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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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Some of you are still with me? That’s great! Let me start of by saying thank you for your continued interest in my story, and happy New Year! I’ll admit I stalled with this story because I briefly lost the direction for it. Again I have to say this story won’t be long. Probably 7 chapters max. The pacing will go quickly. I guess we’ll see as time prevails.
“…there you were to my surprise…” Mary J. Blige
Chapter Three: Friends
Immediately blinking away his small confrontation with Konan from his mind, Kiba reached for Ino’s free hand to lead her away from the dark, grassy field. “C’mon we can ride Akamaru. I know a good place ‘round here where they serve the best American food in Konoha! And their sake bombs will get ya drunk faster than—”
“Ride Akamaru?” Ino repeated Kiba’s words, interrupting his speech. She stopped walking and asked, “Who’s Akamaru? Do you have a horse or something?” The model raised a quizzical, platinum brow while she looked around the area for the horse in question.
Pausing mid-step, the brunet released Ino’s hand to toss his head back and hysterically shriek with laughter. “Are ya kiddin’ me?” His onyx eyes widened as he faced her with an incredulous stare. “What would I do with a horse in the middle of the fuckin’ city? Akamaru’s right over there!”
Following the direction Kiba pointed, Ino spotted a late model Kawasaki black motorcycle with a painting of a white, growling dog baring his canines on it parked underneath a lamppost.
“That’s Akamaru.”
Ino gave the still-laughing Kiba a narrow-eyed look to hide the silliness she felt when she believed he had a horse. Sucking her teeth, the blonde angrily marched towards the direction of the motorized bike with her fists balled at her sides. She asked sourly, “You named your motorcycle?”
Ignoring her question, Kiba’s eyes focused on the sway of Ino’s hips as she stomped ahead of him to his vehicle. He licked his lips, enjoying the view of her black, mini-halter dress rising and falling with each step she took, teasing him with mouthwatering views of the creamy skin of her upper thighs. For a fleeting second, Kiba wondered if Ino wore any underwear underneath her short garment. A pretty woman like her can get in a lot of trouble with that on, he told himself. And for another fleeting second, Kiba gleefully pictured the man getting Ino into all kinds of mischief tonight was him. The mere thought of having the gorgeous model straddled to his motorcycle, with her perfect body pressed against his while they rode into the night gradually caused his lower anatomy to stir to life.
It would be ludicrous for Kiba to deny his fascination with Ino; she was a breathtakingly stunning woman. He’s always thought Ino was attractive growing up. She was definitely the best-looking girl out of their friends, but seeing her back in town after so many years made his libido awaken. It’s been several months since he bedded a woman and having Ino underneath his body while he skillfully thrust himself inside of her didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Her boyfriend be damned! If Ino was so happy in her relationship, she wouldn’t have been standing outside alone at night mulling by a creek. Kiba was extremely observant when it came to detecting the emotions and the behavior of his friends. And he picked up on that much about her. Maybe that’s what Ino needed too: a good roll in the hay to ease away whatever tension she was going through.
However Kiba knew his attraction was raw, primal desire and nothing more. Ino’s hot and he wanted to fuck. Simple. But it humored him as he visualized Ino’s reaction if she found out about the dirty thoughts running through his perverted mind at the moment. She’d most likely smack him and yell a plethora of insults at him. Oddly enough, picturing her outburst turned him on a little bit more. Deciding to humor her just to have a little fun, Kiba asked in a mildly husky voice, “So do ya wanna ride or what?”
Pausing mid-step again, Ino’s brows quirked and she blinked several times to help her mind process what Kiba just asked her. Ride? She mentally repeated. Ino’s mind flashed for a brief moment as she imagined riding Kiba in her bed and the thought made her cheeks tinged bright pink. Where did that come from, she asked herself.
Turning around, Ino’s aquamarine eyes were met with the dark eyes of Kiba’s. She noticed a playful glint sparkling them underneath the moonlight along with a devilish grin stretching his lips, showing off his canines. Kiba’s grin lifted his cheeks, accentuating the red tribal tattoos on his face, which added to his striking good looks. Her friend’s handsome, rugged features weren’t the only thing that caught Ino’s slight interest.
