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The Eye of the Storm	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Eye of the Storm
- 2-Chapter 2
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Hey guys! Back again!

Sorry for the wait; I've been wanting to get this done and posted on here for a while, but I honestly just haven't had the time for writing. So now I've FINALLY got it done, and I hope you enjoy! Be sure to review, favorite, message me, etc. This fic hasn't been getting a lot of attention, and I want to know if it's something you guys don't like about it (if it's boring, just not interesting, etc). Either way, if you like it, love it, or don't really care, let me know! That way I can improve my writing, and give you a more satisfying read! Thanks and enjoy! :3

-K.

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A week had passed since the storm and Chouji and Ino's confessions to each other. The days had been going by rather quickly, as the Leaf shinobi had been rather busy picking up fallen limbs and fixing buildings that had been damaged by Mother Nature's fury. Ino had recovered quite rapidly; only two days after she had fallen ill she was up and about with as much energy as ever. Naturally, Chouji had had everything to do with that.

Whenever he wasn't being called away to help with the village's recuperation from the storm, Chouji had been spending nearly all of his time at Ino's apartment, ensuring that she was well cared for during her time of need. Both of the previous two nights that he had spent at her house, he had slept in her apartment's living room on the couch, curled up under an old blanket of hers and using his arm as a pillow. Both nights he had awoken to cramps in his neck and back, but whenever he would wake up and go to her room to check on her, he would see her pale, drawn face-the epitome of illness-and his own pain would immediately disappear. He knew, knew she was worth it. Therefore, he was determined to do his best for her.

Currently, the Akimichi heir was making his rounds around the village, scoping out the area and trying to see if there were any villagers or shinobi that needed any extra help. Tsunade-sama had called him into her office early this morning to instruct him to help repair residences in the eastern district, but it was only midmorning and everything was rapidly being revitalized. Already the village was starting to come together again, and it was very nearly restored to its original state so soon after the storm. With a small smile playing across his face, Chouji allowed his memories of the past two days replay in his mind, and he resisted the urge to chuckle out loud, knowing that if he did passersby would look at him as if he were a madman. One memory in particular amused the burly man greatly, but he didn't want to ever mention it again to his lovely girlfriend, for fear that she might be offended. Still smiling, he allowed himself a brief moment to remember her face in that instant, and the rest fell into place from there:

-Flashback-

"Chouij, where are you?" Ino's bright face looked around the corner of her hallway and gazed into her kitchen, to where she knew he could be hiding. "Seriously," she frowned, "I need help with something."

Instantly dropping the knife he was holding, he ran over to Ino and was at her side in an instant. "Yes Ino?" Chouji's words came out in a rush, "What do you-"

Her lips collided with his, and her arms circled around his neck, keeping him firmly within her grasp. He moaned quietly and pulled her into his chest tightly, wrapping his arms around her back and lifting her up into midair, feet dangling, to where he could hold her to him. He kissed her back fiercely, never betraying his self-control, but not wanting to keep it completely chaste, either. After a few moments he pulled back from her lips slowly, and very reluctantly, so that they could both catch their breath. "Ino," he breathed, and he nuzzled his nose into her neck, breathing in her scent, "I love you." He stated it simply, but his tone let her know that there was, indeed, a wealth of meaning behind it.

Ino giggled softly and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, Chouji, now will you please put me down? I still need help with this…"

Hesitantly Chouji placed his sick angel down, and after making sure her feet were safely planted on her kitchen floor, his gaze met hers, and he tenderly replied, "I'm sorry Ino. What do you need help with?"

Her gaze instantly shifted to the ground, and she bit her lip anxiously. Her face flushed pink with embarrassment, and she started, "Well, I-uhm, you see…"

As amused as he was, the Akimichi heir couldn't bring himself to grin at his obviously distraught girlfriend, so he instead brought his hand up to her cheek and rubbed it reassuringly against her skin there. This action seemed to give her the strength she needed to say what she needed to, because all at once she blurted out, "Can you open this for me?"

