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Liberated	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Naruto, nor am I affiliated in any way with the series! The series belongs to the mastermind Masashi Kishimoto and the lovely people at Shounen Jump and VIZ. I do not make any money from this story. This is for entertainment

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Thank you for the kind feedback! I told myself if I received one review I would continue this story! I must tell you now I don’t have a definite direction where this story is going. I’m gradually working out the plot as I write. So please bear with me. The pacing may go fast. I’m predicting this story will be 6-7 chapters max.
“I can't keep myself and still keep you too…” Kanye West
Chapter Two: Together
Upon entering her rented condo, Ino slipped out of her heels and placed them by the door. Her stomach sank because a part of her still felt guilty for leaving her friends during their lunch date without a valid explanation.
It's like we don't even matter to you anymore, Miss High & Mighty!
Naruto’s words still pierced her like a wasp sting. The wound caused ache in her inner-being leaving soreness deep inside her. Ino really did want to let her friends know they’ll always hold a special place in her heart, but she’s known everyone since childhood. They wouldn’t accept her words—they wanted her to prove what she said through her actions.
“Timing. Timing is everything.” Ino whispered the bittersweet promise to herself while walking past the living room to enter the bedroom to shower and change for the art show.
Taking off her jewelry and setting it on the dresser, Ino’s head snapped to the right when she laid eyes on her boyfriend emerging from their bathroom, wrapped only in a white towel. Droplets of water still dotted his skin, sluicing down the hard planes of his body.
Ino’s blue eyes focused on a trickle of water that slowly descended the artist’s toned chest and down his abs, only to vanish in the jet-black hair leading from his navel down past his towel. For the first time in a long time the model discovered she was getting aroused from looking at her extremely handsome boyfriend standing in the threshold of their bathroom. Her inner core instinctively constricted, and the flimsy material of her lace thong was drenched with her natural honey.
Swallowing thickly to coat her parched throat, the model took one hand to fan her face, cooling her heating body temperature. It’s been a while since we made love. I forgot how attractive he is.
Scanning the man standing a few feet away from her, Ino nodded appreciatively at her wonderful catch.
Sai stood at 6’1with a lean build, jet-black hair, dark eyes and light skin. Ino recalled the day he caught her eye and smiled at the memory. They were at a mutual function in Osaka one year ago where various paintings by local Japanese artists were showcased. Sai’s art was included in the exhibition although Ino didn’t know it at the time.
A specific painting held Ino’s eye and she inquired about the artist to make a purchase. The portrait was of a stunning, blonde woman with green eyes, high cheekbones, and delicate facial features. There was a melancholy look in her eyes as she rested her hand on her bosom, staring out of the window at the rain.
Ino felt spiritually connected to the woman in the painting and when she asked to speak to the artist to purchase it, her breath caught in her throat when he approached her. She got lost in his handsome features and gentle voice, and couldn’t stop herself from flirting shamelessly like a schoolgirl experiencing her first crush.
Sai extended his hand in greeting and gave the model a tender smile. “So I understand you’re interested in my art,” he told her. They made love later that night, and the morning after they were inseparable.
As she thought more about that night, Ino realized she never bought that painting! Another attendee purchased the artwork but that didn’t matter to Ino. Many days she spent as Sai’s personal model as painted her for his own personal collection of artwork. She never felt sexier than the times he would always tell her how exquisite she was and how he was lucky to have her.
They shared many passionate nights and splendid mornings. Ino’s lips curled in a poignant smile as memories of Sai calling her Miss Beautiful flashed in her mind. For a short while Sai was like a savior to Ino’s inner turmoil and she was thankful to have him in her life.
A relationship that started out like the romance novels women immersed themselves in went sour soon after. In a moment’s notice the passion in Ino’s perfect relationship with Sai vanished like a rabbit in a magician’s hat.
Their hectic work schedules forced the couple to spend less time together, and Ino’s rising fame overshadowing Sai’s ability to make his mark in the world of art also played a role.
Everyone around the globe knew about the supermodel Ino Yamanaka, but very few outside Osaka, Japan cared for Sai’s existence. As word got around about their relationship, many people in the industry wondered why Ino would lower her standards to date a locally known artist.
She knew it was humiliating for her boyfriend to listen to the vicious gossip about their relationship. Nevertheless Sai always smiled to ward off anyone trying to pry into their secluded matters.
