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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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Oh my gosh! I’m so thrilled Kishimoto gave us a bit of KibaIno in chapter 616! WARNING: Drug use is mentioned.

“I wanna say thank you for being in my life…” Ashanti
Chapter Four: Trust
Waves of confusion washed over Kiba’s rugged features. He blinked several times and perked his ears to make sure he heard Ino correctly. “What? What was that, Ino? What are ya sayin’?”
Releasing a deep sigh, Ino rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth at her friend sitting across from her. She hated repeating herself and Kiba knew it. He always prided himself on his exceptional hearing, so Ino knew he heard her perfectly the first time. He was simply being his usual annoying self. “Exactly that, Inuzuka,” she stated matter-of-factly. “I hate my job and I feel like my life’s at a stand-still. I just… I just…” the model’s voice trailed off and she locked her aquamarine eyes on an old model television mounted on a wall showcasing the highlights of a basketball game.
Many seconds passed by and silence loomed between the pair like a thick blanket of fog covering a city. When Kiba didn’t prod her on Ino laid her eyes on him again. Blinking away unshed tears she looked at him and wistfully spoke. “I never thought I’d say this but I miss the old days. I miss how simple it used to be. Y’know? Just us running around without a care in the world, having fun and enjoying life. I yearn for those times again.”
Paying careful attention to the seriousness of Ino’s expression and the forlorn tone of her voice, Kiba wisely kept his usual sarcastic remarks to himself. Right now he wasn’t going to be an ass. His companion was obviously looking for compassion and he was going to deliver it to her.
How Kiba was going to be the compassionate friend Ino needed at the moment was lost on his psyche.
Displaying empathy was never one of Kiba’s strongest suits. Whenever people came to him for support he always made sure to deliver the brutal, honest truth without an ounce of tact or regard for that person’s feelings. The brunet constantly told himself he was doing people a favor by not lying to them. He always believed the cold, hard truth would toughen them up and they would thank him for it in the long run. Not that he cared how they took his blunt advice one way or the other.
But the way Ino was looking at him right now with sad, glistening eyes and her usual cheerful voice laced with heavy emotion tugged at his heart strings. Whatever demons she was battling inside were truly affecting her. One minute she was happy and boisterous. Now the blonde looked like she would break down at any given minute. Kiba didn’t know what to do, so he—as usual—spoke the truth.
“We all feel that way sometimes but we grow up and shit changes. That’s life. It happens to everybody.”
Nodding silently, Ino mentally agreed but her gaze on him never wavered. “I should be happy, Kiba. I have a career little girls and women everywhere only dream about. The things I accomplished should bring me more than enough contentment.”
Kiba kept a keen eye on Ino while she spoke. He made mental notes of every expression her face displayed. He wanted to mentally gauge what she was feeling so he could respond better as she confided in him.
“…but?” Kiba impatiently questioned her with a lift of his brow.
Chuckling sardonically, Ino rolled her eyes and grinned since she initially decided to tell Kiba some of her deepest insecurities. “Perceptive as usual,” Ino said. Not bothering to wait for a reply she continued. “But the things I’ve done to get to where I am today I’m not proud of. The fashion industry is very cutthroat. It’s an extremely competitive game and only the most devious players survive.”
“So I’m guessin’ nice girls finish last?”
Giving Kiba an incredulous stare, Ino laughed without humor. “Baby, nice girls don’t get in the door. When I say the industry is a game and only the most devious players survive, I mean that literally—not figuratively.”
Leaning closer to the table to get a good look at his childhood friend, Kiba noticed the look of mild apprehension and concluded Ino was nervous. He imagined she was beginning to dread where this conversation was heading and perhaps regretted mentioning it in the first place. So what? It’s her own fault! Kiba told himself. If Barbie didn’t want to talk about it then she shouldn’t have brought it up! Now I’m determined to get to the bottom of this!
“And what role do you play in the game of modeling, Ino?” The brunet probed, “ ‘cause I see ya ass everywhere. Billboards, magazines, design ads,” he snorted, “hell even a few music videos. So what did you do to get to where you are?”
Ino narrowed her eyes at Kiba and fingered her chin to study him. Given the nature of his questions, she wanted to tell herself he was patronizing her because there was a condescending note in his voice. However Ino knew Kiba better than that. He was keenly observant, frank, and unsympathetic. It pains her to admit it, but that’s why she chose Kiba to talk about the burdens weighing heavily in her mind. She needed someone like him who would give her raw, unfiltered truth and yet, at the same time wouldn’t make excuses for the sinful actions she’s committed either.