As soon as her question was asked she bent her head in shame and buried it into his chest, trying not to let him see her face actually flame from embarrassment. Honestly, if she wasn't so damn weak from this sickness, she wouldn't have had to ask this of him! Honestly, she was a kunoichi for god's sake, Jounin level at that, and she should be strong enough-sick or not-to open a stupid-

"Pickle jar?" Chouji asked, dumbfounded, as he found the object wrapped tightly in her hands and brought it to the light for closer inspection, "You need me to open a pickle jar for you?"

As if Ino's face wasn't already flaming from embarrassment, having to admit this truth out loud was even worse. Wordlessly, she nodded her head against his chest, eyes closed and still facing downward, as if she could shield some of her embarrassment from his view. Already she was expecting a loud laugh from him and possibly one or two teasing remarks, but the only thing she heard within the next few moments (much to the blonde's shock) was the pop of the container flying open. Her eyelids flew open and her gaze flew up to meet his, her flushed face long forgotten. "Chouji," she managed, her expression the epitome of bewilderment, "you…you just…why didn't you tease me? Or make fun of me? I wasn't expecting-"

"Then you'd better start expecting it, Ino," the Akimichi male replied firmly, pulling her away from him only enough to place the now opened jar into her awaiting hands, "I don't tease people for things they have no control over like most people do. You had trouble opening this jar because your strength is drained from your body having to fight your illness," he pressed a light kiss upon her forehead, "and that is absolutely no reason for you to be teased." His eyes were incredibly soft and warm as he addressed her, gazing into her own with a pure form of emotion that only she would ever see, "Even if you weren't sick, I still wouldn't give you a hard time for asking me to open something for you. Let me get something straight with you now, Ino. I will never, ever, purposely tease you about something. You deserve no such thing, and I am neither the sort of person to give such comments nor encourage them." He pulled her tightly back into his arms again and sighed as he felt her long blonde hair brush across his arms. "Besides," he added, as he absentmindedly raked a hand through the long, soft tresses of her hair, "I love you too much to ever hurt you like that."

-End Flashback-

With the conclusion of that memory, Chouji could only chuckle at his girlfriend's insane cuteness, as he rounded another corner, revealing to him a whole street full of people waiting on help to fix their homes. Chouji stopped at the first family he saw, offering his assistance to them and letting the others know he would help them immediately after he took care of this particular family. As the grateful man led Chouji toward his damaged roof, shooing his wife and young daughter inside, Chouji was only thinking of Ino, his memories of his past few days with her, and what he would do for their unofficial first "date" when he visited her tonight.

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The mid-morning light shone in Ino's bedroom window, casting light, soft yellow rays across the blonde's face, her eyelids fluttered open to bask in the promise of a new day.

"Nghh," the blonde groaned, "Day already?"

An empty bedroom greeted her as an answer, and Ino reluctantly threw back the covers on her bed so she wouldn't be tempted to fall back asleep. This sluggish and fatigued state kept up until Ino had stepped outside of her apartment building, and the garish light of day greeted her. Almost instantly, she felt as if she had been awake for hours.

Carefully, Ino navigated through the streets of Konoha, avoiding the bags of merchandise that careless customers flung about, and their children. The little ones' excitement and running around apparently made them blind to both their surroundings and other people, as they were crashing into the bystanders congregated in the streets, and running into the sides of the stores and carts, laughing like crazy. Banners hung over the tops of the storefronts, while families and friends mingled and talked within the streets. It was as if the devastating storm that had hit just days ago had never happened.