The model’s dusky shadowed eyelids lowered ever so slightly to inventory Kiba’s attire. His toned body filled out the black cotton tank, and the leather pants and boots gave her childhood friend an appealing, rocker look. Small silver studs pierced his ears, and a silver chain rested just below his collarbone. His thick, dark brown hair was spiked just a tad and it only added to the sensual, dangerous allure that was Kiba. Ino tried her best to ignore the slight bulge in his crotch that made her pink cheeks shade to a bright red. Her face flamed with mortification and the blonde quickly focused her eyes back to Kiba’s face again.
It came from sex deprivation; Ino mentally answered her earlier question. I have to seriously be sex deprived to think Kiba looks good, even if it’s true. “Um,” she swallowed heavily and cleared her throat before speaking. “Ride…?” Ino squeaked in a confused haze of momentary lust. Shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth, Ino cursed herself for croaking like the high school’s chemistry nerd asking the basketball cheerleader out for a date.
Ino’s various expressions of confusion, arousal, and embarrassment weren’t lost on Kiba. He was amused by it all. He took pride in throwing the usually poised Ino off her throne. The various emotions she was going through at the moment let him know he managed to get under her skin.
“Yeah. As in ride Akamaru?” He pointed at his Kawasaki bike again. “Or did ya think I was talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else?”
Opening her eyes, Ino rolled them at her friend and huffed when he wiggled his brows teasingly at her. “Shut up, Inuzuka,” Ino blushed. Continuing her trail to the motorcycle, Ino noticed Kiba walking next to her and ignored the enticing aroma of his cologne wafting in her nostrils. The smell of the fragrance made her stomach gently flutter and the apex of her thighs clench. I’m horny right now and if I don’t get away from here, I’m going to push Kiba down on the grass and fuck him out in the open!
The rational part of her mind was telling Ino even daydreaming about fucking Kiba was wrong. But she kicked logic to the curb where the Kawasaki rested. While she knew sleeping with another man outside of her relationship was unethical, strangely the thought didn’t bother her like she assumed it would. It was a bit unnerving to know if Kiba played his cards right tonight, Ino would be tangled in his bed sheets by morning.
No! No! No! The model shook her head in an attempt to rescue her trapped mind from the dark, sordid gutter it was determined to rest in. Kiba and I are just flirting! There’s nothing wrong with harmless flirting! Flirting isn’t cheating, she assured herself. If he tries to make a move on me, I’ll just kick him in the nuts and run like hell! Yeah, that’ll work!
With her instant arousal now wavering and common sense returning to her being, Ino’s newfound resolve to ward Kiba’s potential advances from her made her feel… normal again. I can’t believe I almost let a quick state of lust nearly ruin my relationship with Sai! Me and Kiba? Ha! As if!
Not realizing the mental turmoil Ino was dealing with about him, Kiba noticed out of the corner of his eyes her platinum ringlets moving as she briskly shook her head. Not bothering to ask his friend what was wrong, they approached his vehicle and thankfully Kiba felt his slightly engorged member become flaccid again.
Looking at the motorcycle suspiciously the model reached forward to massage the soft brown leather seat and kneeled down to finger the outline of the dog painting. Again Kiba just stood in silence and watched as Ino admired his prized possession.
Ino beamed at her reflection in the polished, chrome wheels and gasped softly at the beauty of the riveting vehicle. Wow! This is nice! Her aquamarine eyes filled with worry as they widened at the site of the chrome pipes jutting out from the bottom of the motorcycle. Fear chilled her veins and she wondered if it would be a smart move to ride such a dangerous vehicle. Maybe I should give Konan a quick call, the cogent part of her mind obviously protested against straddling the machine and allowing the wild and ever-daring Kiba to guide them to their destination. Riding with her may save my life.
“Is it safe? I never rode one before.” Ino spoke as she stood and looked Kiba in his eyes.
Taking one of the two helmets from the handlebars, Kiba extended it towards his friend and asked, “Do ya trust me?”