Ino admired Sai for remaining strong throughout the negative opinions of others, and it gave her the strength to tell others to mind their business about their private affairs. But in time his smile became less genuine. Outsiders couldn’t tell the difference between the artist’s sincere smile and a false one.
Ino did and she knew everything everyone was saying about their relationship was weighing heavily on Sai. That created the biggest wedge between them and the model discovered she still remained with her seemingly robotic boyfriend out of convenience.
Gone were the adoring nights of heavenly lovemaking and whispers of Miss Beautiful whilst playing in her hair. Now whenever they saw each other it was only for public appearances and occasional small talk around the house.
Still Ino remained loyal to her now-loveless relationship with Sai. She no longer felt her heart pattering in her chest, or butterflies fluttering her in stomach whenever she saw him. Her lover was now a mere acquaintance but deep inside she held on because leaving him would cause Sai even more pain and mortification.
This evening was different and Ino blinked away memories past and slowly walked towards her boyfriend as she stripped out of her clothes. She wanted her man now and she knew she could convince Sai to attend his show late. They didn’t need to arrive on time anyway since all the guests were eager to see his new work and she knew they wouldn’t leave without being the first people to view them.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ino.” Sai gave his girlfriend one of his many false smiles but Ino chose to ignore it.
“I told you I wouldn’t miss your show, lover.” Ino added the last word to her sentence to emphasize what she wanted to do with her boyfriend right now. Her unbuttoned blouse and unzipped pencil skirt were on the floor and the model roamed her hands over her curves.
Cupping her breasts in her black lace bra, Ino smiled at the artist and told him, “We can be a little late Sai. I’m sure everyone won’t mind.”
Sai kept his unwavering eyes on his girlfriend and his smile remained rooted in place. He watched her slowly peel off her clothes with slight fascination and for a fleeting second his balls tensed in arousal.
With each step Ino took more of her garments met the soft, plush carpet underneath her feet until she stood in front of Sai completely nude. She unpinned her bun and allowed her loose platinum tendrils to cascade down her back. Puckering her lips together, she cooed against his thick lips and locked her arms around his neck. “So how about it Sai? I want you right now. I want to make love.” Ino rubbed her hips against his and was mentally disappointed when she didn’t feel his hardness underneath his towel, although her frustration wasn’t visible on her face.
“Not tonight.” Sai stated simply. He removed Ino’s arms from around his neck and stepped around her to enter their bedroom. “I have to get ready and so do you. I expect you fully showered and dressed in the next hour. I need to be there on time for my guests.”
Feeling dejected, Ino didn’t turn around to face the artist when she whispered, “Of course Sai. What was I thinking?” before shutting their bathroom door.
*****
Sipping her second glass of cherry wine, Ino eyed everyone who attended Sai’s art show with a bored countenance. Each person was dressed in black from head to toe and the model surmised that everyone looked like little ants surrounding the space in the room. Every exhibition her boyfriend did Ino appeared at his side for support, although she suspected it wasn’t appreciated. More people were interested in her than viewing the hard work and time Sai put into his paintings. She did her best to steer the subject of interest back to her boyfriend but most times her attempts fell on deaf ears.
This led to many arguments about her career interfering with his and Ino would usually exit his presence to spend the night at a local hotel to cool off. She never confided in her friends about the problems she was experiencing in her relationship for the past several months because she was ashamed.
Ino put up this façade that she didn’t allow anyone else’s opinions about her to negatively affect her, but deep inside they did—especially those of her friends. She didn’t want to deal with Sakura’s torment, or Tenten’s and Hinata’s pity about Sai. The model was even more petrified about what her male friends would say to her, so Ino kept everything inside.
Ino rolled her blue eyes at a man who tried to ask her out even though he knew she was involved with Sai. She sipped more of her wine and pressed her lips into a thin line, ignoring the persistence for the bothersome gentleman. I’m not even tipsy! I need to be fully drunk to deal with this nonsense!
Eventually taking her silence as a hint to get lost, the man casually walked away and Ino released a heavy sigh in relief. Thank you, she mentally spoke to the retreating back of the man who was now approaching another unsuspecting woman to flirt with.
Listening to Ino sighing behind her, Sai mistook it as a sigh of boredom. He turned away from his guests and whispered to his girlfriend. “You could at least pretend like you want to be here, Ino. Smile a little.”
