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Genjutsu Gone Right	By : sandman-nobody Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 159777 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Chapter List
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A/N: Sooo, kinda just forgot to post last months chapter and didn’t realize until I was about to post chapter nine. My bad? Lol ah, enjoy two updates at once if you don’t read over at FF.
MERRY CHRISMAS!!! And happy holidays to everyone. Yes, it’s the day to spend time with your family, open presents and celebrate the fact that the United States has yet to collapse on itself. But, hey, what else is 2018 for? In all seriousness, its been a crazy time and writing this story has been some of best parts of it. Here’s to another year of fanfiction. *raises mug of Coco* now, hurry up and read this smut and get back to your families. I know I need to get to mine. Without any further ado, *bows*.
Tag(s): make out, groping, light petting, public setting.
Girl(s): Ino
Words: 16,029
Beta: Lordsofembercelica
Chapter 8
For what must have been the hundredth time Ino checked her reflection, having twisted and turned every way imaginable and then some to make sure everything was perfect. Once she was sure it was, she smoothed the front of her light summer dress once again, running her hands over her flat trim stomach despite already knowing there were no wrinkles to be found.
The simple yet breezy summer dress had cost a month's allowance, but she loved the form-fitting material. It was slightly tight around her chest thanks to being a size too small, but the tradeoff for how it squeezed the sides and bottoms of her breasts together while pushing them up was well worth it, same with the way it hugged the top swell of her hips.
It was pricy, it restricted her breathing just a little, and she would have to be careful when and where she jumped, not to mention the price of her mother's disapproving glance as she'd stepped out the door not even ten minutes ago, but, it was worth it. She'd managed to slip out before the older woman could stop her, thankfully, but knew she'd be getting an earful as soon as she got back home.
Not that she would hear anything new…
"Ino, a young lady doesn't need to wear such clothing."
"Ino, don't you think you should put on a sweater?"
"Ino, please remember that you are a representation of your clan, as heiress how you behave will reflect on the Yamanaka as a whole."
And her personal favorite from last week, "Ino… just… go change, please."
She'd heard it her whole life, but it was becoming more and more frequent with each passing year to the point it was almost impossible to imagine just how different she was from her mother. The kind, albeit traditional woman her daddy had fallen in love with had a preference for kimonos and folded hair, so it was no mystery why her daughter's choice of clothing that was common among older kunoichi would cause her so much distress. It was almost as though she was even more worried about the clan's appearance than her husband, all the while forgetting just what their line of work entailed. Regardless, the young woman had never allowed her mother's fretting to get in the way of how she lived or the choices she made. Life was short after all and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest.
Smirking at her reflection, she allowed her hands to pause at her hips while she admired herself. The tight upper half was a light shade of purple that could almost pass for a dark blue, playing beautifully against her eyes.
While not quite as noticeable as the Hyūga clan, she was well aware of how the eyes of the Yamanaka tended to stand out, so she always made sure to avoid wearing anything that was light colored. It was almost funny, wearing white or any light colored tended to make them seem unusual, while darker colors gave them an unmistakably seductive appearance.
A much darker royal purple cloth belt cinched the waist, further showing off the curves she was so proud of while the thin straps displayed a fair amount of her slender neck and collar. The neckline was modest enough surprisingly, but the thin stretchy material molded to her curves to show clear definition of the rounded mounds budding from her chest. It might have been expensive, but love is war, and in war your weapons were the most crucial factor in deciding victory or defeat.
Waiting for Naruto outside one of her usual clothing stalls; she'd long since memorized his daily path home from the Hokage tower. So far her strategy of 'accidentally' bumping into him hadn't been very successful, but she'd discovered that he locked his windows and she never had paid too much attention when they taught lock picking in the academy. Likewise draping her naked body across his bed to greet him as he entered or when he woke might have been very tempting, but she wasn't quite that desperate.
Not yet anyways.
She admired herself for another few seconds, winking, flashing her smile, checking the tie holding her ponytail, and anything else she could think of practicing for when her second favorite blond happened by, only for something else to catch her attention. Namely, two pairs of eyes quite obviously trained on her inviting attire.
Just standing there, she was more than aware of the passing glances of boys and men alike as they walked by. But that's all they'd been, passing by with most lacking the confidence or position to approach her for one reason or another. She'd ignored them for the most part, more than used to that kind of thing. After all, she dressed and behaved the way she did for a reason, and though she may not have an oversized forehead she was neither stupid nor was she blind. These two, however, appeared particularly taken, and even seemed to be working up the courage to approach her. Ino thought about it for a moment before turning to meet their gaze.
The two young men looked at her from the corner of the road, grinning at each other and no doubt commenting on what they saw amongst themselves. Casting them an idle glance, she could see they were both reasonably attractive, at least enough to usually get away with such overt ogling with favorable results. Both had soft brown hair and figures that would be considered quite muscular for civilians, so it was easy to see why they were confident. Of course, once they saw they had her attention it only fueled their already over-inflated egos. The duo offered the idle young woman a wave and a grin; casting their lures out so to speak in an all too familiar song and dance.
She thought about it before returning the gesture, barely lifting her arm to wiggle her fingers in their direction. Even that small return was enough to garner a reaction, their already bright smiles widening until it threatened to break their dimpled cheeks. One took a step in her direction only for the other to pull his friend back and steal the lead. Soon their attention was on each other and she could see they were about to argue over just who she'd been greeting. When their eyes turned from her to each other, in a blink the ground where the young kunoichi had been standing suddenly became vacant as she quickly slipped into the crowd without leaving so much as a cloud of dust in her wake.
Whatever words they shared between themselves were brief as they decided to cross the busy street and see just which of them the girl preferred. But when they looked back, the young men stood and merely blinked in the middle of the road as they saw she was nowhere to be found. Each could be seen desperately peering over the substantial flow of people all the while Ino watched them from above, a playful smirk belying the devil underneath her heavenly exterior.
That had been fun, but unfortunately for them; it was all Ino wanted from a pair like those two. Attractive enough to be sure, Ino knew a number of guys like that, and if she were being honest she would admit to having enjoyed that kind of attention at one point in her life. In fact, a week ago she might have welcomed it, talking and flirting with both while they fought over who could impress her more. She might have even tried to get a free outfit and meal out of the afternoon. Yet, attractive as they had been, and as enamored with her as they were, she still found a distinct lack of interest dulling whatever thrill might have existed before.
Curious, but not something she was overly interested in exploring.
To put it simply, they were boring. Their interest in her was shallow, and while it was appreciated Ino already knew she was beautiful. Nowadays, she had attention of a more substantial sort in mind, one that saw more than just her breasts, hips or clan.
Finding a new corner further down the same street, Ino came to a stop, her eyes scanning the crowd for the familiar bright colors she'd come to appreciate. Okay, well, no, she still hated how he dressed both personally and as a shinobi, but at least that damned jumpsuit made it easy to pick him out of a crowd, and that was something she cared about. Unfortunately, her search yielded no results, forcing her to sigh as she waited for him.
She could still remember it; how it felt being held in his arms, the warmth that spread throughout her body just from the look in his eyes. Not from sexual pleasure, although there had been plenty of that too, but rather it was the caring nurturing intimacy that rendered guys like the ones she'd just blown off as hardly more than a blip on her radar now.
Ino's eyes slightly glazed over and a hot blush bloomed beneath her cheeks as she again gazed into the crowd. Her arms instinctively reached up to hug herself in a pale imitation of Naruto's firm grip. A wide smile managed to stretch its way across her face, creating the image of a young woman who'd found the height of joy and happiness.
That was what she wanted, that was what she was looking for. Someone who looked at her like Naruto did towards Sakura, like he would look at her as soon as she managed to steal his attention and affections. Guys who only looked at her body and who only cared about her beauty were a dime a dozen, she would know considering she'd been dealing with them since puberty struck. Compare that to Naruto, who seemed intent on actively ignoring her figure despite her best attempts, and it was clear her future boyfriend was a whole different tier of man. She was still smiling as a fluttering sigh passed through her lips.
Of course, that's not to say he wasn't interested entirely. If that were the case the blonde had some bad news for Sakura. Oh no, she was sure he could see what she was offering and was as tempted as any other male would have been in his shoes. What set him apart was he didn't let that control him or influence his decisions. He didn't allow her apparent beauty to distract him from his feelings for her rival. Staying true to his heart, he only took the occasional appreciative peek when he thought she wasn't looking or wouldn't notice.
Could he be any more adorable?!
She didn't let his rejection of her for Sakura discourage her, however. In fact, it made her want him all the more because it showed just how loyal he was to those he loved. That, and it would make the day she became the person in his heart that much more sweet because of it.
It was funny thinking about it, how she would pass up on boys and men who would worship her while chasing after those like Sasuke and Naruto who ignored her or rejected her. If she didn't know any better she would have thought she was the kind of girl who wanted what she couldn't have.