A flash caught Ino's eye, and she immediately turned her head for a closer look. She was staring at a dango shop, and the flash had been a glint of sunlight that had bounced off the chef's mixing bowl as he skillfully flipped it. Smiling, Ino confidently strode into the restaurant and calmly placed an order for Chouji and herself. After all, she knew that he could come to check on her soon, and when he did, she wanted to surprise him. Evilly, her inner grinned as the perplexed chef handed her enough boxes of dango to feed a small family and gave her her change. The last thing the blonde consciously recalled before entirely plunging her mind into her scheming was the villagers giving the blonde horrified and awe-struck looks as she headed home, carrying her and Chouji's dango. In the past, nothing would have horrified and embarrassed the blonde kunoichi more, but now she found that she really wasn't bothered by it. Instead of answering their looks with one of her own, she hoisted the dango above her head and walked right in between two women that were angrily whispering about her "really letting herself go" with a grin. If anything, the two ladies' looks of shock and anger at her bravery amused and satisfied her more than anything else she could have or said or done, and the usually explosive-tempered kunoichi walked away without any more of a fight.

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It was now 7 o'clock at night, and the orange and pink hues of the setting sun were reflecting off of the glass of the window pane of Ino's apartment. Chouji had yet to come home at all today, and Ino had been dutifully waiting for him since noon with all of the dango she had bought. After an hour or so past noon, she had given up, and placed his share in her fridge so that it wouldn't spoil. She wasn't angry at him for coming home late-she understood that it had been a big storm and that there was much to repair within the village, but it didn't stop the longing for him to be with her and the loneliness she was experiencing from his absence. She had been watching TV for several hours now, trying to fill the void and the silence that now filled her apartment when he was gone. It was funny how four days ago this place seemed like home to her, and now it felt like their home. Every time Chouji was gone it felt like a prison, or a hospital room or something. She didn't know how to describe the place, but she knew the feeling and it was dismal, empty, and overall void without him.

Footsteps were echoing down the hallway, and without fully meaning to Ino lurched upward and off of the couch, her ears straining to see if it was him, coming her way.

It was. She would know that grunt from anywhere!

She ran toward the door right as he was opening it and leaped into his arms, not even giving him a chance to completely cross the threshold. Chouji merely stared down at the angel in his arms in surprise, before he realized what had happed and chuckled, wrapping his arms around her tightly and lifting her up into his arms. Not even bothering with his armor, he kicked the door shut with his toe and removed his shoes with his feet, before pulling her tighter against him and walking with her toward the couch. She giggled as he growled and sat on the Ino-shaped impression she had made on it from her hours of lying on it prostrate, and carefully rearranged her so that she was comfortably resting in his lap. They sat staring at each other for a few moments, trying not to laugh, until Ino finally beamed at him and managed, "So how was your day today?"

Chouji merely raised his eyebrows at her, and she laughed outright, smacking him on the chest. "Hey, I asked first!" She cheekily declared, her eyes shining with a challenge that he dare try to ignore her question.

"Says you!" He chuckled. "I came home today to find you jumping all over me in the doorway like you haven't seen me in years, and then I come in here with you to find the TV on and several Ino shaped indentations on the couch. Now tell me, Miss Yamanaka," he grinned at her now red face, "What have you been doing all day?"

"I've been building up my energy and resting myself in order to get back into tip-top shape, don't you know?" She replied sweetly, which was greeted by a hearty laugh from the Akimichi.

"Sure," he teased, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and moved her over onto a cushion next to him so he could get up. He made his way into her kitchen and from in there he answered her original question. "It was a busy day today," Ino could hear the sound of her cabinets opening and the soft clinking of glass as he got himself a drink, "Tsunade-sama sent me to the east side of the village-the civilian residences-and there was a great need for shinobi out there today. I was the only one there for much of the day, but Lee, Neji, Gai-sensei and Tenten all showed up about mid-afternoon, and they helped tremendously."

At this point he was walking back into the living room clutching his glass of water and a bag of potato chips. Seeing her staring up at him curiously, he grimaced and said, "I'm sorry, Ino. I wouldn't usually eat before dinner but it was a hard day today, and I need to restore some of my chakra."

Ino only smiled at him and leaned into his shoulder, "Don't ever worry about eating in front of me or here, Chouji. My house is your house." She closed her eyes against his shoulder and smiled peacefully, enjoying his presence.

