brought her down, making her insides churn with guilt.

Ino shot a hateful look to Shikamaru and she prayed that he noticed. "I'd love to, but I'm pretty busy with work and.." She set herself to remain dismayed, matching her expression to fit her words. "I've also been talking to Tsunade about some mission and the hospital keeps me fairly occupied."

The taller of the two fixed her with a soundless, impassive judgment, disposing of his cigarette. "Meet you inside, 'Cho."

"Clear some time for us, would you?" Chouji tipped toward her, watching him go in. "I think Shikamaru's sick of feeling blown off. He feels different than we can understand, you know. Being a genius and all."

She scoffed under her breath, nodding as if she heeded his advice. "Yeah well, next time. Promise." There wasn't any way in hell she would ever confide to him about her new-found disdain for Shikamaru. He would never utter a negative comment about him; they were _best _friends. Plus, it was likely he would side with him over her anyways; she tried not to take it personal.

Ino told Chouji goodbye and almost tripped over herself as she tried to locate Kiba in the chaos. Where had that son of a bitch _gone_? She let out a sigh, only spotting him as her wrist was clutched, someone beckoning her to the side.

"Excuse me, gorgeous, but I'd like to speak with you."

"What?" She flippantly spun around to face a voice that wasn't Kiba's, armed with a touch that wasn't natural, refined features complete with vacant eyes. It wasn't the person she wanted at that moment and for the first time, she eyed him warily. "Sai?"

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A/N: Happy belated Fourth of July, to all you amazing fans. ;)


	7. Commitment

Sai's habitual usage of the pet-like nickname made Ino wish he were capable of more elaborate feelings. She remembered Sakura attempting to balance his thriving emotions, obviously with little success. She could see the damage that had been done, and he didn't seem to know much else.

Ino tried her best to train her eyes on him, the overly-fake smile that was forever plastered to his face causing her uneasiness. She didn't have to worry about coming off as rude, which was a good thing, because her focus was crumbling. "Please, Sai, I'm kind of in a rush."

"I don't understand," He raised his eyebrows with a hint of confusion. "Sakura asked last minute if I'd keep watch over you while she was away. She even suggested I help you with your battle skills. She assured me it was your idea?"

That stupid Sakura and her enormous forehead. She thought she was doing her a _fucking favor. _"I never.."

It was then Kiba reached her, looking through Sai as though he didn't exist. "Finally. You ready to ditch?"

Ino moved to catch up with him for a half second, feeling warm fingers get a hold on hers once more.

"Gorgeous? It would be best to not separate if I must look after you."

She felt a tug from the other side of her, and suddenly she was caught in between two hot, dreamy guys. It wasn't like she hadn't fantasized about the moment plenty of times, but it felt shades different than she thought it would. Two, dark-haired men with lean bodies and astounding features, dueling for her love. In reality, it was far less glamorous, and a bit stressful, actually.

Kiba put his arm around her in a dominant sort of manner, and Ino was speechless for a minute. "Look, _man_, I don't know what the hell you want," A fierce look in the eyes would give anyone else a warning, a red flag that clearly said to step away. "but I'd suggest you stop touching my girl and go on somewhere."

Ino gaped, not only feeling like she was a piece of property, but the overwhelming obligation to stand up for Sai. She shoved his arm away, "Hang on just a second. Let's not go there, okay?"

Sai looked puzzled, going back and forth between them as if he were taking notes mentally. "Your.. Girl?" He repeated curiously.

The Inuzuka tuned him out successfully, turning to the blonde. "Weren't **you **the one asking if we were more than just friends?"

"Yeah, maybe, but do _**not**_ drag him into this shit. You know better."

His gaze sharpened, jumping to his own defense quickly. "Don't tell me what I know, because I think I know a little more than you, that's for sure."

"Oh, please," Her temper flared, raising her voice above his. "you're such an _arrogant bastard_!"

Kiba shook his head in disbelief. "Have it your way," He dropped his argument, "if you wanna stick with this creep over me, fine." He turned his back on them. "Maybe I don't wanna be more than 'friends', now that I think twice about it."