Which obviously was not true! How could it be when something like that simply didn't exist?
Far from stupid, Ino was a straightforward girl who rarely allowed complications to impact her life. If she wanted something, she worked to get it. If she was unhappy, she did whatever she could to rectify the problem. And if she liked a boy, she went after him, his own feelings or relationship status be damned! Unlike Naruto, she wholeheartedly embraced the emotions she had discovered that day and allowed the warm glow in her chest that was summoned just by the thought of the older blond to suffuse her entire being with a light and fluffy sensation.
He made her happy, as well as annoyed and exasperated but mostly happy. The tender emotions she'd experienced for the first time in his arms that night hadn't lessened in the least. In fact, they might have even grown in the contrast of how….cold she felt in his absence. She knew what it was like to be loved now, and much like Naruto, returning to her old life after understanding what she had been missing was a prospect she would neither allow nor entertain.
She was beautiful, funny, and had both the fashion sense and clan backing to attract any young man with so much as a hint of interest in the opposite sex. Throw in graduating with one of the highest marks in history for the seduction course in the academy and she considered it only a matter of time before the poor boy gave in. She was going to make him forget the name Sakura Haruno had ever existed.
And that was a promise.
A slow smirk quickly overtook the discouraged expression from her cheeks with newfound determination taking root. And as if summoned by her willpower alone, the girl's daydreaming daze was finally cut short as the rare sight of spiky blond hair bobbing up and down in the crowd below was caught out of the corner of her eye.
Snapping to attention, her eyes hardened and a smirk stretched as though she were about to set off on a mission. For what else could she call this than the mission of her very life?
She started and matched his direction and pace, allowing her steps to fall casually as her face settled into a carefree grin. Humming to herself, she made sure to keep her eyes open for his brightly colored attire, catching glimpses of his shorter frame over the heads of children and between shoulders of adults shuffling by. Mentally counting each step, her timing landed with eerie perfection as she managed to 'accidentally' trip, only to find her shoulder landing against another's solid frame. She opened her eyes after swooning dramatically, her expression the picture of innocence as she smiled up at the shocked expression of one Uzumaki Naruto.
He reacted on instinct; large hands outstretched to settle behind her lower back and shoulders to stop her from hitting the ground. Her own arms had swung wide as soon as her center of gravity shifted, allowing her to 'catch herself' against his shoulders, and then quickly adjusted to palm the thick cords of his neck. Settling against his chest, her own jutted forward against him for maximum effect. It wasn't the most graceful tumble, and she could already feel the odd glances and knowing smirks of those watching her little show, but the only reaction she cared about was Naruto's.
"Clumsy me!" she gasped in mock horror, staring up at his wide-eyed surprise. "I'm so sorry about that. But thank goodness you were there to catch me in my time of need!" Despite her apology, the young woman made no move to peel herself from his person. In fact, she pulled him even closer, using her leverage on his neck until she was back on her feet. Her eyelashes fluttered in a blatant display as they stood face to face while Naruto finally managed to collect himself enough to realize what had happened.
"If he thinks he can push me away this time he has another thing coming," Ino internally smirked, her fingers interlocked behind his neck just to be sure while one finger playfully toyed with a lock of blond hair above his nape. Waiting for him to distance himself as he always did, the young woman was surprised to find him making no such gesture.
To her disappointment he didn't hold her closer either, but still it was something. Instead, his hands naturally fell from her back to her hips, a fact that allowed her bursting smile to shift naturally as she gazed at him in surprised delight.
Naruto's attention was a bit more muted than it had been previously, she noted. He still appeared nervous and anxious, but his expression turned towards something Ino had never seen before in her direction.
Curiosity.
Through squinted eyes, he returned her gaze almost as though he was trying to figure something out or make sense of some riddle he'd just been told. The sudden appraisal was enough to send her heart fluttering and yet she did nothing to stop or dissuade him. If he wanted to look at her, she was more than happy to let him.
"You… ‘re kind of weird, huh?" he asked. Though he'd already made that observation back in the academy, this was the first time he had ever voiced it. Not expecting that to come about from his impromptu inspection, Ino faulted for a moment but rebounded with shocking swiftness by letting a delighted giggle chime from her lips.
"I suppose that's one way to compliment a lady," she winked, brushing off the questionable comment and pushing this unexpected opportunity forward. "Although, for future reference you should know that beautiful, incredible, and jaw-droppingly arousing also work." She'd tried to come off as playful and suggestive, but Naruto's face just tilted to the side questioningly.
A slow drop of sweat started on her brow.
"Why do you keep doing this every day?" he asked bluntly. "Like, you know I know that wasn't really an accident, right? I just…don't get you." Blinking, Ino silently realized this was the most he'd voluntarily spoken to her in the entire week that she'd been chasing him. So, rather than being put off by his dull inquires, she was only too happy to answer, her smile returning as she went through the obvious explanation.
"It's for our story!" she chirped, purposefully oblivious to the vacant stare her response was given. She continued to smile through three slow blinks before sighing like the answer would have been obvious to anyone else. "Our story…?" she repeated, "as in, how we got together? I mean, duh, years from now people are going to ask how we fell madly in love, and what makes for a better love story than two random souls colliding in this wide open world, only to feel their hearts connect in a wild explosion of passion!?" Her nostrils flared with emotion as she held up a righteous fist. "It's a fated encounter, the ultimate proof of true love! All the best romance novels start that way."
Meanwhile, Naruto just stared at her, silently wondering if it was too late to back out of this and how he could get away if it wasn't. "Random… fate?" he tried to sound her reason out as though it would suddenly make sense if he did. After a few seconds, he continued, "I don't think that makes sense." Ino's response was fast and sharp as a thrown kunai.
"It doesn't need to make sense, it's romantic!" Naruto would just need to take her word for it.
Ino's glare simmered into a frown as she regarded the boy in front of her. Usually by this point he was either trying to get by her, or just ignoring her completely. She supposed in light of his current amicable behavior she could forgive his complete lack of romantic taste, for now at least. Instead, she decided to find out just what had gotten him into such a receptive mood.
"You're unusually talkative today," she noted before her smile slowly evolved into a smirk as she gestured towards herself in a flaunting motion. "Let me guess, you've finally given up resisting my charms and are here to take me on the date of my dreams," she titillated with a playful wink.
She was giving it her all, though trying to not be too forward or pushy given his previous rejections. In her years of chasing after Sasuke she had learned never to try the same approach twice. She was nothing if not adaptive to the situation. That being said, she was readying her pout for when he turned her down. Instead, Naruto's nervous expression returned, earning a wide-eyed backtrack from the blonde girl.
"Wait, for real?!" her playful tone screeched to a halt. "Yes! The dress was soooo worth it!" she internally squealed for joy! "I-I mean, of course you've given in! No one can resist Ino Yamanaka," she pounced on the opening with a quick laugh that only slightly missed the mark.
Oh god, why was she so nervous all of the sudden? If Naruto noticed the shift in her behavior, he was better at hiding his feelings than she was, dealing with his own uncomfortable blush. She didn't even notice as the hand she had previously held up in a fist was now twirling the end of her long ponytail. For most girls it was a way to tease and flirt, but for her it had always been a nervous tic, one she had worked hard to break since she was little.
"I just think, you know, maybe it wouldn't hurt to get to know you a little better?" He shuffled his feet and didn't look her in the eye as he continued. "All I really know about you is that used to be friends with Sakura-chan and that you're kinda of crazy…" A tick formed on the girl's forehead at that comment, although she did her best to suppress the urge to lash out at him. She did have to take how he'd met her into account after all…and even she had to admit that day had quickly spiraled out of her control. Still, that just meant she needed to show him the real, perfectly reasonable and mentally sound young woman everyone knew her to be.
Somewhere in the village, a lazy young man shivered, feeling an ominous shift in the breeze.
"Then that just means you don't know me at all," she refuted and bit her tongue to stop herself from calling him 'Naruto-kun' recalling how he reacted whenever she had in the past week. Her grip shifted from his neck, releasing him just long enough for her figure to move to his side in favor of facing him. A change Naruto appreciated if the sudden relaxation in his posture was anything to go by. Playing cautiously by his reactions and pulling everything she had learned and observed about him so far together, she took a moment to glance him over from the corner of her vision.
His face still belied a hint of unease as he looked in her direction, but he didn't look ready to bolt. Seduction was a technique in of itself, same as assassination; it just had a different method system. She had spent plenty of time studying and observing her target, and she had finally just managed to get him to let her in under his guard. Now came the most difficult and important step, using the opportunity to instill desire. She had no doubts in her mind or heart that he was the one she loved, she just needed him to realize the same thing. So, while Ino remained the perfect picture of a blissful young woman sliding her cheek against his shoulder, another delightful laugh filled the air as her grip bared down.