They sat watching the TV for a little while until the siren's surrounding the area started going off again, and the young couple (being the trained shinobi they are) jolted upright, listening to which siren it was.

"It's the severe storm siren." They both said in unison, and Ino turned to Chouji, frowning, and asked, "but didn't we just-"

"Yeah, but I suppose it is that time of year again," Chouji replied, shrugging, and he moved to stand up again, resting her head against the back of the couch. "I'm going to go make dinner before the storm hits and we possibly lose power." He started into the kitchen, and Ino started after him.

"Before you make anything, Chouji, I bought this dango for lunch-" the Yamanaka girl started, and she opened her refrigerator in order to show him, "but you never showed up, so I just put it in here and I figured we could have it for dinner. I'm sorry if you had something planned, but I really don't want it to go to waste, so do you mind if we eat this tonight?"

"Nah," Chouji smiled, and he pulled a couple boxes out from the top shelf of her fridge, "I love dango!"

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It was only a few minutes into eating their dango that their polite, innane chatter was cut short by the lights suddenly cutting out and the TV screen going blank. Ino's blue eyes were wide in the dark, but Chouji could make out her outline and her face from the faint eerie blue light leaking in from her window. Everything else in the house was dark, but her eyes, her skin, and her presence lit up the dark around them like a beacon, and Chouji's attention couldn't have been drawn anywhere else for the world. She was simply beautiful, and the shell-shocked Akimichi couldn't ignore that fact for anything-not the untouched dango in his lap or the fact that the sirens were wailing once more as lightning flashed outside the windows.

After an involuntary intake of breath-which he could only pray she didn't hear-he started collecting the boxes of dango (using his shinobi senses) in order to dispose of them, but she grabbed his wrist and held it firmly in place, preventing him from reaching anything else. His gaze automatically met hers, and time froze for both of them. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached his hand up toward her cheek in order to brush his hand against the softness of the skin there, and had to bite back a groan at the contact when skin met skin. Kami, if this was just her cheek, what would happen if…?

Suddenly Chouji was very, very grateful for the darkness of the room, because he was confident nothing less would hide his blush right about now. This embarrassing thought seemed to snap him out of his star struck state, because he shook his head and started to mutter, "Ino, we had better get this cleaned up…"

Her lips were suddenly on his, and she was crawling on top of him, forcing him back into a reclined position on her couch. Her hands were rubbing his chest and his forearms, as her sweet breath tickled his face. Chouji was shocked for a little more than a minute, before he grasped her tightly to him and returned her attentions with as much enthusiasm as he possibly could. Kami, what she could do to him!

She broke away from his lips, panting for air, and he took no time in breaking away from her lips, giving her a chance to breathe, while pressed a trail of kisses down to her collarbone. He groaned when he heard her breath hitch as he kissed a certain spot, and shifted her in his lap to where he could get better access at it before attacking it mercilessly. She moaned and arched her back against him, her breaths now coming in pants as she writhed against him in pleasure, panting his name. He lost all conscious thought the first time she muttered his name in that sultry, lust filled tone he had only dreamed of hearing her use, and he was already harder than he had ever been in his life from only kissing her. He released her after a few more nibbles and licks, and when he did, through the lightning's flash of light he could see the large, irritated mark that was now on her neck before the flash ended and the room once again faded to black. Chouji's breaths were coming in pants, and she could only press herself against him more firmly and snuggle into him, her head on his chest. She sighed happily and shifted against him, but unfortunately her thigh came into contact with his hardened member through their clothing, and her eyelids instantly bolted open, her mouth forming an "O" with shock.

"Chouji, why didn't you-" she started, before she was cut off with a harsh, "It doesn't matter," from him. He pressed her back into his chest with his large hand, and breathed a contented, but worried sigh. He was hoping that she wouldn't notice…

"It does too matter, Chouji!" She screeched, as she sat up on him, straddling his hips, "How could you say it doesn't? You're just as important as I am!"

"No," Chouji barked out a laugh, "I'm not. You don't even understand how much more important you are than me."