Ino’s lips moved to give the artist a snarky rebuttal but she wisely closed her mouth. It would be pointless to quarrel with Sai because he was right—she didn’t want to be here tonight! She’d rather be at their home making love and cooking him dinner afterwards. Relaxing her shoulders, she placed her empty wine glass on a tray as a server walked past. Nodding slowly at her boyfriend, Ino gave him a dazzling smile.
Before Sai could tell Ino “thank you”, an enthusiastic reporter from a local magazine approached the couple.
“Hi I’m Moegi for Artists Today magazine!” A petite, cute redhead young woman extended her hand to Sai and Ino. Ino took it and shook it vigorously, while Sai folded his arms over his chest.
“I couldn’t help noticing you standing here Ino Yamanaka!” Moegi continued in her high-pitched, cheerful voice. Ino gulped in foreboding because she knew Sai was standing next to her mentally preparing to tell the young journalist off.
Not noticing the sudden tension around them, Moegi kept going. “Wow! You’re even more beautiful in person, Ino! I love you!”
“Um,” blinking rapidly, Ino locked her hands in front of her and said, “thank you. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome! And I see you’re humble, too!” Moegi was floored by the poise and grace Ino demonstrated, while ignoring her boyfriend standing next to her. “If you don’t mind I would like to ask you a few questions.”
Before Ino could protest Moegi recited her first one. “How does it feel to support Sai at his show? It must be exciting to know you’re the only international celebrity here!”
Ino allowed a moment to look at the guests in attendance again and her mind counted all of Japan’s local celebrity royalty. There was a few scattered amongst the attendees but it was true, she was the only internationally known star.
Focusing her blue eyes on the relentless reporter again Ino said, “I’m here for moral support. You should really ask Sai about his show. He’s put a lot of time into his work and it’s really paid off.” Ino meant every word she spoke. She recalled many days watching her boyfriend hard at work as he painted away to prepare for his show, and his talent was now being showcased for Japan’s elite to see. Ino was proud of Sai. “He’s a very dedicated artist and I know he’s going to go far.” She managed to lace her fingers with Sai’s after she pried his arm from his chest.
“Ahem,” Moegi cleared her throat and blinked a few times at the unexpected response. “Yes but I really wanted know about your feelings, Ino. Don’t you think you’re too big of a star to be at a small art show like this one?”
That question took the couple by surprise. Ino gasped and her eyebrows lifted in shock and Sai tightened his grip in her hand with his anger bubbling inside of him.
“Um, really I love my boyfriend and I’m totally here for him.” Ino smiled at Moegi but dreaded the fight that waited for them when they returned home. “This is Sai’s exhibition and I’ll always be here for him.”
“Ah… yes of course.” Moegi finally took the hint and kindly thanked Ino before shifting her attention to Sai. She gave the straight-faced artist a nervous smile before questioning him. “So Sai what’s it like to date such a world famous model? I’m sure it must be exciting for you!”
Ino kept smiling to prevent from grimacing at the pain in her hand. Sai was squeezing it so hard she could have sworn she felt her veins burst underneath the pressure. Fuck it hurts!
Keeping his expression neutral, Sai told Moegi they have to entertain guests before yanking Ino by her arm and leading her into a secluded room.
When he shut the door, Ino snatched her arm out of his grasp, tucked her leather clutch underneath her arm, and cradled sore hand in her free palm. “Sai that hurt! Don’t be so rough!”
Facing his girlfriend as he stood by the door, Sai told her, “Every time I have a show it’s the same thing. Someone always approach me with ‘Ino this and Ino that’. I’m sick of it. For once I would like to have some attention at my show. The world doesn’t revolve around you, princess.”
Taken aback by her boyfriend’s cruel words, Ino forgot the ache in her hand and narrowed her eyes at the artist to bellow in anger. “I’ve supported your ungrateful ass since the beginning, Sai! No matter what I’ve been there for you because I want to! But you don’t appreciate it!”
“Lower your voice! People will hear you!” Sai seethed through gritted teeth.
Flaring her arms in the air Ino shouted, “I don’t care! They can hear about how selfish and jealous and insecure you are! You make me sick! There’s nothing I can do to please you! I can’t help what people say when they talk to me, but no matter what I’ve always let them know I’m here for you! You just don’t care!”
Smoothing the wrinkles from her black, halter dress, Ino fluffed the curls in her platinum hair and lifted her chin in the air. Speaking in an even tone, she told Sai, “You want me to leave your show? Fine. I’m gone.” She pushed past the artist to open the door, but Sai’s hand grabbing her arm halted her steps.