Ino could tell his patience had thinned out, and she refused to watch him storm off. "I'm sorry, Sai. He didn't mean any of that."

However, Sai did not look the least bit rattled. "He was angry."

"Yeah," She sighed loudly, "but don't take what he said to heart. He's-"

"I read once that when people are angry," He brought his index finger to his chin, recalling fuzzy memories. "that they say things they don't mean, and become unaware of the severity of pain they inflict."

"That's right," Ino forced herself to nod politely, leading them away from most of the crowd.

Sai remained apprehensive. "So, when he said 'my girl'.." He tried walking himself through it, looking to her for an explanation. "That's a romantic phrase?"

She was actually surprised he wasn't downright clueless. "In a way," She stammered, "the way he said it was.. It could easily be taken out of context. Acting as if a lady is a prize is.. well, obviously unacceptable."

Ino could tell her words weren't being comprehended and she was likely wasting her breath.

"Kiba and I.." She wasn't used to spelling thoughts and emotions out loud like she had to for Sai. It made her feel sad on his behalf. "We aren't romantically linked, you see. We're friends."

His eyes lit up as soon as he identified her vocabulary. "Friends? Like us, then."

"Just like us." Ino knew explaining it any other way would be too intricate for him. There was no way he could understand anything remotely close to a 'friends-with-benefits' kind of thing. Not that she would use that term, because she wouldn't even go that far with it.

Ino spent the rest of her day trying to put a name on her relationships. Not for herself, but for Sai, who mystified her effortlessly with his textbook definitions and references. She spent a later remainder of her day marking off on needless paperwork that she knew Ibiki was using against her on purpose. To intentionally drive her out of her mind with boredom, until she wanted to gouge her eyes with pens and any razor-like object she could get to.

She had to mentally cuff herself to the chair, drilling it into her head that she could not leave early. She had to work well into the night, minutes going by like the longest years of her life. Ibiki's phone startled her out of her skin, arm scattering supplies and highlighted documents messily onto the floor.

Glaring until the phone stopped its bothersome ringing, Ino exaggerated the deepest of breaths and subjected herself to a short, much needed break.

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Kiba tossed cuts of fresh, juicy meat to the canines before him, noticing how they could devour most things altogether within seconds. He wiped his hands on his pants, sensing Hana come into the yard at the same time he ordered Akamaru to stay.

"Mom's pissed at you," She used a taunting voice, greeting each dog enthusiastically afterward.

He shrugged, throwing the last of the meat. "Don't know about you, but I quit bein' scared of my mommy a few years ago."

"Like hell," She knelt down to scratch a dog's back, "you know she'd still smack us around no matter how old we get."

Kiba chuckled, hearing Akamaru paw at the door and whine.

Hana sat in the grass, letting the animals slobber on her cheek before pushing them away. "We looked for you all day, but it was almost like you disappeared." When she noticed his unchanging expression, she abandoned the subtlety, "Tell me where you've been or I'll beat it out of you."

He leaned on the railing surrounding the deck. "Just been busy, you know."

"Where's your scent been, huh?" Hana smirked, jokingly punching his arm. "on some broad?"

"What if it is?" Kiba swiftly returned, fanning air onto her as if mocking the fact that she couldn't track him down even if she tried.

"If she's smart, she won't have you," She dusted her uniform off, whistling at two dogs that began barking. "I'll be surprised if it's not too late, but we heard you were wanted for some overnight mission tomorrow."

Perfect _fucking_ timing. "Dammit."

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Metal shredding together and hitting the ground enforced many failures, harshly skimming dirt. It was something that was starting to wear negatively on the Yamanaka. "Fuck this!"

Her aim and accuracy used to be on point, nailing every target barely a few inches short. She was aware that she should be training with her team instead of solo. It would be a huge benefit on her part and improve their teamwork as a whole.

Ino furiously kicked at the targets, smashing them ruthlessly. Splintery wood particles were sent into the air as she launched herself up and back, aiming for the center of an oak tree. Her weapon landed squarely in a branch, and she skidded backwards, stirring up dirt and dust.