"So, what did you have in mind?" she asked. In answer, Naruto just stared at her, slowly realizing that he hadn't actually thought this far ahead.
A fraction of Ino's excitement disappeared and was replaced by disappointment, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She was the one chasing him after all, and she had gone into this expecting to do most of the work. Besides, there were certain advantages to this she could work into her favor.
"You said you wanted to learn more about me, right?" she asked, making sure none of her earlier disappointment showed. Naruto slowly nodded his head, one eyebrow raised cautiously. "Then how about you let me pick where we go first? It's a little late for lunch, but it shouldn't be too long before we can go somewhere for dinner. We could just wonder around, maybe look at some stores. I have a few in mind that might be interesting?" she offered, looking up at him with a small innocent smile.
There was something… conspiratorial in that comment, but Naruto didn't exactly have anything better to offer. He nodded his head while still trying not to focus on the sensation of her breast against his arm. Although… he would be lying if he tried to say they weren't nice. The arm wrapped in Ino's slowly relaxed only to be yanked forward as she pulled him into the flow of people walking towards the village's center.
"Great! I have just the thing in mind," she said quickly before he could change his mind. A boy that was willing to go shopping with her? Um, yes, please! She let her eyes glance towards his bright orange jacket one more time with a narrowed glare of hate.
Although Naruto didn't even notice, completely oblivious in his naturally trusting nature.
He regretted everything.
"Give it."
"No!"
"Giiive it."
"Never!"
"God damn it, Naruto! Just give me your freaking jacket already!"
A clothing story. That was where she'd thought it would be a good idea to bring them. Of all places, why did it have to be clothes shopping? Why did it have to be this? Currently he was backed up against a wall of shopping bags, corned after being literally chased around the small showroom floor. Ino approached him like she would a skittish animal, hands outstretched and each step measuring the tight coil of his muscles prepared to take flight. The only thing more terrifying was the veritable mountain of clothes she had put together in the few minute's he'd been unaware of her plot.
"Why!?" he demanded, skittering back and forth along the wall while looking for any kind of gap in the girl's defense to escape. There wasn't one. "What's wrong with my jacket?! I don't need new clothes!" Ino didn't bother suppressing a sharp scoff.
"Seriously?" she demanded, pausing for a moment to rest her hands on her hips. Well, if he insisted.
"Naruto, that… thing you call a jacket should have been thrown out three years ago! Just look at it!" He did, but only managed to see what he always saw. A really awesome jacket!
Seeing that he'd completely missed her point, Ino continued, "You know what? Fine. If you really can't see it…" she proceeded to use the opening to swallow the final distance between them, grabbing the struggling young man with surprising strength before using one of the techniques she had hoped to save for a more…private occasion to quickly and effortlessly remove the old jacket in a matter of seconds, literally pinning the boy in place with one foot while holding it above her head and out of his reach.
With her free hand, she held out one of its tattered sleeves for all the world to see. "Just look at this thing!" she demanded. Naruto's outstretched arms and cries calmed as he did just that, glaring the entire time. "Naruto, seriously, and I mean this, seriously, how many times have you had to sew this thing up?" she merely gestured to a long line of amateur patch jobs and tears fixed with mismatched thread and what she suspected to be dental floss.
Looking up at her, he sat on the floor with his arms crossed like a petulant child.
"So what?" he demanded, eyes squinting in defiance. "Doesn't mean it's not a great jacket!" Even if it was more patch than original fabric at this point.
She rolled her eyes.
"And the smell?" she challenged. Naruto might not have been the cleanest young man until recently but he still knew better than to go too long without doing the laundry. The problem was, soak fabric in body odor and sweat for long enough and it will start to reek no matter how many times it went through the machine. Ino had to force back a gag just from holding it, sweat and mold all mixed into one wafting against her delicate senses.
"The smell of hard work and determination, you mean!" he corrected. He'd worn that jacket almost his entire life! He'd trained in that jacket! Bleed in that jacket! And now this girl just wanted him to throw it away because it might have turned a little sour?
Almost as though she could hear his every thought, Ino's patience began running lower by the minute.
"Fine! If that's the way you want it, how about the fact that your clothes hardly even fit anymore!" Her finger jutted out dramatically, the tip aimed towards the exposed skin of his ankles and lower shins. This time it was his turn to flinch back, immediately moving to yank the legs of his pants to cover the gap.
She… wasn't wrong. When he'd first gotten his familiar orange outfit it had been laughably large on his ten year old self. But… that had been five years ago. And he’d grown quite a bit since then. Even if he'd learned how to patch holes and tears he couldn't exactly make it bigger than it already was. The older he got, the more of his arms and legs would stick out the ends. The fact that he would need to discard the beloved outfit at some point was obvious, but, maybe that was why he was fighting his date so hard on this matter. Maybe… he'd just hoped to put it off a little bit longer.
"I-I can still manage another month!" he swore, but even as he said that all he had to do was look down and let go of the fabric he'd been trying to stretch. It naturally popped back into place, only proving the blonde's point even more. Rather than answer, Ino just needed to wait for him to realize the truth, eventually letting his head fall to his chest. She clapped her hands with a bright grin at seeing his surrender.
"Well that settles it! Leave it to me, there's no one with a better sense of fashion in the entire village. You already have a great foundation; tan complexion, blond hair, not to mention a great frame," she lingered on that last bit, giggling, "all we need is to find the right way to accent and compliment what you already have. Leave it to me and you'll be more handsome than even Sasuke!" That, at least, got his attention.
He didn't jump up, and he didn't smile. He did, however, allow his head to lift and glance towards the knowing grin set against Ino's elvish features. His eyes narrowed grudgingly. "Better than Sasuke?" he repeated. Ino's grin only widened before she nodded her head quickly.
"Way more," her honey sweet voice promised. "Way, way more." Naruto's expression flinched.
"And… and, it'll still be orange!?" He moved to stand up, getting deliciously close to the girl pinned under his gaze.
"Ummm," she paused, suddenly avoiding his blue eyes. "I suppose it won't hurt for one outfit to have some orange."
Naruto's expression shifted at the drop of a hat.
"What's wrong with orange!? Orange is an awesome color!"
Now meeting his gaze, though indirectly she motioned with one hand towards his jacket, then to his pants. "In moderation, sure, but too much of any color ruins an outfit, especially when it's that…bright," she offered, catching herself before saying anything otherwise insulting. Having just made some ground with him she didn't want to throw it away.
"B-but what about you! Everything you wear is purple!" In his mind the argument was valid, especially since in the last week he had seen her in nearly a dozen different outfits, ranging from sensual to scandalous, but the one thing they all had in common was coming in some shade of purple.
Ino waved his argument off with a shrug. "Well obviously purple is the best color, so that doesn't count. Besides, I told you, you can still have one that has…some orange, so don't worry about it."
"Huh?" he blinked. "Why would anyone need more than one outfit?" He might as well have just stabbed her in the back right then and there. "Um, are you okay?" he felt the need to ask, seeing Ino's stricken expression. She simply shook her head, wiping away a mock tear as she held a hand above her breast.
"I have so much to teach you," was her ominous reply. This time it was Naruto's turn to be afraid, so in true Naruto fashion he dealt with it the way he always did.
By digging himself an even deeper grave.
"But, why? You wear the same clothes every day."
"I do not!" were it not for the sincere expression on his face she would have decked him where he stood for such an insult. She worked hard, and spent a lot of time putting her outfits together, and had done so for years. Which is why not a moment after her bitter retort she found herself so thoroughly confused, at least until he opened his mouth again.
"Yeah you do! You've been wearing the same thing since the last year of the academy!" He might not have paid much attention to her, but even back then he hadn't entirely ignored her all the time…Sakura did miss a few days here and there when she was sick after all.
Running his words over and over looking for something, anything other than what was beyond painfully obvious, she finally gave up when she realized that yes, Naruto, the man she loved, was indeed that stupid.
"...the same OUTFIT you idiot, not the same CLOTHES! I have five matching pairs of that top and skirt!"
"Wait, what?" Naruto's mind came to an abrupt halt as he processed what she had just said. He could understand having half a dozen pair of underwear, and undershirts were actually pretty useful for a lot of things, but… "Why would you waste money buying the same clothes?"
An image of Ino painted on a mirror shattered at hearing such a question.
"BECAUSE I LIKE THAT OUTFIT! There's nothing wrong with having a style or outfit you prefer or stick to, but that doesn't mean you only have ONE of it! Do you seriously think Sasuke wears the same blue shirt and white shorts every day!?"
It was inconceivable, impossible to understand from her standpoint, how someone could actually believe that anyone literally wore the same thing day in and day out. Jackets and coats were something of an exception true, but Naruto had several pairs of the same horrid orange pants that he picked up from some bargain bin sale…at least she hoped he got them from a bargain bin and didn't pay full price.