Rolling her eyes and grinning at Kiba, Ino slipped into her shoes, placed her clutch on the seat, took the proffered helmet and answered the brunet’s question with a snarky comeback. “Do I have a choice?”
“Just relax, Barbie.” Kiba leaned his face towards Ino’s and flirtatiously winked at her. “I promise you’re gonna enjoy the ride.”
Ino flushed at hearing his words and she imagined they held a double meaning. A shiver traveled down her spine and gooseflesh prickled all over her skin. Calm yourself, Ino. Kiba’s just messing with you. The model reassured herself. Don’t take him seriously. “Okay. Just promise me I won’t get hurt on this thing.”
“Just hold on tight.”
Handing the helmet back to Kiba, Ino carefully inspected the motorcycle seat and looked down at her short, halter dress. Looking back up at Kiba, her brows furrowed with worry when she realized the predicament she was currently in. “Um, Kiba? How am I supposed to get on this… thing? I’m wearing a dress!”
“So? Get on!” Kiba countered. “No one told ya to put that shit on!”
Scoffing at his idea that she mount a motorcycle in public while wearing a short dress, Ino fired back with equal vigor. “You fucking perv! No way I’m getting on this thing! Not until you turn around!”
Baring his canines at the feisty blonde standing in front of him, Kiba argued with his childhood friend. “Forget it! I’m not turnin’ ‘round! Ya have nothin’ under that dress the whole world hasn’t seen anyway! Why ya trippin’ now?”
Hearing Kiba’s words made Ino’s face turn bright pink for the second time that evening. Her skin heated as her patience with the argumentative male standing before her quickly slipped. While it was true she’s modeled swimsuits, lingerie, and even nude (tasteful nude!), just the thought of flashing Kiba as she straddled his motorcycle made her gut wrench. This was different from work. There was a sexual chemistry building between the two fiery adults Ino was trying everything in her power to ignore. She didn’t want to give Kiba the impression that she was the type of woman who’d flash any man at any given chance.
She opened her mouth to shout back at Kiba, who was currently grinning at her dilemma. However a better idea entered Ino’s mind. Quarrelling with the brunet would get them nowhere. Both could shout for days on end and neither would give in until the other gave in first. So the blonde tried a different approach to the situation.
“Ahem,” clearing her throat Ino batted her eyelashes and spoke in a calm, sweet, feminine voice. “Kiba. I’m giving you till the count of five to turn your ass around so I can get on this thing. 1…” she began to count.
Leaning close to Ino until their foreheads touched, Kiba mocked Ino’s calm voice with his smooth, raspy tone. “Barbie. Ya can count till five hundred and it still won’t make a difference. I’m not turnin’ around. So,” tilting his head to the right, the brunet purposefully eyed Ino’s hips before saying, “get’cha cute, little ass on Akamaru so we can go.”
“Ooh! Why… why do you have to be so… so difficult, Inuzuka!” Ino balled her fists and hollered at the top of her lungs. Under normal circumstances she would’ve blushed at his compliment, but Kiba was being excessively annoying tonight so she ignored it. “I’m not the one holding us up! You are mister! If you’d only do as I say we could’ve been there by now!”
Sucking his teeth at the audacity of his friend, Kiba told her, “Tch! You’re the one holdin’ us up! Just get on dammit!” Shaking his head from side-to-side to scan the deserted area he said, “Ya don’t see no one around, do ya? So what’s your problem huh?”
You’re my problem! Ino wanted to shout but wisely chose to keep quiet. Rolling her eyes, the blonde finally relented and puffed out air from her cheeks exasperatedly. “Fine Kiba! I’ll get on your stupid bike!” Wagging her finger in his face, she warned him in an icy tone through clenched teeth, “Tell anyone, and I mean anyone about this and I’ll kill you.”
Releasing full-bellied guffaws as he mentally cheered at his victory over her, Kiba said, “Sorry but I can’t make that promise, Barbie.”