Snatching her arm away from her boyfriend, Ino wagged her finger in his face and spat, “Don’t you ever touch me!” before leaving the room.
Marching past all the gasping and whispering guests, Ino ignored their murmurs and exited the building to enter the backseat of her black, luxury vehicle.
Setting her clutch in the space next to her she told her driver, “Just drive. I don’t care where we go. I just want to get away from here and I’m not ready to go home.”
“Whatever you say, Miss Yamanaka,” the woman in the driver’s seat replied evenly. Starting the engine, the woman drove in peace, giving Ino time to calm down from her tumultuous night. She already suspected the model and her boyfriend had yet, another fight and her employer stormed out of the show in anger. Coolly sighing, the driver recalled several nights when the pair would verbally fight in the backseat usually over Ino’s career overshadowing Sai’s.
She never questioned why Ino continuously put up with Sai’s behavior but she empathized with the beauty. Leaving her boyfriend now to focus more on her career—a career she was already unhappy with—would only prove him right: she loved her job more than she did him. Ino was too compassionate to do such a thing even if she did come across as a world-class bitch at times. So Ino was stuck between a rock and a hard place: stand by her envious boyfriend’s side in a loveless relationship, or choose a job that didn’t bring her pleasure anymore. No matter the choice she made, Ino’s happiness was sacrificed.
“Konan?” Ino whispered after several minutes of silence loomed between them.
Konan looked away from the road and into the rearview mirror for a few seconds to stare at her employer. “Yes Miss Yamanaka?” Her deep navy eyes focused on the road again as she drove on.
Staring at the back of Konan’s uniquely dyed neck-length blue hair, Ino swallowed lightly and continued. “What would you do if you were me? Sai and I had another fight and it’s stressing me out. I hate my job—that’s stressing me out, too. I’m not happy anymore and I don’t know how to fix it.” Wistful blue eyes stared down at her lap and Ino’s vision focused on her perfectly oval-shaped, French manicured nails with her hands neatly folded in her lap.
Konan was one of the very few people who knew about Ino’s chaos, even if the woman didn’t know everything that was upsetting the young model. So Ino trusted her whenever she asked her driver for advice about her life and her relationship.
Allowing herself to smirk at her correct assumption, Konan told herself, I practically read your mind. Clearing her throat before speaking, the driver answered honestly. “I would do what makes me happy.”
“You’re always simple and on to the point.” Ino rolled her eyes and grinned at Konan’s answer.
“It doesn’t make sense to be any other way. Life’s much easier when you focus on you.”
Nodding in agreement, Ino looked out the window and mentally counted every lamppost they rode past that lit the streets of Konoha. “And it makes sense. But acquiring happiness isn’t as easy as talking about it.”
“No it’s not.” Konan nodded. “But I would imagine it’s even more difficult to carry around heavy burdens while making everyone else around you happy and you’re living in pain. Something’s gotta give—their comfort or your joy. Whatever it is you decide, don’t complain about your decision because obviously you felt it was best.”
Wrinkling her brows in misunderstanding, Ino took her eyes off the lampposts and faced the back of Konan’s head again. “Wait! What’s that supposed to mean?”
Konan’s stoic expression remained on her face as she cleared the confusion her employer had. “It means, whether you choose your happiness or someone else’s, don’t gripe about it because it was a decision you chose to make. If you believe everyone else around you should remain in their comfort zone while you’re suffering, then live with it. If you’re fed up with your life and the people around you aren’t trying to make it better, stop complaining and do something to change it. Again whatever you decide, it’s on you and you don’t have a right to get upset about it because it was a decision you chose to make.”
Slowly nodding in understanding, Ino smiled bitterly before responding to the older woman. “Again, always simple and on to the point.”
Konan refrained from replying and instead drove on silently while Ino mulled over their conversation.
*****
Standing barefoot in a grassy, secluded area near Konoha Elementary in the middle of the night, Ino held her clutch and pumps and looked down into the dark running water of the creek beneath her. She remembered the times when she and all her friends used to play ninja as children in this very same area.
The model chuckled lightly thinking about all of her friends throwing cardboard shuriken at each other as they ran throughout the field to avoid getting hit. It was also the same area where she befriended Sakura after a group of girls were bullying her about her forehead. Together they picked flowers and Ino complimented Sakura about how pretty she was and to ignore the negative talk from others.
It was also the same area where Sakura broke off their friendship over the guy they liked, and a few short years later Ino repaired it.