True to her word, Ino took advantage of Naruto's brief lapse in will, and immediately moved to hand him one of the hundred or so outfits she'd picked out, and then pointed him in the direction of a changing room.
He went inside grumbling the entire way. Just as he went back grumbling after he came out and she gave him another outfit to try on, and another, and another.
It wasn't long before he found himself falling into a cycle of stripping, putting on whatever Ino had picked out for him then walking out to be judged like some kind of show dog. Sometimes it would be met with approval, usually in the form of some over the top swoon, others he barely made it outside the stall before he was met with a stark frown and thumbs down from his date. Regardless of the outcome, he always found a new set placed in his arms before being given a firm shove to his back as he was forced back into the cramped cubical.
A tired sigh fell from Naruto's lips after what must have been the thousandth set of shirt and pants Ino had forced him to try on. Though tiny, even compared to his apartment, it did have a full length mirror set against the side wall where he looked at himself to try and see what the big deal was.
He currently found himself in a getup distantly lacking his favorite color. Although, as far as something without orange went he supposed it was alright. The simple shirt that cost way more than clothes had any right to. Dark blue and made from material that was thinner than his tee-shirts, hugging his chest and shoulders in way that made him want to itch, the entire thing lacked the usual comfort of his loose and worn outfit. The collar bothered him especially, dipping down in a V rather than the normal semicircle, allowing glimpses of his collarbone and muscled pecs.
The pants were much looser, thankfully, although he couldn't help but feel they hugged his ass something awful. He would have sworn they were a size too small, if not for the perfect length and easier fit of the legs than what he normally wore. He wasn't too fond of the button down pockets in place of the zippers and snaps his old pants had, though he did appreciate the belt loops stitched directly into the legs at the thigh and knee. Considering the fact he currently had to wad bandages between his leg and pouch to keep it in place, it was an improvement.
Still, trying to keep track of what Ino actually liked or not was beyond him by this point, so the blond just shrugged at his reflection before turning to face the next round of Ino's gauntlet. At least until when he opened the door and saw her standing there… holding a dress.
Okay, it might be time to draw the line now.
"Ino if you try and put me in that, I think I'm just gonna call it a day." Looking up from the flowery, flowing garb Ino just blinked before amusedly rolling her eyes.
"Ha-ha," was her sarcastic response before throwing the dress on a nearby bench. Naruto was taken aback seeing that she'd changed while he was inside.
The new dress wasn't that much different from what she had been wearing, except that the color, which was white and the collar looped up in a more conservative neck line. Against her pupiless blue eyes and blonde hair it had a pure effect that was almost enough to make Naruto forget about the girl underneath. Then, she told him the best thing he'd heard all day.
"You can relax now," she waved a pitying gesture in his direction, adding "no more clothes." She held up another dress against her body, grinning as though it were Christmas morning. "Well, for you at least." The obnoxious gasp of relief that followed was enough to earn him a dirty look from his date, though Ino just sighed at the over the top display instead.
And people called her dramatic.
"Here you go, just as promised" Naruto's excitement paused intermittently as something brightly colored was thrown in his direction. Catching it midair, he held up another shirt by its collar, only to cheer at seeing a shirt colored almost entirely in bright orange. Ino put on a regretful expression as soon as she watched him put it on. "Let no one say I'm not a woman of my word." But Naruto wasn't even listening.
This new shirt was short sleeved with a line of black buttons running down the center. Shoving his arms through, he left the front open to show the darker shirt underneath. That simple addition appeared to make all the difference as the young man turned and fluffed the flaps for effect. Ino couldn't help but smile at the obvious joy. Hopefully he would enjoy this next part just as much.
"See?" she offered, smiling as she moved in close to smooth the wrinkles along his shoulder and chest. "I told you I do good work." And boy did she, even with that god awful over shirt he still managed to cut an impressive figure. Just goes to show what can happen when you toss aside shapeless, undersized garbage. Naruto just laughed trying to imagine everyone's faces when he was the coolest guy in the room while Ino's eyes twinkled at seeing him turn for a moment, revealing the dark purple Konohagakure insignia emblazoned across the back.
Oblivious to the world around him, he didn't even notice when the girl led him to the bench she'd been sitting on to watch his little runway show. Not until he was being pushed down and felt his butt against the cushion. Looking up, his eyes squinted in confusion to which Ino just giggled in delight.
"Like I said, no more clothes for you, it's my turn model while you get to pick some outfits for me," she winked. He then had to watch as she grabbed two armfuls of various skirts, tops and dresses with practiced ease. Naruto could only blink at the staggering piles she had taken and wonder if his stack had been nearly so large. That's when her words hit him, and exactly what was about to happen dawned on him. He held up a hand and rose part way to try and stop her.
"W-wait! Ah, um," he scratched at his whiskered cheek awkwardly. "I don't really know how much help I can be since you already pointed out we don't exactly have the same taste." He made a point of frowning down at what he was currently wearing but Ino just sighed and looked at him as though she were speaking to a very small child.
"Naruto, you don't need to worry too much about this. I already know how to look good; so your job is going to be easy! Just make sure whenever I walk out that door you say I'm even more beautiful than the last time. See what I mean? You don't have to worry about lying or trying to figure anything out." Leaving a disbelieving Naruto behind, Ino couldn't stop herself from giggling as she disappeared behind the door, even taking an extra minute to look through the crack and wink before closing the door completely. After her display, Naruto could only shake his head and wonder if there really was such a thing as too much confidence, because if there was, he was pretty sure he was on a date with it.
From where he sat waiting outside he could hear the faint sound of someone undressing, although he tried not to dwell on the subject for long. The sound of clothes hitting the floor shouldn't have been so exciting, but there was something about knowing it was a girl on the other side of the door that made teenage boy’s imaginations run wild. Knowing it was Ino only made it even more so. Tapping his foot, he could feel his cheeks warm despite his best attempts.
What followed ended up being… surprisingly, pleasantly...boring. Ino emerged after a few minutes wearing a dark purple halter top with black shorts. It wasn't that the clothes didn't look good on her, far from it in fact. The material was tight enough to show the more than generous swell of her breasts without being so tight that it would have caused trouble. Coming down to just above her naval it showed off her lean figure without showing off too much skin. Even the shorts were tame compared to anything he had seen her in for the last week. All in all her outfit wouldn't have looked out of place or raised eyebrows...well, at least not any more than her normal outfit did.
Just when he was about to speak, she winked and turned, then looked at him from over her shoulder with a wide grin, causing Naruto's face to turn two shades pinker.
From the front it seemed innocent enough, but from the back it was another story entirely. He could see the strips of cloth tied around her neck holding up the top of the top, and wider strips of cloth tied at mid back covering her bra strap...but...that was it. Her back was almost entirely bare, as were a good portion of her sides right below her bust. By the time he found the strength to speak again she was already gone, the door closed behind her with only a melodious giggle and red faced teenage boy in her wake.
It turned out that aside from having switched sides, it was exactly the same as when it had been his turn, only with her coming out wearing a different outfit each time, going through the motions of turning, posing and winking for maximum effect. Some of the outfits were more revealing than others but that really wasn't the point Naruto found, as she hadn't stepped out wearing anything worse than what she'd put on for their 'chance encounters'.
That's not to say he didn't enjoy the more intense moments, even if he did have to put up with Ino's knowing smirks each time she stepped out in something less than modest. The reason being, he quickly discovered the clothes themselves didn't really make that much of an impact. No, what made those instances so intense and so flustering for the poor young man was the girl herself.
Ino… was nice to look at, even if it felt a little strange to say that. She didn't just have good looks though; there was this pleasant energy about her that had a life of its own, and that energy was what he found himself drawn to and affected by most. He could have said that it didn't matter what she was wearing when she came out, but it…did in a certain sense. Rather than the clothes making her look good, it was she who made the clothes look good on her, and what was so amazing was how this energy she possessed was shaped and changed by whatever she was wearing. Like a stage actor wearing a mask, she became whatever she wore.
When she came skipping out in a simple sundress it took the form of an innocent child, and then when she came out wearing something tight and revealing it would take on the form of a seductive temptress. From one extreme to the other and everything in between, whenever the changing room door opened it was like seeing…well…her.
Be it sashaying out wearing something that very nearly showed off her thighs, or calmly striding her way towards him in something you would expect some civilian to be wearing it always looked natural, normal, and perfectly Ino.
Maybe what made it so great was that she enjoyed being looked at even more than Naruto enjoyed looking at her? It was like she was born to be the center of attention, and flourished whenever a pair of eyes was trained on her person. From Naruto especially, finally capturing the boy who'd been avoiding her for a week and seeing him so captured by her beauty, it only encouraged her to do more. To jut out her chest and lean for a better angle, to inch the hem of her skirt just a bit higher, or just to linger a little bit longer before walking back into the changing room. It was less shopping and more like she was giving him a private modeling experience with enough perks to keep him hungry for more.