"Loosen your arms."

"What?!" She produced another kunai, scrambling to find the source. "How long have.."

"A while," Sai twirled his pen between his fingers, leaping down from his secluded hideout. "I was sketching, gorgeous. You weren't interesting at all until this point."

The way he formatted his words together made her fight the urge to punch him. "Sai. Friends don't** spy** on each other."

He blinked innocently, flipping the pages in his sketchbook. "Spying? I'm only looking after you, as Sakura requested."

"I don't need anyone to look after me, for Christ's sake," Venom-filled words made her rethink her actions. "I don't need to be babysat. You.. you can stay, but as a friend. Not a spy."

Sai laid his drawings on a nearby rock, shadowed eyes expressionless as he made his way to stand by her in an offhanded fashion.

Ino would be lying if she said her inability to read him didn't frighten her in some way. Not that she believed he would ever bring harm to anyone, but even her teammate (who displayed a similar taste in personality) was readable to an extent.

"May I touch you?"

The air became hotter, and she pulled her thick, bountiful hair to one side. "Yes, you may."

"I ask as common courtesy, because I know not all human beings enjoy close contact."

She said nothing as he stood behind her, trying to stay relaxed as her wrists were lightly held.

Sai's gloved hands slid from her arms to her elbows like pure silk, and she felt her heart flutter. "You must loosen up, for example.."

"Your grip is too tight, and you seem to rush," He cupped his hand over hers, taking the kunai back and throwing it with more aim and precision that she had ever dreamed of. "take your time."

He released her then, and Ino attempted to copy his demonstration. She followed his advice, her improved accuracy showing on a slightly damaged target.

"Your tips are helpful, Sai," She hindered him from retrieving his still-life drawings or whatever the hell he drew. "do me a favor and show me one last time?"

For someone with dead emotions, his touch was warm and solid. It felt less forced, anyway.

"Of course," He performed the act once more, "friends do favors for one another, so I'm told."

Ino pressed her back into him, letting the sharpened weapon fall at their feet. She gracefully trailed her fingers down his arm, boldly taking his hand. "Have you ever kissed anyone, Sai?"

He came across as uneasy in a way, stealing his hand back instead. "Do explain, but why.. why are you so close?"

Her flirtatious side took over, and she slowly tilted her head back to rest against his neck. "Sometimes, when friends are really close.." Ino carefully persuaded his lips onto hers in a mild manner, her palm resting on his jaw. He didn't kiss her back, but he never resisted, and that was enough for her.

"Or if you want to be affectionate, or maybe more than friends..." She spun herself around, lowering her voice as if what she were saying was confidential, "or show you really care for someone."

"Think of it as an exclusive, one of a kind favor from me to you. But don't say anything, it's our secret."

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A/N: Sorry for the late-ish update; I try to proofread until everything's in place, xD. Xoxo!

kally-kal;; The way I narrate is meant to usually come from Ino's point of view, and her suspicions of Shikamaru are meant to stem from a darker place. Where her feelings come mostly from inferiority. I would always imagine Shikamaru to serve as a logical and sensible voice of reason, qualities Ino wouldn't appreciate working against her. That being said, their relationship would change sporadically to fit Ino's mood. Hope I made things a little clearer &amp; I love your reviews. ^^


	8. Love Drunk

A/N: So I was nearly done with this chapter a few months back, and I was in the middle of making adjustments when my laptop's charger pin decided to fall out &amp; cause me immense distress. I didn't have the patience to buy the piece and then have it soldered, and it would take too long to recover my data from an ancient, dead laptop. Therefore I had to start from scratch, so I really am sorry for the huge delay. This chapter could possibly not live up to its full potential because of this inconvenience, and I'm still grieving over it. Anyways, enough about my horrible luck. Thank you guys for being patient.

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Ino tossed restlessly well past midnight, apparently not meant for sleep that night. She was instead forced to wage war against unjustifiable thoughts, nearly regretting her choices but choosing to ignore reality as much as possible. She was miles past frustrated, uselessly knowing the guilt that clawed at her veins would dwindle away eventually.

