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Liberated	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3113 -:- 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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Wow! It’s been more than 5 years since I wrote a Naruto fan fic, and I’ve only written 2 one-shots! I’ve strayed from the Naruto fandom and got into other fandoms (Bleach, Chrianna, etc.) but lately I’ve been in a Naruto mood. I’ve been looking at some extremely sexy KibaIno fan arts and after listening to Usher’s Confessions album I’ve become majorly inspired to write!
I’ll get started with the 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’m just borrowing the characters for my own twisted purposes for this story. Nothing here is canon; every bit that you read is pure fiction! Get it? Got it? Good!
Warnings: This is story is set in a modern-day alternate universe, meaning it’s not going to relate to what’s going on in the series. This story will feature crude language, crude humor, heavy drinking, adult situations, sex and anything else naughty I can think of! If that makes you uncomfortable please leave because you’ve been forewarned!
As with all my stories fanfiction. net will feature the edited version and other sites will have the unedited version. Links will be provided in my ff. net profile.
I also don’t have a beta-reader, so if there’s anyone out there who’s extremely proficient in grammar don’t hesitate to volunteer. It’ll help me a great deal!

lib·er·ate (verb; used with object), lib·er·at·ed, lib·er·at·ing - to free (a group or individual) from social or economic constraints or discrimination, especially arising from traditional role expectations or bias.

Liberated

“Underneath the guise of a smile, gradually I’m dying inside…” Mariah Carey
Chapter One: Introduction
Choruses of jovial chatter and laughter sounded throughout the air at a local restaurant during a late September afternoon. A group of friends sat at a circular table outside on a patio enjoying each other’s company and the early fall weather.
An annoyed voice was heard when a young woman spoke above the mirthful group. “So I told the jerk-face to go screw himself! There was no way I would go on a date with that loser!”
The outspoken, petite rose-haired woman contorted her face in disgust, crossing her jade eyes for emphasis while her mind replayed an earlier scene of a young man asking her out on a date. She just exited the subway station and was walking to meet her friends at the restaurant when a passerby interrupted her mid-step. He told her he was floored by her beauty and asked if she would do him the honor of going out with him.
At least if the stranger had enough decorum to ask her out in that manner she might’ve relented and agreed to his proposition. But no, what he said was, “Hey gurl! Yer lookin’ fine! Why don’t we hit up a place tonight? Jus’ you an’ me babe.”
The stranger reached for her hand and grinned—as sexily as he could—at her. However she snatched her away and rolled her eyes at him with extreme revulsion. If it was someone else who met her standards she would’ve considered the offer. She was single, celibate, and in need of a good release. She didn’t want to think about counting the months she’s gone without great sex, and she was almost at the point of desperation to find a maintenance man to repair her rusted pipes. Too bad the gentleman—and the term is used loosely—standing in front of her could’ve been a contender for her near-virginal pussy except he wasn’t that attractive and his voice annoyed her.
His skin was a pale peach color and his clothes were loose and baggy. Decked out in a beige shirt, gray fatigue cargo pants, and black Timberland work boots she shook her head at his tacky attire. No fashion sense at all, she told herself as she disapproved of his choice of clothing. He looks older than me but he’s dressed like a common high school thug from the streets. Not cool!
She mused over his raspy voice and gritted her teeth each time he spoke to her. His voice alone grated her nerves and his constant pestering was boiling over what little patience she had left. Her impeccably arched rose eyebrow twitched over her right eye in annoyance. With every jolt of her brow each second ticked by and she counted them, hoping the expression on her face would ward off her admirer.
She was irritated, hungry, and late for her lunch date. The stranger would simply have to get a clue and realize she was far from his league! Perhaps a prostitute on from the Red Light District is more of his type. Maybe he should work that out.
Still she couldn’t stop her inspection of the eager man as her eyes traveled to his face. His eyes were black and beady and heavy bags puffed underneath them like miniature clouds protruding underneath his skin. He looked exhausted and she didn’t want to imagine what he was doing prior to meeting her to cause his tired countenance.