Again Ino chose to ignore his words and his focused, black eyes on her bare legs. Feeling nervous and slightly thrilled about flashing her robust friend, Ino shrugged and muttered, “What the hell?” Without a second thought she reached for her clutch and shamelessly climbed on the motorized bike until she was comfortably settled in the seat.
Tucking her clutch under her arm, Ino lifted her chin in the air and gave her friend a knowing smirk. With a raise of her brow she asked, “Happy now, Inuzuka?”
The quick flash of deep purple underneath her dress didn’t go unnoticed from Kiba and the sight caused beads of perspiration to form on his brow. His heart raced with the image of her violet thong ingrained in his mind and he momentarily imagined ripping the delicate scrap of fabric from her body just to see the pink flesh hidden beneath it.
On the surface his countenance showed a man who was composed and collected. However on the inside Kiba’s hormones were rampant and he had to mentally picture Naruto in a dress just to calm down. Down boy, Kiba scolded himself.
Clearing his mind, Kiba helped fasten the helmet on Ino’s head, mentally taking note to how soft her curls were underneath his fingers as he tucked the strands away, and answered her question with a sensual grin. “What’ll make me happier if ya decided to flash it all.”
Narrowing her eyes behind the dark visor of the helmet, Ino muttered at her perverted friend, “Don’t get punched. You’re pushing your luck Inuzuka. You’re lucky you saw what little I was kind enough to grace you with.”
“Heh,” the brunet retorted. “Twenty-two years old and ya still wearin’ purple panties.”
“It’s my favorite color!” Ino fumed from inside her helmet.
Ignoring the fiery platinum blonde, Kiba mounted his bike and clasped his helmet on his head. Revving his engine, Kiba heard Ino gasp at the loud sound and smirked when she circled her arms around him and pressed her chest against his back for safety.
“Feh,” he snorted as the model squeezed her body closer to his for maximum comfort. “Darlin’, ya don’t have nothin’ to worry ‘bout. I’ll get ya there in one piece.”
Ino timidly mumbled from behind him. “Okay.”
Taking his cue, Kiba pressed his foot on the pedal and sped away into the night with Ino inching closer to him while she tried to make their bodies join as one.
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Kiba sat across from Ino and watched in pure fascination while she inhaled her second cheeseburger! All of his life the blonde woman would be careful not to consume anything that would negatively affect her weight. She made sure to only eat vegetables, baked fish during occasions, and drank nothing but green tea and spring water. Ask Ino for her reason to constantly diet: I want to look good for as long as I can! Tonight the model managed to surprise him as she licked her fingers clean of the juices from the grilled beef patty and special sauce.
“Damn Ino! Yer gonna bite ya fuckin’ fingers off if ya keep eatin’ like that!” The brunet scolded her. His right eye twitched when he noticed some of the special sauce was messily smeared across her lips and chin. She still managed to look cute, but it was weird watching his body-conscious friend eat her second cheeseburger without a single care. Kiba found the entire scene humorous and disgusting at the same time. He tossed her a few napkins so she could clean herself.
Ino’s ears perked at the sound of Kiba’s raspy voice. She dropped her burger mid-bite and blinked confusingly at the brunet. Shaking her head to free her mind from her mild trance, Ino picked up a few napkins and wiped her mouth and fingers. Gulping her sake bomb, she exhaled loudly and slouched lazily in her chair. Grinning at Kiba she told him, “You were right! That’s probably the best cheeseburger I ever had in my life!”
Together Ino and Kiba sat in a small, dimly lit sports bar on the outskirts of Konoha were they served a variety of American food. Only a few people were scattered throughout the establishment and Ino was thankful because nobody recognized her. Or if they did, they respected her privacy by not bothering her. Kiba ordered steak and eggs, while Ino surprised him by ordering two cheeseburgers and fries. Four sake bombs were on the table (two for Kiba and two for Ino); two of the mugs were already emptied.
Following suit, Kiba also relaxed in his seat to stare quizzically at his friend. Lifting a curious dark eyebrow he stated, “I thought models weren’t allowed to eat…” His voice trailed off, “anything.”