It wasn't like Sai understood why people did what they did, and she wasn't the easiest to figure out. She even wished there was a better explanation. Too bad his memory was in full operation.. Maybe it was a selfish thing, but it was definitely unlike Ino to not be able to clear her conscience.

The blonde was half-motivated to give up on the idea of rest, get out of bed and do something productive with herself when a thunderous bang on the door jolted her right out of her musings. Her first instinct was to cover up with blankets and pretend nobody was home, before remembering that she was supposed to be a fearless, resilient kunoichi. She convinced herself of a wrong address.

When the persistent banging became impossible to disregard, she clumsily untangled herself from the bedspread and blindly made her way to the front door. Hastily readjusting her orange T-shirt and muttering complaints, she promptly let whoever know that they were unwelcome by jerking the door open and crossing her arms impatiently. One of her best poses.

"Who the fuck comes by at this hour?" Ino's last words fell flatter than she would've liked, because what she saw wasn't what she had expected at all.

She must have whitened at the sight of Kiba, because he lowered his fist and hesitantly took a step back.

"Ino," He began sheepishly, about to voice an excuse but deciding against it. "I was.. I didn't mean to wake you up."

At first she felt somewhat flattered, right before recalling their little disagreement from what felt like weeks ago. "You better have some damn good reason."

His expression immediately turned sour, matching her pose. "I'm for sure not here to apologize, if that's what you're expecting."

The Yamanaka rolled her eyes at his defensiveness. "Well I definitely wasn't expecting you at this time of night."

Kiba didn't speak for what seemed like minutes; Akamaru's panting the one and only sound filling the tense, night air.

"I'm not sorry," He said the first thing that popped into his lagging mind, "I felt like.. I had to see you." He leaned heavily against the door frame, outstretching his hand toward her with intentions of a pathetic embrace or halfhearted handshake; she wasn't able to tell.

Ino couldn't guess from his eyes if he was telling the truth or not, but she didn't feel like stressing herself out even more. She swayed away from him for a brief, contemplative moment before locking her arms firmly around his neck. "I don't care, Kiba. I don't want to talk about anything."

Just taken off guard, he used one arm to support her back, not comprehending her desire to latch onto him. The familiarity of her scent was overpowering then, and he wondered if his scent ever stuck to her. The ability to say anything drained from him instantaneously.

She buried her face in his neck, shutting her eyes without worrying for some sweet time. Being physically close to him, despite remaining mentally far away. Finding comfort in his embrace. It was enough for then. She rested her palms against his shoulder blades, gripping the fabric of his jacket.

Kiba had long since been lured in by his own interest, finally moving to rest her feet on the ground again. "I can't blame you for missin' this." Modesty was an unimportant characteristic that he just didn't possess, donning a smirk visible even in partial darkness.

Ino squinted, allowing her eyes to accustom to lack of light. For the first time since seeing him, she noticed his headgear and uniform perfectly in place. Unwrinkled, clean and all around intact.

"Where have you been, anyways?"

"Nowhere really." He looked over her shoulder, somehow discouraging any further questioning.

Akamaru suddenly made his way past the couple, well on his way to his favorite spot on the couch. He rustled a paper bag at their feet, immediately piquing Ino's interest.

"What did you bring me?" She glared as he swaggered by her, slamming the door shut with one foot.

Kiba smirked once more, "Sometimes it isn't all about you." he followed her to her bedroom, side glancing at the bed, predicting and hoping they would be there any second now. He had never planned for things to go a different way. "Sometimes it can be about both of us."

Ino's shoulders slumped in disappointment when his grand reveal turned out to be only alcohol, watching him get rid of the cap as if he had done it a thousand times. "Right when I thought you could be capable of something romantic." But she wasn't expecting much, to be honest. Cheap romanticism wasn't something that wowed her. "You just come over to get drunk? Must have taken some deep thought coming from your minuscule brain. Where the hell do you even get this?"