Continuing her inventory of his tall, slim physique she noticed his hair was gravity-defying, black, and spiky. It was reminiscent to the silver hair of her ever-late grade-school teacher. Thoughts of her old sensei jogged happy childhood memories and for a fleeting moment she allowed herself to gently smile.
Regrettably the man mistook her smile as acceptance for his dinner invitation. “Heh, I knew you’d say yes.” He arrogantly boasted and reached for her hand again, using his calloused fingers to massage the softness of her delicate fingers. “Jus’ come wit’ me an’ we can be outta here, babe.”
Snatching her hand out of his grasp the woman scowled deeply and shouted, “Go fuck yourself, you perv!” Not bothering to stick around for his reaction, she dashed across the busy street of Konoha as fast as her heels would allow her hoping to a higher deity she would get hit by a car to permanently free herself of her new fan-boy.
The storyteller fluttered her eyes closed, hoping to eradicate the memory from her mind but without luck. She sucked in a breath and crossed her arms over her designer blouse when her friends guffawed loudly at her expense.
Between her giggles a gorgeous blue-eyed, platinum-blonde woman sat across the narrator and asked her best friend, “Don’t you think you should try lowering your standards Billboard-brow? You’ve been single for almost a year now. And you’re not getting any younger…” She allowed her voice to trail off to purposefully get under her best friend’s skin.
“Shut up, Ino-pig!” Sakura Haruno roared at her best friend. “I’m twenty-two years old! That’s hardly old!”
When other patrons looked, pointed and whispered in Sakura’s direction at her outburst, the young woman meekly lowered her head and blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry,” she waved and whispered to her onlookers until they resumed their conversations and meals.
Smirking at Sakura, Ino Yamanaka fired back, “But it’s not young either. He seemed like a nice guy.”
“He seemed like a drug dealer! Or a pimp!” Sakura hissed through clenched teeth. She straightened the wrinkles out of her shirt and stabbed her sweet dumplings with her chopsticks. Once she angrily stuffed one past her glossed lips she spoke again. “Getting involved with someone like that is just asking for trouble!” Sakura spoke loud enough so everyone at the table could hear, but not so loud she would disrupt the guests on the patio again. “I might as well be with—”
“Everybody better be free for next month.” Kiba Inuzuka interrupted Sakura’s sentence because he knew she was about to mention her ex-boyfriend. If she would’ve spoken his name floodgates of anger spats, uncontrollable tears and erratic female hormones would’ve been released to torture everyone at the table. Kiba didn’t want to deal with the worrisome, unnecessary drama of a brokenhearted woman while he was trying to relax and have a good time.
Ever since Sakura’s ex departed without a word or trace she’s had a sour disposition. The rose-haired young woman always tried to hide her pain through laughter and phony bouts of anger towards her friends, but Kiba knew it was all a front to cover up the hurt she’s dealt with for nearly a year.
Sakura narrowed her green eyes at the tattoo-faced man sitting next to her for rudely butting-in her near anti-men rant. Nevertheless she was secretly thankful he intervened and saved herself from humiliation. Sakura was more than certain her friends were mentally and emotionally drained from listening to her assiduously nagging about how all men were no-good dogs that were only good for fucking and fucking-over women.
She sent the handsome brunet a smile in gratitude and Kiba grinned in return, showing off his canines.
“Uh… remind me again. What’s goin’ on next month?” All heads turned in the direction to their forgetful blond friend Naruto Uzumaki. “Heh. ‘Cause I sorta, kinda forgot.” He scratched his head and childishly grinned at the group.
“Arrrrgh…” A male voice groaned in frustration as he scrubbed his face with his palm. He lowered his dark, narrow eyes and grimaced at Naruto before speaking. “You dumbass. Kiba’s talking about his all-black party next month.” The voice belonged to Shikamaru Nara. “It’s the last Saturday of October when he’s having it. He expects us all to be there.”