Chuckling dryly at his joke, Ino’s aquamarine eyes sparkled when she leaned forward and placed both her elbows on the table. And again Ino surprised Kiba by showcasing her ill table manners. The Ino he grew up with took careful pride in being a proper lady. That meant always eating her food neatly and keeping her arms in her lap. Aside from the times she would scold Choji for his lack of table etiquette, Ino kept up with the rules she set for herself. Tonight everything changed. She managed to sloppily polish off two fattening cheeseburgers, empty two mugs of sake bombs, and casually rested her elbows on the table.
Nevertheless Kiba wasn’t complaining. The change in Ino made her appear more down-to-earth. More human and laid-back. He relished seeing Ino like this. He didn’t know if it was the food or sake bombs that brought about this temporary change in her at the moment but tonight he was going to enjoy it.
Resting her chin in her palm, the model grinned at him and asked, “Can I tell you a secret?” Not bothering to wait for a response, she continued. “Sometimes Kiba, all I want is a got damned cheeseburger. So thank you.”
Kiba’s eyes widened in pure shock and for the fourth time tonight Ino managed to get underneath his skin. Where is this coming from? He wondered. Straightening in his chair, the brunet narrowed his eyes at her and asked, “So what of it? Why are ya tellin’ me this?”
Ino righted herself in her seat and rolled her eyes at the memories of being reprimanded by Ebisu and other industry officials for requesting to eat certain things every now and then. While she made sure to cautiously watch her figure, which meant exercising daily and eating healthy, at times Ino found herself craving just for little unhealthy things every now and then.
“Do you want to get fat and end your career?” She recalled Ebisu hollering at her when she was only eighteen when she asked for a small bag of Skittles.
Lowering her head, Ino sulked and replied with a gentle, “no”.
After that Ino didn’t try to request anything that might be a determent to her health until one day in New York when she was nineteen and she was chosen as the leading model for a major design house. To celebrate on securing the contract they hosted a white party in the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel where all of the fashion and entertainment’s elite were present. Chocolate covered strawberries, gourmet cheese, wine and cake was being served. Servers dressed in barely-there attire passed around pure cocaine as white as the freshly fallen snow on the Swiss Alps on glimmering silver platters.
Ino watched in horror and mild interest as guests everywhere were inhaling the illegal drug through crisp, rolled bills so casually and carelessly. Her hands trembled with the slice of cake she was eating as she continued to look on. Oh my gosh! I-I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Why are they…
One thing led to another that night and Ino found herself slouched like a wet dishrag over the sofa, eyes glassy staring at the stark white ceiling. She was high, and she loved the feeling even though deep down she knew it was wrong. She allowed the CEO of the design house as well as other models coax her into snorting cocaine.
“It’ll keep you skinny,” one said.
“And it helps you cope with the stress of this business,” another one told her.
While her conscious ate away at her core, telling her what she was doing was dishonorable, Ino’s mind hovered above the room looking down at her splayed body on the white leather, contemporary sofa. And her only thought was: I just want a got damned cheeseburger. Thankfully that was her one and only experience with the illegal powder and since then Ino hasn’t touched it.
Listening to the sound of snapping fingers brought Ino’s mind back to the present. She gasped and looked at Kiba in mild surprise.
“Hello? Earth to Yamanaka! I was talkin’ to ya! I was askin’ ya why did ya say ya wanted a cheeseburger?” Catching on to her mind’s state, Kiba wondered aloud, “Does it have somethin’ to do with ya career? Ya been actin’ weird since ya got here. What’s goin’ on with ya?”
Clearing her throat, the model blinked several times before carefully choosing her next words. “Kiba, what I’m about to tell you is strictly between us. It doesn’t leave this table.”
Noting the look of seriousness on her face, Kiba swallowed thickly and nodded. “Okay Ino. It’ll just be between us and no one else. So shoot.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ino’s aquamarine eyes locked on Kiba’s black ones and she stated simply, “I hate my career and my life. I want out. I want my life to be normal again.”

This chapter moved kind of slow, but should any really complain because it was filled with 100% KibaIno! I hope you all enjoyed it! I apologize for the grammatical errors. I don’t have a beta reader.
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