The shinobi plopped down on the bed, flinging sheets aside. "Let's just say my mom needs a good drink a lot of the time," he said matter-of-factly, her sarcasm falling on deaf ears. "makes her a little less of a... you know."

"I see," The interrogator held one of the chilled bottles up to the light, "you must be such a pain for her."

"That's right," Kiba openly boasted, stealing her lips after taking a generous drink. "you could use some."

"Eww, what the fuck? It smells like shit and I can taste it on your breath! Do not ever think about kissing me again, do you hear me?!" She thrust her hand at his face, distancing herself. "nasty bastard."

Her anger was met with mere laughter, hysterical for a while as she glowered disapprovingly. When his laughter finally died down, he playfully got in her face. "Scared, Yamanaka? Can't take it? 'Cause you know I could outlast you any day. It's okay, babe. I understand."

Feeling belittled, Ino stared him dead in the eye and drank from the same bottle. It was possibly the most acidic thing she had ever tasted, and she had to try unbelievably hard not to gag. "Fine, Inuzuka. Since you think you're so badass. Now I'm really gonna embarrass you."

Soon the bitterness didn't matter quite so much. His lips tasted the same as before, and she wasn't prone to grimacing the next few rounds. Time grew distorted quickly after, where seconds felt like minutes and life could actually slow down and seem tranquil from the outside looking in.

Blinking rapidly in an effort to clear up her wavering vision, Ino yanked him closer possessively. "Kiba, why are you so hot? Stop it."

He took her face in his hands, seeming vaguely pensive for a few seconds. "I'm blessed, okay."

They shared stupid, uncontrollable laughter, the daring blonde wrapping her legs around his midsection. Draping one arm around his neck, she whispered, "Tell me how blessed I am."

"Very," Kiba drug his hand through his nicely tousled hair and focused mainly on making out for a while.

Most of their conversations were depth-less, meaningless strings of words that weren't worth remembering. Reiterations of repeated feelings and drunken thoughts only confessed during the a.m. hours.

Ino collapsed against the pillows, training her eyes on him wearily. "Let's not fight."

"You're cute," He used one arm as a prop, lost in his own world, sentences slowly drifting off. "when you're pissed, though.."

"I can be scary," She giggled, all of her guards down a while ago. "I hate most people right now anyways."

Empty bottles littered the floor, accumulating so easily. That things could still make sense to her was a mystery in itself.

"I feel that way."

Instantly confused. the blonde tried to snap out of her trance. "What? ..what'd you say?"

"What do you mean?" Ino asked again carefully, struggling to stay conscious.

Kiba rejected eye-contact, turning on his side. "I was too late."

"For what?" She nervously pulled at her hair, ever so slowly processing. "I don't.."

His voice got lower, causing her to lean in. "It was fast.. I don't know. I wasn't there."

Ino still wasn't grasping anything, accidentally knocking over the remainder of the alcohol. She suddenly sought soberness. "What?"

"My team's in the hospital."

She felt shock finally register, her mouth dropping in awe. "Why.. oh God, no. You should be with them, you should go. They okay?"

"Fine, they're fine." He stumbled over his words. "Shino's left leg is swollen and I think.. Hinata might have a concussion, but.. they don't want me there. I shouldn't be. I wasn't there."

Ino wasn't positive she was hearing right, but she could see he was overwhelmed, in a way. She would be throwing a raging fit if her team embarked on a mission without her, injured themselves and then refused her company. Even if she disagreed with her team a lot, there was no way she could bear the thought of not being there for them. Asuma would have wanted them to stay together through anything.

She quit talking for a while, unsure of what to say. Typically she would be better at comforting somebody. But their right minds were someplace else, so she pathetically took his hand. "It isn't your fault, Kiba. It could happen to anybody.. even me."

"People fuck up, you know," She continued thoughtlessly, "like I do them sometimes. You just don't admit it to yourself."