It's not like he hadn't known she was pretty, but this was the first time Naruto allowed himself to enjoy what she was offering even if it did seem a little shallow. Almost as to correct this moment of indulgence, Naruto used these little moments as a chance to reflect on what he thought of the girl who was in love with him so far.
While she flitted in and out of the changing room, Naruto's attention turned inwards, contemplating what he'd learned about her so far. Albeit, they weren't very far into their date but Ino's personality was one that didn't seem to hold back or hide things.
And that, honestly, in of itself was something to consider.
She was bossy, rude, and made him give up his jacket for an itchy clingy V-neck. But… he never felt like he needed to figure out what she was thinking or how she felt about something. And that was actually kind of… nice. Ino spoke her mind and for better or for worse he hadn't found himself second guessing everything in her presence like he had with Sakura. He wasn't more comfortable around the blonde, but so far it was definitely easier to be around her than his long time crush. If only because he didn't feel like he had to constantly worry about being… enough, or worthy, or more than himself.
Even if shopping wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying himself at least a little bit. Not the shopping part of course, but it was nice to be around someone who actually wanted to be around him. Even his friends in the academy only ever seemed to put up with him, more often than not ignoring him until he did something to catch their attention. Suffice to say, even if he grumbled and complained, today was already going better than he'd expected. And that, more than anything else, had him feeling conflicted. Unfortunately, before he could continue that line of thought, Ino's cheerful voice called out him from over the divider.
The blond looked up, waiting for her to appear from the door. However, instead of seeing her step out in a new outfit, her face peeked out from the crack, a deceivingly innocent smile playing against the naughty gleam in her eyes. "Naruto-kun?" she asked, in that same bubbly tone that Naruto was beginning to understand only meant trouble. It was also the first time she had used the 'kun' honorific today though he didn't notice. "I'm having some trouble reaching the zipper on this dress; could you give me a hand, please?" Rather than wait for his reply, she ducked back inside leaving the door cracked and a now very cautious young man to stare after her.
Naruto eyed the opening suspiciously, as would anyone with half a brain in this situation. He wanted to say Ino wasn't the type to openly invite him in a public changing room, but so far it seemed like she was fine with whatever so long as it was what she wanted. Unsure what the correct response was to this, he found himself standing nevertheless, cautiously glancing around the near empty store before stepping towards his date.
He pressed his fingers against the door allowing the hard plastic to swing open. Immediately, his vision was filled with the image of a mostly dressed Ino, though, he couldn't see any kind of zipper to speak of. She waited for him, her back facing the door while a sly expression peeked over her shoulder.
"Um, hurry?" she told him, exceedingly less excited about anyone else catching a peek inside the changing room. "And close the door, if you don't mind? I really want to get your opinion on this before I decide to buy it." Naruto did just that, more robotically than consciously, only to realize how little room there was inside the snug cubical.
He also rather quickly realized why she had been in such a hurry.
She wasn't looking at him, instead staring at her reflection in the mirror. Turning one way and then the other, the 'dress' she had been talking about turned out to be a long white tee-shirt three sizes too large that dominated her slight frame. Other than the fact that it seemed a little plain compared to her usual attire, what really drew his eye was that underneath her legs and thighs were completely bare.
His eyes stared, unable to look away he could see the strong yet lithe muscles filling out the lines of her calves and thighs. She was still wearing underwear; thank god, but the fact that he could see the forest green panties peeking out from under her shirt was already something to blink at. Maybe on purpose, Ino had let the back of the shirt rest over the swell of her rear so that the tight curve of her backside was on full display. Before he knew it, he'd forced his eyes up and away from the arousing spectacle.
Glancing at him through the reflection a bright smile threatened to split her cheeks while her eyes twinkled in mirth. Playing with the hem of the shirt, she looked proud of herself, though it wasn't until his attention was drawn to the front of the shirt that he realized what she'd done, or the fact that the shirt she was wearing was his.
She turned to face him.
"So what do you think?" Twisting back and forth, the short hem fanned out and up flashing even more of her underwear for his viewing pleasure. He couldn't help but look, despite knowing better, noticing that they were not only framed in lace but also quite frilly. They were an especially cute pair of panties picked out for just such an occasion. And judging by his wide eyes, they had done their job.
"My… shirt?" Naruto managed to croak out while feeling his cheeks warm up. He couldn't help but think back to the time Sakura had done the same thing in his apartment some weeks ago. It had been sexy then and it was sexy now. Some small part of him wondered what it was about the sight that was so alluring, but there was no denying its power. Ino smirked, adding to the effect.
"And not much else" she agreed with a knowing grin. Her fingers pinched the bottom of the shirt and pulled it taut against her torso. As a result, Naruto could see a tiny pair of bumps standing out from the otherwise smooth material covering her perky breasts. Following her sidewise glance, Naruto's eyes found a discarded bra lying in the corner of the room that just so happened to be the exact same shade of green as the panties she had flashed. "So, what do you think?" she asked, drawing his attention back to her figure. She offered him another quick twirl, too graceful for her own good as she spun on the balls of her bare feet.
Naruto felt his cheeks blush and a sweat start under his skin. Squinting against the sudden embarrassment, he was thrown through a loop by this unexpected turn. His relationship with Sakura always had him being the forward one, and his efforts were almost always met with blushing, stammering indifference. Now that he was on the other foot, he found himself responding oddly the same way she always had.
"You're even more beautiful than last time?" he tried, a line a sweat starting on his forehead. His efforts were met with a blinding smile as something close to pride flashed across her cheeks.
"Good boy" she purred, and then before he could blink she continued, "now let's see about your reward, hmm?" her hands reached for the shirt, and started lifting it over her hips.
A flash of toned, pale skin appeared as her bellybutton peeked out from under the shirt, followed by her tummy. Higher and higher, inch by inch, time seemingly slowed down as more and more of her bare skin bled into view. Just as the bottom of her ribcage was revealed Naruto found himself moving, grabbing her hands before they could rise any further.
Throughout the teasing ordeal, Ino's face had been the picture of seduction. Eyes half lidded, a ghost of a smile teasing the corners of her parted lips where gentle breaths forced her chest even closer to the object of her affection. Desire burned in her eyes, not for the physical, but the desire to be desired, which Naruto's dumbfounded, slack jawed expression more than fed. He wanted her, she could see how much he wanted her, and that more than anything sent her pulse skyrocketing. But in an instant the building warmth had been shattered as she found her hands pinned against the wall behind her.
Her eyes were wide yet slightly annoyed. Naruto's expression on the other hand, which had just been devouring her was now turned away. A mixture of shame and embarrassment burned against his cheeks while snuffing out the lustful enjoyment that had been smoldering in his eyes.
He had been happy, she had been even happier. So why did he have to ruin a perfectly good moment? Breathing a slow controlled sigh, her lips parted, "why did you make me stop?" her tone belied the irritation burning in the pit of her stomach, keeping its sugary sweet texture through sheer skill and practiced precision. Even her expression still appeared pleasant if you didn't look too close. But glancing back, Naruto could see the edge underneath the forced calmness. "Is something wrong?" he wasn't sure.
Naruto blinked at her even tone, knowing that sometimes it was when they were calm that women were the most dangerous. He moved slowly, releasing her hands and moving back. This seemed to help, if only a bit, as her eerie expression relaxed into open suspicion. She refrained from moving towards the shirt, thankfully, settling for crossing her arms over her chest instead.
He shrank back, confusion itching at his thoughts. When the moment had come, even when he knew he wanted her to continue, guilt had flooded through him in a single wave of leaded weight. He'd moved without thinking, just like he'd done every time the blonde tried to entice him since last week.
Why had he stopped her? What did he feel guilty for? He couldn't think of a single reason why he wouldn't want to see what she was going to show him. It was okay, this was a date, and these were the things people did on dates… probably?
But no matter how much he tried to reinforce this line of thought he couldn't run away from the reality nipping at his heels. He felt guilty because of Sakura, and something about the way Ino frowned at him made clear she knew it too.
"I… I guess I'm just not sure if I'm ready for so much so soon," he admitted with no small amount of guilt. Rather than berate him, Ino's expression softened, if only to show a bit of pain at the rebuff.
"You won't ever get over her unless you let yourself," she told him in return. Taking advantage of their cramped conditions she took a step closer so that she was near enough to feel his soft exhale break across her forehead. "You like me, or, at least, I can see that you want me. So, Naruto-kun…it doesn't…have to be anything big, but you can do whatever you want with me. Just… show me something. Show me that you at least want to try and see if we can get along as well as you did with…" she didn't say her name, but she didn't have to. "I know I can't just expect you to jump into something like that with me, but, can you just…give me something? Anything at all?"