This statement worried Ino. How could he say something like that?

"Maybe not to you, Chouji, but you're more important than I am to me. You know that, right?" She asked, her tone perfectly serious.

"Yes, Ino, I understand that perfectly." He answered, completely serious, but she could see in his eyes that he didn't understand-that he didn't realize that he was her everything, and that she loved him more than she loved any outfit that she owned in her closet, any hair dryer she had in her bathroom.

He didn't believe her when she told him he loved her.

Her eyes filled with hurt, and this alarmed Chouji very quickly. Before he could say anything, however, she had stood up and was walking down the hall away from him. He sat up on the couch, staring after her in shock, deciding what to do for a few moments. He heard her sniffle from the other room, and when his mind processed that she was crying, he was up and heading down the hallway to her room in a flash, and at her side very shortly after.

"Ino, what-" The redheaded male started, until he looked down and saw that she was crying, staring at something. Within a second he had identified the object to be a photo frame, and on closer inspection it turned out to be a picture of Ino and himself from when they were kids. Shikamaru had almost always been helping his father tend the Nara clan's deer as a child, so he wasn't around much for the duration of their childhood, even though they had played frequently together-the three of them-as children. The photo had been taken when they were 12-the first day of their graduation from the academy, and their parents had taken the picture. It was the only one they had had of the two of them together specifically, because Shikamaru had proclaimed picture taking at that moment to be "too much of a drag" for him to partake in. Of course, a moment and a slap upside the head later, his mother had dragged him towards the other two for a picture, but they had kept the picture of the two of them anyway.

As Chouji stared at it, he was only filled with shock at her possession of the photograph-let alone why she slept with it by her bedside every night. He had finally realized where he had recognized the familiar frame-when he was here the past few days tending to her during her illness, he had remembered seeing it sitting on her bedside table, but he had failed to examine it closely due to his worry over her state. He had just never noticed it in detail before. It had obviously been there for a while, on her bedside table, but Chouji had to know-why was it so important to her?

"Ino, what's wrong?" He asked gently, his tone pained. He hated to see her cry.

At this she only sobbed harder, and brought the picture closer to her chest, pressing it against her heart even tighter, as if she feared she would die at any moment if she didn't. Her whole body was heaving with sobs, and her frame was shaking from the futile effort of trying to keep them from escaping. Chouji, at a loss and not knowing how to comfort her, managed to wrap on arm around her and pull her into his side, but her sobbing only continued. In a desperate effort to make her stop-because truly, she was making him hurt as well from just seeing her cry as well-he logically deduced that the cause of her tears was the photo. Gently, he moved his free hand toward the frame she was clutching so tightly against herself and lightly tried to free it from her grasp, but her cries only grew hysterical and she jerked it back into herself. Now totally at a loss, Chouji only pulled her into a tight embrace, closing his eyes in regret for not being able to console her and pulled her head tightly into his chest.

After a few more minutes of sobbing, Ino's cries finally started to quiet down, and eventually she reached the point to where her crying had just become sniffles. At this point, and now feeling it was safe to say something, Chouji quietly asked, "Ino, why is that picture so important to you?"

Ino only managed a sound between a laugh and a sob and replied, "Isn't it obvious, Chouji? Really?"

He only stared blankly at her for a few moments, trying to piece out her cryptic statement, before his eyes widened in realization and he could only curse his stupidity. Pulling her tighter against him, he muttered, "I'm so sorry, Ino. I should have-"

"Believed me? Yeah," Ino quietly replied, her face buried into his chest, "but you didn't."

"Chouji, when I say I love you, I mean I love you. I have never said that to any other guy besides you and I don't plan on it. I know I've been a total bitch to you in the past, and I regret that to this day and I will for the rest of my life. I can't tell you how much I hate myself for all of those awful things I said and did back when we were kids, and just how I treated you in general. I was so rude to you and I had no right to be. I've changed though. I really have. I can see you now, not just as a little boy, but as a man, and I love that man that I see. You're kind and sweet, and funny, and you're everything I'll ever want and everything I'll ever need. I don't want to be without you ever again. These past few days I've been waiting for you to come home and my apartment has never felt emptier. It kills me to be without you and I hate it. But do you know what I hate more, Chouji?"