"Like what?" He asked stubbornly, gritting his teeth. Being accountable for his team was top priority. He wouldn't let them down on purpose, even though it had been done a lot lately on his part. The mind tortuously replayed countless what-if situations, kicking him down again and again for his absence.

Ino laughed because she didn't know what else to do. "I kissed another guy just the other day. If you want to count that as a mistake." She dug her own grave, "..and I liked it. I think about him sometimes. You know?"

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A/N: Want to say sorry again for the delay. Hope you guys continue to follow and review; thanks for reading~ ;D


	9. Sober Thoughts

_"I kissed another guy just the other day, if you want to count that as a mistake," The truth was out in the open for once, "and I liked it. I think about him sometimes. You know?" _

_"No, a lot actually. I think about him a lot."_

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A hangover proved to be too much to handle in the early morning hours. Ino didn't know how many had passed since; what she did know was that she felt like absolute death.

It shouldn't have surprised her so much to see a worn-looking, tanned figure emerge from the doorway.

"I threw up like, eight times in your bathroom."

"I don't even care. Just be really quiet," Ino barely felt conscious, using every fiber of her being to dig through shelves for pain killers. "I couldn't be more stupid. What.. were we thinking?"

"It's more fun with two," Kiba struggled to find his shirt, helping himself to a few pills. "for a while."

Ino let her head idly fall against the wall, wondering if this was what their elders felt like all the time. Drained and unaware of what was happening around them. "For a while."

"My bad, by the way."

"For what?"

"If you took anything I said seriously last night," He spread across her bed once more, laughing at nothing. "I like to talk a lot when I'm drunk."

"Kind of like when you're sober," It hurt to mimic his laughter, so she just smiled at him. "God only knows what I said."

Kiba became eerily silent as pieces of reality seemed to rain back over him, definitely not sparing any leftover frustration or pain. "I don't know."

Ino felt a cold chill as she recalled unclear memories from last night. The pure ecstasy and relief she experienced as they kissed, the feeling of being out of control. Her mind was literally throbbing, and not in a way that benefited anybody. But in a way that she probably fucked up something good and admitted something she wouldn't admit under normal circumstances.

"We talked about us," She cut him off before he could ask questions. "and you."

"There was something," He combed his messy hair upright. "you talked forever about some guy."

"and how you think about him all the time. I remember that much."

"I didn't know what I was saying," Ino raised her voice at his casualty, immediately feeling defensive. _How did anything manage to stick with him_? "so don't."

"What the hell? You were being serious?"

She didn't know if she should trust her words this time around, letting herself remain cold as ice. If this was ignored, maybe it could be over as quick as it started. A deep breath. "No. Listen, I was drunk as..."

"You weren't making it up," Kiba looked disgusted, which upset Ino more than it should have. "Oh my fucking.."

Never granting her the luxury to explain, he repeated many expletives as he hastily snatched his jacket and stormed off toward the front door. The same place they had mutually decided to make up at hours before.

"Don't leave! Okay, look, I might have kissed someone but.. It was nothing, okay. I don't like him as much as you think." She went after him as fast her as her body would allow, clutching her sore temple.

"Ino, shut up. I don't want to fucking hear it again. If this guy.."

"It wasn't like that, I swear," She hoped her tone was convincing as she pleaded with him. "we aren't even together, so how can you be pissed?"

That was obviously the wrong thing to say, because for a moment Kiba looked genuinely blindsided, but the looks he wore were a mystery regardless. "I don't need this. And I do not need you. You're such a damn liar."

It hadn't even occurred to her that tears were leaving her eyes at an unimaginably rapid rate. Twenty four hours of grief, stress and salt were in those tears. Why did she have to go and admit everything anyway? He wasn't her boyfriend. The words he said hatefully ate her away like poison. There was no strength left to fight these emotions in her.

"I never wanted you," Ino palmed at her face roughly, not having the energy nor willpower to holler back at him. She couldn't even watch as he left, Akamaru in tow, slamming the door behind them for emphasis. One last way to commemorate the renewed hatred between them. It was funny how in a matter of hours, her world could easily feel as if it was crushed single-handedly. Into a million pieces that she would never get around to picking up.