“A lot happened here. Life was so much easier back then.” Ino spoke to herself. She turned around to look at her parked car where Konan sat in the front seat keeping watch over her. Konan offered to accompany Ino but the model declined because she wanted to be alone.
Facing away from the car Ino looked past the thick trees surrounding the grassy space and into the starless sky. “If I could take it all back I would. I just want to start over again.”
“Talking to yourself, Barbie?”
Ino’s ears perked at the sound of a male voice behind her and in an instant she turned around and hit the guy in his face with one of her stilettos. “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” Her heart drummed wildly in her chest and adrenaline coursed throughout her body. She wasn’t afraid of the man who was now cradling his bruised face because of her knowledge of martial arts. She was prepared to fight for her life and she instructed Konan to alert the authorities just in case something happened.
“Got damn, Ino! Even after all these years your punches still hurt like hell!” The voice barked at her.
Gasping in shock when she recognized the familiar male voice, Ino cried, “Kiba? Kiba what are you doing here?” She dropped her shoes and purse and stood in front of him to try her best to examine the damage she caused to his face. “Don’t you know it’s not wise to sneak up on a lady? Especially in the middle of the night?”
Righting himself, Kiba shoved Ino away from him and told her, “I’m alright. It just hurts but I’m good.” Examining the immaculately dressed woman in front of him he asked, “Hey, why are you out here? I thought you were supposed to be with your boyfriend right now or some shit.”
Picking up her items, Ino turned around to look at the creek again so he wouldn’t see the look of embarrassment on her face. Albeit annoying most of the times, Kiba was extremely perceptive when it came to reading people’s emotions and Ino didn’t want to deal with the conversation about why she wasn’t with Sai instead of a grassy field in the middle of the night.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Approaching Ino from behind, Kiba wrapped his arms around her waist and playfully rocked the model from side-to-side while ignoring the scent of her perfume from their lunch date filling his nostrils again. Damn whatever she’s wearin’ it smells good!
“Aw c’mon, Barbie! You can tell me. We can talk about it ov’r drinks ‘cause it looks like you can use one.”
Laughing at her childhood friend’s playfulness, Ino did her best to pry his arms away from her body but Kiba used his natural strength to hold on.
“Please Ino? Please, please, ple-e-ease…?” Kiba repeated jokingly in her ear. “You look like you need to get drunk anyway.”
“Okay! Okay! Okay!” Ino finally relented after Kiba’s consistent pestering. “I’ll go with you!” She managed to get out between fits of giggles.
Konan saw the commotion between the pair and exited the vehicle to confront the stranger for harassing her employer.
Listening to the sound of footsteps in the grass approaching them from behind, the pair turned around to face the driver. Ino smiled at Konan as she stepped away from Kiba, while the latter scowled in Konan’s direction.
“Miss Yamanaka are you alright?” Konan directed her question to Ino but never removed her narrowed gaze from Kiba.
Growling at the lack of acknowledgement from the older woman, Kiba stepped towards her ready for a confrontation but Ino’s extended arm in front of him stops him. Looking at Konan with a nervous smile on her face, Ino said, “Konan everything’s fine. This is Kiba. He’s an old friend of mine I knew since grade school. We were just roughhousing. We’re about to get some drinks so you can take the rest of the night off.”
“Are you sure you’re alright, Miss Yamanaka?” Konan’s gaze on Kiba didn’t waver and Kiba’s death glare on the blue haired driver didn’t falter.
Nodding in response Ino repeated, “Yes Konan I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me. Kiba’s a good person.”
Giving the model a curt nod, Konan spoke. “Alright. Thank you for giving me the night off. I’ll see you again soon.” She turned to around to leave but not before giving Kiba a scathing glance.
Ino smiled but she caught the undertone of Konan’s words. Konan was still worried about Ino’s safety around Kiba so the promise to see her again soon was to ensure that nothing was going to happen to her.
Laughing at the retreating back of the older woman, Kiba flipped her off and called her a “fuckin’ asshole,” which earned a punch to his head from Ino.
“Don’t be rude!” Ino hissed at her friend.

scriptease: Thank you for your critique. It was fair and I agree. I tend to get “wordy” when I write because I like a little “meat” in my stories, but I have difficulty writing what’s relevant and leaving out what’s not. I need to work on that.
Irrelevant question: Did y’all see da video of da Bus Driver an’ da Uppercut Gurl? (In my southern voice) O_O
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