Since I started this conversation, I might as well get it all out in the open tonight. Taking a deep breath, Ino relaxed her muscles and got comfortable in her chair. She gave Kiba a hooded expression before answering his question with one of her own. “I think the more accurate question is who did I do to get to where I am?”
And in 3… 2… 1… Right on cue Kiba’s jaw separated from his face and his eyes widened to stare disbelievingly at his childhood friend. Ino didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the brunet’s abrupt silence. Just like I expected, Ino smirked at him.
“Wait. Lemme get this straight.” Kiba found his voice again and spoke carefully at the model sitting across from him. “Ya actually slept—as in had sex—with people in the industry just to get ahead in yer own career?”
Reaching for one of his untouched sake bombs, Ino placed the mug to her glossed lips and allowed the beverage to quench her suddenly parched throat. Nodding, she set the mug down and answered simply “yes.”
Scrunching his brows together, Kiba scowled in her direction and wondered aloud, “What for? Why did ya feel the need to stoop so low?”
Giving him a nonchalant shrug, Ino calmly retorted, “That’s just how it is, Kiba. No model makes it far in the game based on her looks alone. And that’s actually the better part of being in the industry. You sleep with certain people to secure nearly impossible contracts.
“People say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but I’ve learned that’s not true.” Ino took another swig of Kiba’s alcohol before continuing. “The quickest way to hell is to be selfish in your endeavors. My intentions were never good. I was only concerned about being at the top—being the best in my field. And I played whoever got in my way, whether I had to fuck certain CEOs to elevate my way to the top of the industry ladder or eradicate models if I saw them as competition.”
Ino’s eyes lowered in shame when she saw Kiba literally blanch at the word ‘eradicate’. Nervousness made her temperature rise, heart beat wildly against her ribcage and beads of sweat dampened the back of her neck. Nearly every time Ino closed her eyes and thought about her career, that model’s face and body flashed in Ino’s mind. I’ll never forget that night, Ino sadly told herself.
“What do ya mean ‘eradicate’?” Kiba asked slowly and evenly. His ears perked again when he heard Ino’s voice speak once more. Only this time her voice softened, just above a whisper.
Here goes nothing, Ino dully mustered the courage to speak about the incident that changed her life forever and made her want to quit modeling.
“You’re familiar with the term ‘white party’ the media uses whenever celebrities dress in all white and attend exclusive gatherings?” Expecting Kiba’s look of confusion, Ino pushed on with her story. “Well just so you know that’s actually a code for a cocaine party.” The model grinned sourly, watching Kiba’s face contort in surprise while he gasped, “Get out!”
“Yes it’s true. That’s one of the thousands of industry secrets you now know about, Inuzuka.” Ino knew what question Kiba was about to ask next, so she answered him before he could ask it. “I dabbled in it once.” Ino no longer saw Kiba sitting in front of her. A pixel blob now occupied his chair and it made it easier for the blonde to continue with her story. She didn’t have to witness anymore emotions scrunching his rugged, handsome face for the time being. “But it was only that one time, although I can’t sit here and lie and say I didn’t enjoy my short-lived experience with it. I just didn’t continue using it because I knew it was wrong.”
Ino snorted at the irony of what she just said.
“Well a few months ago I was at one of those cocaine parties in Los Angeles. I was competing with another model for a contract with one of the biggest design houses on the planet. Only one of us could be the main face for the company, and I wanted the job more than I wanted my next breath.”
Kiba’s face remained stoic and his chest rose gently as he breathed evenly. However on the inside his blood was boiling with everything Ino told him so far. While he felt honored she confided in him about something so personal, a part of him began to look down on his childhood friend. It’s true that Ino was always high-spirited and outgoing, he’d never imagine in a trillion years she would resort to using sex and drugs just to get ahead in life. What the fuck happened to ya, Ino?
“I’m only twenty-two and some of the people who worked for the design house were at the party. They were ready to write me off as an old maid.” Ino kept speaking as she looked past Kiba. “The model they wanted was cute. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but she had unique features that made her a shoo-in for the contract.
“Her hair was long, thick and jet-black. The tips touched the backs of her knees. Her eyes were like midnight, dark, endless, beautiful. Her body wasn’t curvy or anything, but she had the perfect physique, just the body type the company was looking for to use for their advertisements.
“They told me my blue-eyed, blonde bombshell look was old-fashioned. They said I was beautiful but they were seeking something different. And she had something else I didn’t have—youth, even though I didn’t know it at the time.”
This time the tears Ino held back gradually slid down her cheeks with the droplets soaking through the fabric of her halter dress. She didn’t bother trying to swipe them away because in a few minutes there would be a downpour of them.