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Ino frantically flipped through orders and which addresses to make deliveries to when the bell above the door rang again.

"I'll be right with you!" She called from the back, wondering why it seemed like nothing was coming naturally to her brain. She had spent her morning sobbing and tending to a hangover, but for Christ's sake.

"We're not customers, pig!"

She let out a relieved sigh at the sight of two original members that made up Team Seven. "Why don't you take your high-pitched voice and enormous forehead in the other direction, then?!"

"You didn't miss me!?"

"That's right," The blonde shook off her apron, silently envying her best friend's tan. "How was it?"

"In three words: hot, humid and sticky."

Naruto giggled like an immature prepubescent boy, getting a prompt backhand from Sakura. "Shut the hell up! Anyways, fill me in."

She winked at Ino, leaning closer to try and get a reading. "On what?"

"You know!"

The Yamanaka finally understood, her temper reaching dangerous heights. She wouldn't bother to dive into the mess that had been created over the past few days. She felt she could blame at least half of it on Sakura. "I'll have you know I _didn't_ appreciate it, thank you very much."

"You ungrateful little.." She yelled incredulously, "you should be thanking me!"

"Ladies, ladies. There is enough of me to go around."

Ino ignored Naruto, gritting her teeth. "No, _listen to me_. I did not ask to be set up with Sai."

"Why is that? He's not good enough for you, is that it? 'Cause last time I checked you were totally into him!"

"Sai!" Naruto exclaimed, "whoa. I just saw you with Kiba the other day. Me and Hinata both saw you together here. So you two aren't dating?"

"Kiba!" Sakura exclaimed louder, sharing in the shock. "He's kidding, right? Why didn't you tell me!"

"We are not together! I am _single_, goddammit." Ino hissed in a low whisper, pounding her fist on the counter.

"Was it supposed to be a big secret or something?" The Uzumaki asked sheepishly. "I might'a kinda.. Told people."

The blonde felt a sinking feeling, suddenly light-headed. "Start talking, Naruto."

He cowered at her intimidating tone. "I didn't mean to, I swear! Ibiki's just so scary and-"

"You told Ibiki!" She shrieked, roughly shoving him for his gossiping ways. Leave it to Naruto to run his mouth about everybody's business. "This is your fault!"

"Shit, sorry Ino.. Are you in trouble?" He kept apologizing, praying she would spare him. "I said sorry! Please don't hurt me!"

She didn't even want to hear the rest of his explanation. She was so fucking stupid. Allowing herself to get bent out of shape over something she never had straight.

She mentally gave up for the hundredth time that day, burying her face in her hands.

"What's wrong now?" Sakura seemed worried, timidly resting a hand on her shoulder.

"I sort of have.. a lot of problems, so yeah. I'll let you know how that goes," Ino rubbed at the premature wrinkles she could already feel coming on. That made two people she had to fix things with.

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It was damn near pitch-black. She cursed silently as she felt her way around the all too familiar compound that was like her second home. Being quiet and finding a way in the dark were not Ino Yamanaka's thing, come to find out.

White moonlight bathed the veranda in a slivered sort of way, and she couldn't help the creaking of boards as she moved across.

The abrupt sound of a match striking fire scrambled her thoughts, forcing her body to spin around to face a person she would rather not face.

"Looking for something?"

She struggled to regulate her breathing after that moment, hating him for being such an expert in the shadows. Must have been harder than it looked when almost always in the spotlight.

"We gotta talk."

"So it couldn't wait until morning hours?" He yawned, inhaling toxic chemicals before blowing smoke toward the ominous sky.

Ino relished in the scent of tobacco, biting her tongue as she pretended Asuma was still around. If he could just be there for them, she would never complain about the stench again.

"Maybe you'll hear me, since no one else seems to."

Shikamaru said the absolute minimum, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his vest. "I expected this. Trust me."

She sniffled loudly, crisp air piercing her lungs, hoping to squeeze out a pinch of pity. "I don't see why you never said anything. I wasn't even trying to accuse you at first-"

"Ino, I never understand anything you talk about these days."