It was just a hint of something more, but looking at her pinched lips and worried face, Naruto couldn't help but feel this was the first time Ino had bothered letting the real her rise to the surface. Past the smiles and past the flirtation, she was just as unsure of him as he was of her, and for the exact same reasons. It hadn't dawned on him before, but now, in this moment, he could see it clearly. While he worried that he might never get over Sakura, she was thinking the exact same thing. And despite that, she continued to smile and laugh and tried her best regardless of the odds stacked against her.
That…was something he could relate to.
He stared at her waiting expression, conflict playing against his eyes. An unsure hand reached out, pausing for a moment before finally settling on her waist. Even this small gesture earned a smile, small but honest, and unlike any he had seen from her.
Naruto… liked that expression; he liked that smile even more than the ones she had worn before. Watching her flirt and play around was fun but it was hard to connect with. Now that he thought about it, she almost seemed like she hadn't been real when she was doing that. Thinking back to when she had been showing off and strutting around in those other outfits he recalled the energy he had felt, that energy that drew him more than any of the outfits she had tried on…that energy, that was right here, right now.
For once, since that day back in his apartment the girl he was touching seemed just as real. He'd promised himself and her, a real chance at seeing if they had any kind of chance of being together. Now here she was, wanting to see if they were compatible, trying her best in every way she knew how. Well, maybe it was time to find out.
She said he could do anything, so maybe this was the right place to start.
Never mind that they were in a public changing room, and never mind she wasn't wearing a bra or pants. Lifting one hand from her hip Naruto cupped her cheek and immediately she responded by leaning into his touch. Her eyes closed appreciatively, blissfully, only opening a sliver when he angled her face up towards his own. Eyelashes fluttering, a single gasp passed through her parted lips before Naruto captured them with his own.
Ino melted into the sensation of his lips on hers. Breathing in a deep breath through her nose, she raised her arms from her sides to grab at the lapels of his new shirt, and then to his chest just underneath. Naruto's other hand moved naturally, slipping around her hip, under the fabric of his own shirt to palm at her ample curves. Before he could think better of himself, he was pulling her closer until her soft form pressed flush against his own firmer body.
She tasted sweet. Moving his lips against the girl in his arms, bits of saliva mixed as well as a fair amount of strawberry lip balm. Her lips were soft, a bit like Sakura's but even more different than he could have imagined. Sakura's lips were narrow and thin, always trembling with hesitation and restraint, like a frightened puppy that had to be coaxed out from under a chair. Ino's lips were full, pouty, and moved with the confidence of a large feline stalking its prey. There was no second guessing, no hesitation, and not a hint of restraint.
Always having enjoyed the moments shared with his girlfriend, and looking back on them now he was just as fond of them as when they had happened. But her reactions had always been so slow and timid, no matter how long they had been together. Ino didn't shy away from his affection, and he found those soft lips beginning to move hungrily as she tilted her head to the side to deepen their embrace. Soon he could feel her bottom lip slipping between his, sucking against his face while her hands kneaded and pawing at the muscles of his chest. And all the while Naruto could feel the arousal that he'd been holding back return with full force, not helped by the soft gentle rocking of her backside pushing against his hand.
He'd spent so much time trying to remember what it was like to hold a girl that he forgot what it was like to actually touch one. So soft and warm against him, while the gentle smell of lavender mixed with his own heavy scent wafting around them like a cloud. Naruto could feel a pressure starting to build in his pants, and he was pretty sure Ino could feel it too considering it was pressed against her belly. Breathing through his nose, his mouth opened to suck against her lips again, shivering at the sensations tingling throughout his body.
She was the first to open her mouth for more, slowly and cautiously as though she were afraid she might scare him off again. But he drank in the taste of her breath and returned the gesture without a second thought. Hell, without even a first one. He was so tired of thinking about everything, of being scared and lonely, for feeling guilty about every little thing in his life. This was the first time in a week that he was allowed to just feel what was happening.
And it felt great.
The pair lost themselves in the moment, forgetting about responsibilities and what should be and what could be to just be. For Naruto, it was less a sudden explosion of fireworks or anything as dramatic as it was for her though. Instead he found the kiss to be passionate, hot, a slow warmth spreading throughout his body until it felt like he had a fever. Maybe he really was sick? At least that would explain how he could so easily fall into this kind of situation so soon after Sakura, or maybe his heart was big enough to care about two different women.
Something shifted inside him at that thought. This whole time he'd been stuck believing that to care about someone else would mean casting aside his feelings for Sakura. That he would need to betray whatever was left of what they had to feel for another or to have anything with someone else. But maybe it didn't have to be that way? Even as he was kissing Ino right now what he felt for Sakura remained unchanged. But the same could not be said about the girl in his arms, and it was time to see where these new feelings took him.
The tip of Ino's tongue flicked against his own pink muscle, teasing and daring him to follow her back into the moist warmth of her mouth. Tightening his grip on her hip, he did just that, filling the tiny space and tasting the unique flavor that was her. A slow moan rumbled deep from the back of her throat, vibrating against his lips as she began earnestly licking at his small pink appendage, running along its length while trying to coil around it like a serpent.
Their first kiss, except not really, Ino made sure to call upon everything she had learned while in her friend's body. She remembered how he groaned when she moved her tongue in a certain way, the way she was doing right now. She remembered how much he liked it when she pressed her chest against him, her nipples hard and tingling as she rubbed against him. But most of all, she remembered how demanding he could be; enjoying every part of her body as he pleased as though she belonged to him. So when the loving hand against her cheek started to slip down her collar and towards her breast, she was more than happy to make room for him to grab a handful of her soft mounds.
Her breasts felt hot, no doubt the result of the continued friction growing between their bodies. Worse, an ache permeated at the tips of the round globes of soft flesh desperate to be touched and squeezed. When his hand finally settled over the orb, another groan surfaced, encouraging him to do whatever his heart desired.
For Naruto's part, he had far less of an advantage in trying to figure out what made Ino tick than she did in working him over. Everything from that night she had been in Sakura's body and feeling through her nerves. Sure there were some basic similarities and common ground, but for the most part he found himself forced to relearn everything he'd discovered through weeks of alone time with his girlfriend.
Although, he had to admit, Ino already seemed a bit easier to please.
It certainly helped that he wasn't starting completely over when it came to girls. He'd learned a few tricks that appeared to translate, namely how to hold a girl and how much was too rough. Like sparring with a new opponent he had to move slowly, paying special attention to the sounds groaning in his mouth as he started to knead the supple flesh while looking for any flinch or tremor to clue him in.
He started gently, figuring that was the best way to start. Sakura always hated it when he got too excited; complaining that her nipples were too sensitive to be pulled or twisted like some toy. That same sensitivity had been fun to exploit in other ways he discovered later on, but at the moment he was more interested in seeing how Ino responded to the same attention while looking for what set them apart. It didn't take long to find the differences far outweighed the similarities.
Whereas Sakura would have slapped his hand away by now, Ino seemed to revel in the firm pressure of his fingers pressing into her supple skin. That immediately led to him discovering another difference, namely just how much…bigger Ino was than the pinkette. While nobody would say she was busty or stacked, she had a fair bit more than Sakura. Large enough to fill his open hand, there was quite a bit more to work with and explore than he was used to. And as such, he might have gotten a little overeager. Thankfully, the slight mewling tone he'd come to know as a sign of pleasure from the blonde haired girl only grew as the strength in his fingers increased, kneading and rolling the sensitive flesh until it was swollen with color and pleasure.
She was a new girl with her own likes and dislikes, and he couldn't help but consider how much fun it would be finding every one of her weaknesses.
The pair continued like this for a few minutes, the wet smacking of their grasping lips only interrupted by brief groans and breaths as pleasure tingled up their spines. Naruto's hand remained on the shapely breast, playing with it so that it was fun for him and pleasurable for her. But as much as both might have wished to take things even further, it was Naruto who finally pulled away, only to be greeted by a delightfully flushed Ino Yamanaka.
Color blushed throughout her dazed features, a soft red only a few shades lighter than that of her swollen glistening lips. Stretched into a coy smile, the teasing light in her eyes was back, although something more intimate glistened in the sparkling orbs trained on his dizzy features. She'd asked if there was any kind of connection between them. Well, Naruto couldn't help but think they had more than found the answer.
She didn't move to step back and he didn't try and push her away. The two simply enjoyed the closeness and intimacy of the moment. Still feeling her body against his, the hand that had been bold enough to feel her up moved towards the back of her hip, feeling the elastic band of her panties under the warn cotton of his old shirt. A finger traced that line, gently petting her side as they came down from their hormonal high when a mischievous light came to life in her eyes.
"Hmm, is that a kunai in your pocket or am I just that incredible?" Her lips rose in a feline smirk, which widened still as she watched the young man's face flush and awkwardness come to life. But, whereas before he would have apologized or tried to leave, Ino was delighted to see a great grin stretch across his face. Though it was a shame she didn't recognize the signs of a prank in the making. She wasn't the only one that liked to play with others after all.