“My body reacted faster than my mind could stop it. I reached for two glasses of champagne and secretly laced one with powered ecstasy I kept on me. I used it on occasion whenever I went to parties. It helps me relax and it gets me… ready… to do whatever is necessary to get the job I want.
“No one saw me. The model was in the bathroom and I stood outside the door waiting for her. It felt like forever but eventually she came out. I offered her the spiked champagne, gave her a smile and told her may the best woman win.
“She looked at me and gave me a malicious grin and said ‘I already won’. I watched her drink her tainted champagne until her glass was empty and I was ecstatic she did.
“My plan was to get her high enough so she’d make a fool of herself in front of everyone. The design house wouldn’t hire her, they’ll hire me instead.” Ino paused and blinked until Kiba returned to her vision. Surprisingly his demeanor was calm. He didn’t appear upset with her story—yet. Nevertheless Ino was thankful her friend was able to hold his own and gave her the space she needed to finish her story before interrogating her.
“I dunno, maybe five or ten minutes flew by before something went horribly wrong. Everyone was gathered in the living room of the luxury hotel suite. I was smoking a joint and drinking another glass of champagne. And before I knew it, the model whose drink I spiked started convulsing. She started to shake really, really bad… and um…” Ino’s chest tightened and more tears fell from her eyes in quick streams down her cheeks. “…she-she fell on the floor and trembled. Her limbs were flailing around like they didn’t have bones, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. And as quick as she started, she stopped. I remember a woman yelling to call 911. Another man kneeled beside her to check her heart. He told everyone there her heart stopped beating.
“I threw up after hearing that. I didn’t want her death on my conscience even though I knew I was responsible. But it seemed someone or something was on my side that night. The man performed CPR on her and was able to revive her in time for the paramedics to arrive. She was checked into the hospital where they found traces of ecstasy and high doses of cocaine in her system. The doctors ruled it as an overdose on recreational drugs.
“The design house didn’t want the bad press of a seventeen-year-old drug addict to interfere with their ad campaign so they nixed her contract and contacted my manager so I could sign with them.
“I got the job, Kiba.” There wasn’t a trace of joy in Ino’s voice. She choked out numerous sobs and covered her face in shame at her admission. The only other person in the world she spoke to about that night was Ebisu who advised her to take a break and visit home. “I almost killed a seventeen-year-old girl, a fucking girl all because I wanted to be a winner in this industry game.
“I-I don’t officially sign the contract until I return to the States. My manager Ebisu felt it would be best for me to return home, relax and catch up with everyone before making one of the biggest decisions of my career. Doing ads for this company would put my career into another stratosphere. I would be at the top and I nearly sacrificed the life of a teenage dreamer just to get it.
“She didn’t look seventeen at the party though. Her hair, makeup and wardrobe were styled to perfection. Her attitude, personality and the overall way she carried herself screamed young woman. She could’ve easily passed for a woman in her mid-twenties.” Ino picked up a clean napkin from the table to blow her nose. Placing the soiled napkin on her plate, she looked down at her lap while bunching her dress in her palms.
“I-I went to visit her in the hospital. I handed her a bouquet of flowers I handpicked myself. She looked so young, frail and innocent Kiba.” Ino still refused to look at her childhood friend out of fear of his reaction. Nevertheless she continued. “She was so naïve. She never once suspected I spiked her drink. The look of joy on her face when she saw me with those flowers tore me inside. She told me I was the only one at that party who came to see her and that made me feel even worse. She even apologized for the way she acted towards me at the party.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ino reached for the mug to down the rest of the sake bomb. Finally wiping the rest of her tears away with the back of her hand she asked, “You must think I’m something special, huh?” Ino had and instant desperation for Kiba’s approval. She didn’t want him to judge and scold her, or worse: abandon their friendship. Even if she deserved every negative thing he was about to spew at her.
The thought of losing Kiba weighed heavily on her heart and it made Ino clutch her chest from the ache. What’s worst Ino now feared Kiba would break their promise and tell the rest of their friends about what she said and they too, would want nothing to do with her after learning of her sordid past. She always cherished her friends, but sitting in the dimly lit, smoke-filled bar across from Kiba made Ino realize just how important they really are. Her father past away while she was shooting a magazine cover in Australia and she never knew her mother, so her friends are all she has left. She couldn’t bear to lose them too.
Ino squeezed her eyes shut and waited for Kiba’s disapproving words to spill from his mouth.
“I think yer very special to admit what ya just did.”