She sighed, wishing he would cut her a break because she was so exhausted. Couldn't he see that? Or maybe anything from an emotional standpoint? He made her feel ten times worse without trying. "I know, but let me explain this to you and you'll get it."

He shushed her, preferring to enjoy the tranquil atmosphere of the night. After a short grace period, he seemed to reconnect. "I don't think it's all too difficult to figure out."

"Don't shush me, Nara!" Ino snapped, a voice in the back of her head reminding her she was supposed to be more humble. "sometimes.. You just need to spell things out for people. Not everybody is such a fucking complex mastermind, okay." She whispered that last part, unable to make eye-contact.

She wasn't even going to break the surface of truth, because it was petty and weak. What would it sound like? _Sorry I'm not a genius, and that I can never be half as perfect as you_?

Shikamaru stood close to the edge of the porch, flicking ashes to the side.

"I didn't mean to take it out on you like that, is all I mean," She got close despite eye-burning smoke. "Do you hear me?"

"You mean you can stand me after all?" A mischievous smirk came over him, making her painfully understand he was messing with her on purpose.

Remembering what she said in the moment caused her face to flush, and the darkness didn't seem to be the best mask.

"You _know_ I was pissed. I say stuff I don't mean all the time."

The Nara knocked his cigarette so it fell off the edge, watching the embers fight to burn until they died out. It amused him that she was still refusing to apologize, instead solely coming to him out of her own vanity. She was trying, but was so ruthlessly selfish. That would, however, be a wordy, troublesome thing to say, so he nodded as if he thought differently.

"Stop giving me that stupid look and say we're okay," Ino demanded bossily, "Say it!"

When he didn't quit staring into space like she was invisible, he was pulled against his will.

"Hey!" She was a dangerous combination of furious, impatient and freezing. "Stop being mad at me!"

"I promise that.." She further assured, forcing herself under his arm, huffing in exasperation. "Are you even listening?"

Shikamaru tensed, leaning away in annoyance. She was invading personal space just so he would be bothered enough to forgive her and extinguish further protests.

Ino held him in place, "I fuckin' swear.. I'm so done arguing."

She allowed her teammate a shiny, innocent smile that nobody could quite deny. He would argue that sooner or later the sweet facade wouldn't get her where she wanted.

"Get off."

"Stop being such an ass," She ordered people around so well, "now have some decency and give me your jacket or something! I'm cold! Ladies shouldn't have to bear the cold."

"Stop being such a drag," Shikamaru retorted, but he habitually did what she said. He could tell she was instantly satisfied when he draped his vest over her shoulders.

Warmth felt nice even for a brief moment, and she let them bask in silence for a little while. The heat between them felt like a weight of stubbornness, ignorance and avoided conversations.

Ever since they were six, Ino pushed her two teammates around like she owned them, way before they were a team. Chouji and Shikmaru would bitch, sure, but they would usually cater to her belligerence so she would be happy. As they grew older, she realized Shikamaru would push back. When her plans sounded too risky or she argued relentlessly, he would counter with a near flawless strategy, letting her know she was too impulsive. The grip on the team she thought she had slipped away. They all grew up. She wished they were still kids sometimes.

He tried to step away when she leaned herself too close, but staying to support her frame like he was supposed to. He didn't mind to support his comrades.

"You can't stay mad at me," Ino stated, almost terrified he wouldn't listen to her any more. Becauase she wasn't ready to let him go. She looked at the sky, bracing herself for what she was going to say. "Wanna know something?"

Shikamaru eventually stopped resisting because he was tired, adjusting his stance so she could coil her arms loosely around him. "Sure, what."

Even if she couldn't grasp his logic and reasoning, if they never happened to agree again. "You're my best friend."

He kept his gaze locked straight ahead, wearily brushing his hand over hers.

"I know."

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A/N;; thank you guys for being patient and understanding. I'll eventually be in a better place to update more often. =3 love you all who take time to review/follow.


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Naruto, Drama, Romance