Ino's bright expression widened, shock mixed with embarrassment erasing whatever attitude she usually wore when Naruto's hand that had been resting innocently against her hip moved with the swiftness of a ninja, dipping between her smooth thighs to draw a single finger against the lightly warmed lips of her aroused sex. And with it, a small amount of arousal that had leaked through the thin cotton while they'd been locked in their embrace.
She wasn't dripping, but there was a definite humidity building between her thighs lingering with the promise of more. He held that finger up now, showing her the glistening substance that clung to it.
His grin shifted, turning foxy. "Hehe, if you're incredible than what does that make me?" a silent chuckle shook his shoulders as Ino went through a slideshow of emotions; eventually settling on forced ambivalence, thoroughly marred by the bright pink color still illuminating her cheeks.
"I suppose that makes you almost as good as me," and when his cheeky grin died she slowly added, a smile forming, "which… admittedly, is still a fair bit better than everyone else." Shivering, she could actually feel her knees quiver as she allowed a little more of her weight to rely on his solid form for support. Unfortunately, whatever retort Naruto might have had was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
"Damn kids!" a sharp and elderly voice called out. The same one both teens recognized as the innocuous old lady working at the register. "You both better come out here this instant! Don't think I don't know what you're up to," her words were followed by another rapping of her knuckles against the door.
"Oh God," Ino groaned into Naruto's chest, hiding her face at having been caught. "Not saying this wasn't worth it, but I don't think I'm going to be able to come back here for a few weeks. And that's considering how much I usually spend." Leaning back, her face pinched in irritation, like this was all some big inconvenience.
For Naruto's part he was just as embarrassed, although for some reason he couldn't get the smile off his face. Ino tore away, unabashedly shedding his shirt in an instant to reach for her bra and discarded dress. Naruto's eyes widened at the brief glimpse of her breasts, seeing them shake as she bent over to pick up her things. But the moment ended far too quickly as she rushed to get ready and face the music. The blond watched all of this, an odd feeling settling in his belly as he watched her glum, almost disheartened features draw against what he'd come to expect to always be bright and bubbly.
He liked that about her, how she was always smiling even when she had no right to. And even if he'd only gotten to enjoy it for a few hours, he wanted to protect that smile just like he had with Sakura. For the first time in a week the young man found himself considering something he'd done his best to all but ignore.
Naruto thought over his next words carefully before speaking. "Um, I'm going to step out, keep getting dressed, and wait for me to come back, okay?" He quickly rushed to make the sentence a question, already picturing his date mystically locked inside the changing room for all of eternity. Clipping her bra behind her back, she turned to face him with a quizzical stare.
"What are, you- wait!" she jumped back out of sight when he moved to open the door. "Naruto-kun!" she exclaimed, but he was already closing the door behind him, leaving her with a disgruntled, "Ughh!" Now, rather than his half naked date, he found himself standing over the pinched wrinkled face of a woman who he could only assume had given birth the parents of the village founders.
She was muttering under her breath, thick glasses magnifying her milky brown eyes to insect proportions while snow white hair that had been pulled back into a messy bun, stood out in wild strands eventually falling down her neck. As soon as the young man approached, she straightened her crooked back to glare, the top of her head still only coming up short of his chin.
Looking up, her already wrinkled features deepened as she squinted, adjusting her bottle thick spectacles. Searching for something, apparently she wasn't completely blind as recognition flashed across her face and in an instant Naruto found himself faced with a vicious frown, nearing a snarl as her toothless gums clenched beneath bared lips. "I should have known…" her quivering tone started.
Naruto had to hold back a sigh. He'd been expecting this of course, but it was still annoying. Putting on a drawn expression, he stuffed his hands into his pockets knowing by now it was best to just grin and bear it.
"Don't think I haven't heard about you. Making trouble everywhere you go and disrupting good people's lives just to cause chaos. My niece got caught up in one of your shenanigans, you know. Covered in paint from head to toe, it took my Suki a week to wash it all out of her clothes. To think they let you wear that headband… knowing what you are." she tsked, staring at the proud leaf symbol emblazoned on the boy's forehead.
"And now you're even here, making trouble in my shop. It's bad enough that you have to make a mess of your own life, now you're starting to poison some good girl? Does she even know what you are? Do her parents know about this? Well, you can bet your bottom they're going to. I won't sleep at night knowing I sent some innocent child off with something like you. If she doesn't have common sense then her parents should be more than aware of what kind of influences their child's taken up with." She said more after that, muttering and chastising him while the sound of Ino fumbling on the other side of the door played as a small distraction, but he'd already begun to tune them both out, a chiseled frown starting against his usually bright face.
He'd thought maybe if he stepped out first he could take the brunt of the anger, kids will be kids after all. But he should have known his face would turn some innocent fun into a challenge against morality. The fact that she hadn't recognized him when he'd first walked in was lucky enough, but he was pretty sure that he could have accidentally stumbled into another customer and earned the same results. He was used to this and had been dealing with it for as far back as he could remember. So whenever someone went out of their way to bother him he would either ignore them, or get them back with a prank.
But then she went and threatened Ino.
If this woman talked to her parents Naruto didn't have to guess what would happen. Namely, Ino would be forbidden from seeing him ever again. He'd seen it happen before, sometimes right in front of his eyes as parents stumbled across their children accidentally playing with the 'fox boy'. And as a kid it'd never failed to compound the fact that his own parents had seemingly abandoned him with the obvious confusion of insecurity.
For a time, he had honestly wondered if there had been something wrong with him, if that was why he didn't have a family. Of course, he wasn't a child anymore, and neither was he dumb enough to let the opinion of idiot villagers make him feel anything but exasperation. But that didn't mean he was happy letting them do as they pleased, either, and for once he actually had the power to shut them up without using his fists.
It was as though he felt his very soul flinch. He never actually swore he would never use his power again; he'd simply been scared in the wake of Ino's condition. Though that had been before he knew things could work out between them, when he believed he'd accidentally ruined a girl's life with his thoughtless words, something that was no longer the case. He wasn't totally sold on the idea of spending the rest of his life with the other blonde, but even he wasn't stupid enough not to recognize they had some kind of chemistry between them. And for the first time, he was forced to consider if maybe he'd been too rash to denounce the strange power that had suddenly appeared in his life.
Like any jutsu, it wasn't inherently evil or bad, just potentially dangerous if misused. He needed to be careful, to think about what he was saying before he opened his mouth…something people had been telling him to do his entire life. Scratching at the back of his spiky blond hair, he considered what he should do for a few more minutes before slowly turning his attention back towards the barking old biddy.
"-and let me tell you, when I was a girl my elders would never have stood for-" her tirade finally came to a stop when Naruto spoke up.
"Um, so, hey…" a slow sweat started to drip down his cheek as she continued to stare up at him, blinking against her wide frames. When he said he was going to be careful, he'd meant it, purposefully measuring each word before they finally tumbled past his lips. "You… don't want to… tell Ino's parents," then, quickly he continued, "a-about what happened in the changing room, I mean." Rearing back, the wobbling weight of her head appeared to turn quizzically to the side.
She didn't say anything for a handful of seconds, conflict playing against her face as her droning voice fell below an audible tone. Still she muttered to herself, bulbous eyes shifting to one side and then the next before returning to the blond's face. Finally, irritation managed to play across her visage as she waved a gnarled hand at his stiff posture.
"Feh," she spat. "Not my job to teach dumb girls that don't know well enough when trouble's reaching up their skirt. I'm too old to try and fix the follies of youth. She'll wise up eventually, one way or another." And with a squinting glare, she turned her finger to Naruto's face, waving the wrinkled digit just under his nose.
"But don't think that means you can just do as you like. This is my shop. Been my shop for sixty years, and it will be sixty more before I let your kind in here. I want you and your harlot out that door, and if I find a single scarf missing you can bet I know who to send to your front door." More grumbling and more lip smacking against her dry gums, Naruto felt his insides shrivel up and die at the sight. Still, he wasn't quite finished yet, and this time when he spoke there was a bit more confidence in his voice, and the words flowed much more easily.
"Actually," he punctuated, narrowing his eyes, "you are going to check us out like you would any other customers and let us pay for what we liked." It might be a little obstinate, but the last thing he wanted was for the people he cared about to be effected by his own stigma. He remembered Ino mentioning how often she shopped here, and though it wasn't a ramen stand he could sympathize with having a favorite place to frequent. A slight pause interrupted his voice as a consideration came to mind, ultimately winning out as a devious smile spread across his lips. "And you'll give Ino-chan a discount from now on, for being such a loyal customer."
Pleasure bled into his tone as he watched the old lady struggle with his second command. But of course, after a small bout much like the first, eventually her stubborn expression shifted towards that of begrudged as she huffed and frowned and marched herself back to her spot at the register where she'd greeted them when they entered.