Opening one eye, the blonde looked at her confidant in wonderment. She fully opened both her eyes and stared in shock as the words Kiba said to her rang loudly in her mind. “But-But… I thought… you’re not mad at me Kiba?”
Drumming his fingers on the edge of their table, Kiba slowly shook his head ‘no’ at his friend. He bluntly stated, “I’m not mad at ya, but I am disappointed in ya. I didn’t think you’d be so vain to do wha’cha did. The Ino I grew up with woulda never done somethin’ like that.”
Rolling her eyes Ino admitted, “The industry will turn even the sweetest person into the cruelest monster.”
Kiba continued on, ignoring Ino’s words. “But ya seem to sincerely regret what ya did and now ya wanna get out. So my next question is: what are ya gonna do about it?”
More confusion swept over Ino and she furrowed her eyebrows at his question. What am I gonna do about it? She repeated mentally. I don’t get it. “Explain, Inuzuka,” she told him.
Shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth in annoyance at the model, Kiba slowly spoke, emphasizing each word as they left his mouth. “What… is… your… plan…? Have… you… figured… out… what… yer… gonna… do… to… change… yer… life… or… are… ya… just… gonna… wallow… in… yer… own… self… pity…?”
Feeling her left brow twitching in aggravation at the way Kiba spoke to her like he was talking to a child, Ino seethed. “You don’t have to be a bastard about it Kiba! I didn’t have to tell you anything! The least you could do is show a little bit of emotion!” The model’s words hovered in the air between them and for a quick second Ino thought she made her point until her ears perked when Kiba scoffed at her rant.
“Tch!” Relaxing in his chair again, Kiba folded his arms over his chest and glared at the woman across from him. “I don’t get ya, Ino. Yer life’s fucked up and ya did some fucked up shit, I get that. We all fuck up. Welcome to life. It’s hell for all of us. But to me it seems like ya just wanna have a pity party. Ya say ya hate yer job—change it. Ya say ya wanna start over—then start over. Nobody’s holdin’ ya back but ya.
“Plan ya shit out. Ya here in Konoha for a month, right? Have ya thought about what ya wanna do besides modelin’? If ya still wanna model, fine! But don’t cry and complain if ya find ya ass on ya back for another contract again! Whatever it is ya wanna do Ino, just fuckin’ do it!”
Ino’s glossed lips parted to speak but she discovered her voice was gone. She blinked many times at the man snarling and in that moment realization dawned on her. Kiba gave her the same advice Konan did when they rode together in her car. Except Konan was respectful and tactful, Kiba was blunt and forward. Their deliveries were different, but the overall message was the same: Ino needed to make a decision about her life’s direction. No one else could make it for her.
The blonde swallowed hard and she gave Kiba one of her best smiles. Finding her voice again, Ino spoke with earnest. “Thank you, Kiba. Really, thank you for listening to me. I appreciate it. And you’re right. It’s about time I make some serious life decisions. After all, I can’t keep living in the past if I expect for the future to be different, right?”
“Whoo!” Wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead, Kiba joked and said, “For a minute there I thought ya was gonna slap me silly for what I said.”
Chuckling Ino replied, “Don’t get too comfortable. I probably still will, Inuzuka. But you made me feel so much better. That burden was weighing so heavy on me and just like that,” she snapped her fingers, “it’s not there anymore. You’re a good friend Kiba.”
Hearing Ino’s compliment made Kiba feel a warm comfort inside. He was worried about Ino disregarding his words as an insult to her and storming away from him. They were both very stubborn people and if that scenario happened, Kiba knew he wouldn’t have done anything to stop her. Thankfully Ino knew he only had the best intentions for her life and offered the best advice he could give.
Now that the drama’s over, Kiba told himself, we need to get back to the mood from earlier.
It seemed luck was on the brunet’s side tonight. A mellow R&B tune sounded throughout the bar and Kiba’s black eyes watched closely when Ino stood and swayed her body to the rhythm of the music. He didn’t know if it was his pep talk or the three sake bombs she devoured that caused a sudden change in her mood but he wasn’t going to question it. His dark eyes just focused on the way her short dress flared around her upper thighs every time she moved her hips provocatively to the melody.
Raising her arms over her head, Ino smirked when she looked down at Kiba and whispered, “Dance with me.” Without waiting for a reply, she reached for his hand to guide his body to hers.
Kiba stood behind Ino and linked his fingers with hers. Thrusting his pelvis forward, he slowly grinded his hips into her backside and reveled when she reciprocated by rotating her firm ass against his hardness. He excitedly watched with mild humor as Ino swung her hips from side-to-side and dipped low while using his hands as leverage. He swallowed a moan when she rose again, making sure to rub her bottom against his groin.