The shell-shocked Akimichi couldn't do anything more but stand there in complete shock and just stare down at her as she lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet his dry ones. "I hate that you don't believe the fact that I love you no matter how many times I have told you in the past few days. Tell me, would you believe me if I told you I have loved you since I was sixteen? Because I have. Would you believe me if I told you that my real awakening was right after Asuma-sensei died, and I started seeing everyone around me in a different light, and I slowly started to realize that I loved you, and that I always will love you? Because that's when I did, and I will always love you. It just kills me inside to see you not realize that."

She sniffled again and dropped her gaze from his. With a dry sob, she buried her face once again into his now tear-soaked shirt, and just remained there, breathing in his scent, hoping it would provide her comfort. She listened to his heart beat steadily within his chest, and his steady breathing grow more erratic as he slowly started to realize the truth. Only moments later his arms wrapped around her back tightly and jerked her upwards toward his face. His large hand grabbed her chin roughly and yanked her lips upwards to meet his own in a fiery, passionate kiss. "Ino," he moaned desperately, as he started to rub small circles into her back lovingly, contradicting their passionate, smoldering kiss. He gently nipped at her sensitive neck again, and re-marked her love bite from earlier. She moaned his name appreciatively and he clutched her to him harder and growled, "Mine."

Suddenly, he stood up from the edge of her bed and picked her up, carrying her over to her window seat. He set her down gently upon it, and he knelt down in front of her, trying to maintain his control, but very nearly failing already. He leaned up and kissed her tenderly, rubbing his large hands up and down her forearms. As soon as their lips touched, he pulled back, and gazed into her eyes with an undeniable warmth and passion in his eyes. However, a nonspoken question was also apparent, and Ino knew what her answer would be before he even asked it.

"Yes," she moaned out, and she grabbed his face in both of her own and pulled his lips into her already waiting kiss swollen ones.

After that, their clothes started flying off and disappearing into the neighboring parts of her bedroom, until she was pressed flat against the glass of her window as he moved very slowly and tenderly inside of her. The cooling press of the glass against her back and her skin felt strangely contrasting to the sheer heat and fire Chouji was causing from within her body, but the difference in feel only added to the sensation she was feeling now. Chouji was muttering sweet nothings into her ear as he slowly maneuvered in and out of her, touching her in all of the right places and she exploded into oblivion over and over and over from his doing. She could only clutch onto him tighter each time and breathlessly moan out his name each time, and she could feel his tip hit that place inside of her every time. She could feel his breathing pick up even more than it already was, and his thrusting started to get much harder as he forcefully started to grip her tighter, nibbling on her neck as sweat poured down both of their bodies and the windowsill. He moaned in her ear and whispered quietly, asking her to come with him, and oh god, yes, she would come with him as he gave that one final thrust that sent them both over the edge and there was a blinding flash of white light and then…

She was in her bed snuggled up next to Chouji before they both finally fell asleep for the night. He was pulling up the covers over her head as he gently rubbed circles in the small of her back, pressing kisses in her hair. She was so exhausted, and all she could muster up the energy to do was quietly tell him, "I love you, Chouji" before she finally fell asleep. He followed her into sleep shortly after, clutching onto her tightly, with not one inch of space between their two bodies.

The wind was finally dying down from the savage storm that had been blowing outside the window only moments before. Rain and sweat mingled on opposite sides of the panel as they both clouded the view to the dying storm outside. More trees were down and houses were damaged, but there would be plenty of time for rebuilding the village later. Right now, Mother Nature decided, let them sleep. Let them sleep and dream in a world where they could be with one another, and then let them awaken to the storm finally being over, and their dreams now becoming their own reality.i
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