Naruto didn't want to say shutting down a cranky old lady felt good, even when it totally did, but instead decided to focus on the fact that he'd helped his friend; with the store owner's bitter frown as a secondary consolation prize. Grinning more than he had in a week, he was amazed to remember that he'd actually been excited about his power at one point in his life. Even if it felt like a year ago. Still, this was a good example of how he could use his power right, or, at least how he could use it without changing the fate of another person's life. That he should think of this power as any other jutsu he'd learned, having its own time and place for use.
Excitement coursed through him at the thought of what he'd done, which is how Ino found him as she shyly peeked past the changing room door as soon as the conversation had died down.
"Are we clear?" she asked meekly, to which Naruto proudly pointed towards the dower thing safely tucked back behind her counter. In answer, Ino's eyebrows rose unexpectedly and she allowed the rest of herself to appear from behind the door.
She was back in her sundress, the soft skirt swaying gently with each step. Glancing down, Naruto couldn't help but remember what he'd seen and what he now knew was just underneath the thin material. Suddenly he found himself appreciating the way the purple cloth hugged the girl's body a little more, hinting towards her tight shape before lying softly against her round bottom. He could still feel the shape of her large breast resting in his palm, and now he was suddenly curious if her backside would be just a sweet.
"How did you…" she paused, a cautious excitement coming to life in a crooked smile. "Is she really not going to call my parents? I mean, I've been shopping here for years and Ms. Izumi isn't exactly what I would call," she gave a nervous chuckle, "um, human? Don't get me wrong, she sells great clothes, but I think I've actually seen kunai softer than that woman." Speaking under her breath, Ino actually seemed slightly afraid of the old bat, which brought a smile to Naruto's face.
"What can I say…?" he gave a nervous chuckle. "I just talked to her. I guess I have a silver tongue?" Ino blinked at that, slowly turning towards him with a saucy smile and raised eyebrow. Naruto felt his eyes widen when she suddenly leaned against him.
"That's good to know, I can't wait to see it" she winked, much to Naruto's confusion. Her flirting slowly waned as something else popped into her mind.
"Hey, so… what did she mean before, when she was talking about you?" When his eyes widened and he turned to stare at her, she had the decency to appear sheepish. "I… could hear through the door, kind of," she pointed at the obviously open area of the booth. "I mean, I know she's not much of a people person but…" she let the sentence drift, the playful joking side of her shifting as honest confusion came to the surface. Naruto could only blink, not at all sure how he was supposed to answer.
"I… totally got her with this wicked prank last year!" he suddenly exclaimed, his foxy grin coming to life as he snickered under his breath. "Wasn't really aiming for her, you know, but stink bombs don't always land where you expect. Man, she probably thinks I'm some kind of monster, I'm surprised she didn't say anything worse!" he gave another belly laugh, internally wincing at the stale tone that reached his ears and the dubious look Ino was giving him.
"I didn't hear her mention anything about a stink bomb…" she considered. If Naruto was one to panic, he managed to keep it well hidden.
"Huh, you must have missed that part?" he offered with a shrug of his shoulders. Feeling his sweat start to build, he quickly looked around for some kind of distraction to change the conversation. Maybe he might need to bring up the fox in his gut at some point, but now was not the time.
"Hey, ah. Guess what? If we hurry up the old lady said she'd give you a discount. Probably just wants to get rid of us, but I'm pretty much done with this place anyway." Then he looked around at the piles of clothes they still had strewn about. "What eh… what am I buying again?" he swallowed against his throat, fingering the slight bulge of his wallet while trying to remember how much he'd thought to bring. Gama-chan was never the fullest of toads, but he did bring some money expecting to take Ino out…somewhere.
Ino stared at him a moment longer, as though she wasn't sure what to think about his behavior. But when the subject of payment came up her suspicion gave way to a familiar mask of confidence, snorting for effect.
"Aw," she cooed while making her way over to two moderately sized piles of folded clothes set aside on the bench. She grabbed the larger one, turning to thrust a combination of pants, shirts and over shirts to him. Naruto recognized them as the 'few' Ino had approved of throughout his little fashion show. "That's cute that you want to pay, but I was the one that dragged you out here so this ones on me," she assured him, flashing a bright smile even when he appeared doubtful. Turning back, she grabbed her own clothes, almost skipping as she started towards the cash register.
Naruto was left to follow her, anxiously laying his own garments next to hers. The old woman didn't say a word to either of them, forcing her frown towards the counter as she went about scanning the items. But as the screen's total continued to climb, Naruto found his doubt turning to real panic before shooting a fearful glare towards Ino's cool demeanor.
"Um, Ino?" he started, far more calmly than he actually felt. In response Ino simply turned her head, blinking innocently as a good B rank mission's pay flashed across the screen right in front of her face. "Are you sure…" he trained off, an awkward cough tickling his throat. Eyebrow raised, she eventually followed his eyes towards the electric screen where the rising total was only then starting to slow. Another few seconds passed before the total was finalized and she gave a knowing smirk.
Ignoring him completely, she simply reached under her sundress where a thigh pouch rested against her pale leg and pulled out a purple clutch. Inside she withdrew a handful of bills larger than Naruto had ever seen, then handed them to the aged crone without a second thought. She grabbed the money quickly, almost slamming the register closed without a word. Ino then grabbed their bags, not sparing the cranky woman another thought as she moved to step towards the door, grinning and skipping as though she didn't have a care in the world.
And all Naruto could was follow after her dumbly, amazement clear against his whiskered cheeks.
Ino turned with a twirl, her smile almost cruel as she whirled around to see her date's expression. Not at all disappointed, she snickered to herself before rolling her eyes with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, stop that already," she admonished, "I promise, it's not nearly as big a deal as you're making it out to be." But when his expression didn't change, she was forced to continue, waving off his frown as though it had no right to settle against his face.
"Look, I'm not exactly hurting for money Naruto-kun. I mean, the Yamanka clan might not have a huge compound like Hyūga or their own district like the Uchiha, but we're still a decent size and each member has to pay a stipend from their mission pay towards the clan coffers. It's part of the family contract if we want to learn the clan jutsu, and since they wouldn't be nearly as strong without those techniques backing them up nobody is going to pass up on such an easy meal ticket."
Seeing the obvious question coming she cut him off before he could ask it. "I don't have any siblings, but my daddy does, and so did his...I'm talking about a ton of aunts, uncles and cousins. Even before I graduated my parents weren't too stingy with my allowance, and working at the family flower shop is separate pay on top of that." Smiling she continued, "And now that I'm a ninja, I'm making even more then I can spend shopping! Well, technically my mission money is supposed to go into a savings account until I reach chunin, mom's idea, but daddy said I can spend it so long as it's an 'emergency.' But if replacing that god awful jacket wasn't an emergency I don't know what is," she finished with a wink and a giggle, neither of which Naruto managed to return, too busy just starting at her in utter shock.
Sure, he knew there were people out there who didn't seem to care about spending money, or, more accurately, didn't need to worry, but it was still strange seeing it right in front of him. What kind of childhood must she have had to throw that kind of cash around without even blinking? Different from his, he was sure. Frowning, an image of his younger self shivering in the dead of night sprang to mind but he banished it as quickly as it had come.
"Geez, if it's that big a deal you can pay for dinner, alright? I know this amazing sushi place, you won't believe their tuna rolls. Hmm, but first," she paused, approaching Naruto with purpose as she unloaded the bags she'd been carrying. He could have sworn the ground actually shook a little from their weight... "Be a dear and give me a hand with these until we find somewhere to kick back a bit." Winking her long eyelashes, Naruto found himself defenseless against the sudden kiss laid against his cheek.
Compared to what they'd just shared in the store, something so innocent shouldn't have affected him nearly as much as it had. But damn if she wasn't cute when she was happy, he couldn't even find it in him to tell her that the idea of eating raw fish was about as appealing to him as a sodium free diet. Instead, he just nodded his head, and wore a damned goofy grin on his face as she led him from the store and back onto the road.
So lost in their little exchange, neither noticed that another had been watching them the entire time...someone with pink hair...someone whose expression had slowly devolved as she watched more and more of their familiar behavior. And someone who had begun to approach them, storming through the thick crowd of people towards the couple just in time to see her ex-boyfriend grin down at her ex-best friend.
Neither noticed her sudden appearance, not until it was too late, and her enraged expression was upon them as they turned to start towards dinner. Only to step back as emerald fire licked at their souls.
"Well, don't you both just look… precious…”
You know what to do. No big announcements this month. And for those of you waiting for SOS, I’m doing my best to finish it by New Year’s. Thanks everyone! I hope to see you all in 2018. And be sure to leave a review, favorite or follow.
Next chapter: 2018 – finally together, the culmination of Sakura, ino, and Naruto’s relationship come to a head. Will they fight? Who will win. And most importantly, who will Naruto choose?
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