Man if this shit keeps up, Ino’s not goin’ home tonight! Kiba told himself. Without Ino saying a word he already knew she was somewhat attracted to him and that made his ego expand. An exceptionally beautiful woman showing interest in him wasn’t anything Kiba wasn’t used to, but Ino was on a totally different plateau from the random broads he bedded from time-to-time.
Not only was she an internationally known celebrity, but most importantly she was a childhood friend. Ino was someone Kiba’s known his entire life. Everything about the soft, supple woman gyrating against his body intrigued him. From her long, thick, flowing platinum hair, to her bright aquamarine eyes, and gentle, kissable lips made every nerve in his body stand at attention. The unique perfume she constantly wore put his senses into overdrive. Feeling her body rhythmically in tune with his made Kiba wonder if they were to make love would this how it would be? Slow and passionate? Their bodies grating, trying to feel every ridge and hard plane of their anatomy? Or maybe Ino was the type who enjoyed a fast and hard fucking? Perhaps she was vocal and relished screaming her lover’s name just so the neighbors will know who’s pleasuring her.
Imagining their limbs tangled in his sheets, their bodies slicked with sweat as they passionately fucked each other through the night forced Kiba to spin Ino around until her chest was pressed against his. He clenched his teeth at the feel of her full breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The perfect mounds of flesh crushing against his muscles only made more blood flow to his groin. His dick expanded and suddenly his pants became excruciatingly uncomfortable to wear.
More of Ino’s intoxicating fragrance assaulted his senses and Kiba swore he could get drunk from her smell alone. The scent mixed with the natural smell that was Ino pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t take it anymore! He had to have her right now! Patience was never Kiba’s strongest virtue and if Ino warded off his advances, he’ll just swallow his pride and blame it on the alcohol. Not that he drank any tonight.
Tangling his fingers in her thick, blonde locks, Kiba forcibly pulled her head back while at the same time he used his free hand to dig his fingers in her backside. Got damn her ass feels good!
Yelping at the unexpected contact, Ino looked in Kiba’s eyes which glistened with mischief. “Kiba!” She hollered although she made no move to remove his groping hand.
“Wha’cha gonna do, Barbie? Smack me?” He taunted her.
Chuckling at him, Ino circled her arms around Kiba’s neck, closed her eyes and inhaled the woodsy smell of his cologne and the unique scent that was Kiba. In the back of her mind she knew it was wrong to be with him right now, letting him feel her up, flirting with him and pretending like she didn’t have a boyfriend waiting for her when she returned home. However none of that mattered. Ino didn’t care if it was the alcohol clouding her judgment or deep inside she really wanted this night with Kiba just to satisfy her curiosity. The only thing she knew is nothing else mattered except the two of them. She’ll deal with the consequences in the morning.
Reaching for the back of his head, Ino tugged on a few strands of Kiba’s thick, brown locks and pushed his head towards hers. Their lips were barely a hair’s breath away and she licked hers in anticipation, eager to find out how they’ll feel against her own.
Rotating her hips against his hardness, Ino left a trail of butterfly kisses along the gentle stubble of Kiba’s beard. She kissed her way down to the hollow of his throat and back up again to nibble on his earlobe. Blowing softly in his ear, Ino whispered, “Let me stay with you tonight.”
Upon listening to those sweet words he’s been waiting all night to hear, Kiba released her hair, slid his hand down her back to cup Ino’s other ass cheek. He pushed her body forward, steadily thrusting their bodies together with their pelvises touching; mimicking on future events sure to come.
“Ooh… Kiba…” Ino’s sweet voice cooed in his ear which only increased his passionate movement of their bodies. “That feels good. I really—”
In an instant Kiba sealed the model’s lips with a lustful kiss that rocked both of them to the core. He firmly massaged his lips against hers and stroked his tongue against her plump, bottom lip. Sampling the flavor of her lip-gloss he pulled back his kiss and murmured, “cherries. Yer lips taste like cherries.”
Moaning quietly at the feel of his large hands kneading the flesh of her ass, Ino replied, “Treat me good tonight Inuzuka, and I’ll let you find out how I taste all over. Now, let’s go back to your place.”

I apologize if this chapter made you uncomfortable. But I did say Ino has some dark secrets. It doesn’t get any darker than this. But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. This should be the only dark chapter in this story. So the worst is already over. Maybe I should’ve handled the KibaIno scene differently. I was half-sleep when I wrote the ending.
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