“Who’re you callin’ dumbass, lazy-ass?” Naruto challenged Shikamaru as he leaned forward to press his forehead against the ponytailed haired smoker.
Shikamaru met Naruto’s challenge with his own and countered, “I’m calling you a dumbass, dumbass!”
“That’s what I thought you said, Ashtray-breath!” Naruto reached for Shikamaru’s neck, however Hinata Hyuga used her hands to separate the two before a fight erupted since she was sitting in between both men.
“G-Guys…” she softly spoke. “That’s enough.” Facing Naruto she told him, “I-I’m sure Shikamaru didn’t mean what he said and,” turning to Shikamaru Hinata continued. “Shikamaru, Naruto didn’t mean what he said either.”
“Thank you, Hinata. At least someone sitting here has some common sense and table manners.” Everyone’s attention shifted to Tenten who smirked at Shikamaru and Naruto after Hinata interrupted their near-fight. “Some of us managed to mature after puberty.”
Narrowing his eyes at the chocolate-haired woman sitting to his left, Shikamaru seethed. “Hey, Tenten. Why don’t you—”
“Well I want to know more about this all-black party.” Ino spoke again before Shikamaru and Tenten would be the next guests at their table to cause a scene. “And why is it an ‘all-black’ party?”
Swallowing mouthfuls of barbecued pork, Choji Akimichi volunteered to answer. “Because it’s Kiba’s favorite color. And the date is close to Halloween, but Kiba thinks everyone dressing in costumes would look dumb, so he wants everyone to wear black instead.”
Turning to Kiba who was sitting across from her, Ino pondered, “What do you have against costumes? I’d think everyone dressing up would be cute!”
“Tch!” Smirking at the blonde Kiba told her, “Yeah you would, Barbie.” Calling Ino by the name of the famous plastic, fashion icon caused her to frown; the reaction Kiba was expecting. It was a nickname he’s used since their childhood and it always managed to infuriate the blonde. He smirked playfully at her in response.
“Costumes are for children. We’re not kids anymore, we’re grown. And for anyone who's comin’ to my party better look like they’re grown. And I’m not having a Halloween party anyway, so what’s the point? And why yer askin’ anyway, Ino? Think you could fit my little party in yer busy schedule? Or are you gonna take off like always?”
Leaning over the table to get closer to Kiba’s face, Ino eyed him while grinning. “I’m here for a month. I have the time. Just consider yourself lucky someone like me would even consider going to your… what was it that you called it?” She placed her finger on her bottom lip for emphasis. “Oh yes!” The young woman cried with a snap of her manicured fingers. “Your ‘little party’.”
With Ino so close to him, Kiba inhaled the scent of Ino’s perfume and the eclectic mix of patchouli, gardenia, Moroccan incense and marshmallow wafted in his nostrils. The scent made the skin on his arms prickle with gooseflesh and he briefly wondered if the woman in front of him smelled like that all over her body.
Fuck, Kiba! What the fuck are you doin’? This is Ino yer lustin’ over! He mentally berated himself. Get a grip! She’s just another pretty bitch in a skirt! Man I’m trippin’! It’s just been a long time since I saw her! That’s all! Not given the chance to reply with a quirky comeback of his own, Kiba’s ears perked when Hinata spoke.
“Are you sure you can stay this time, Ino? We really missed you.”
Giving Kiba a satisfied smirk for winning their verbal spat this time, Ino sat in her chair again to face the raven-haired, soft-spoken woman. “That’s very kind of you to say that. I missed you all, too. And yes I’m staying for at least a month. This is my vacation. I needed to get away from my job.”
“It must be great traveling around the world; living the life of luxury, and having people tell you how beautiful you are all the time.” Tenten’s brown eyes lightened with awe as she fantasized about Ino’s day-to-day life at her career.
Sakura sucked her teeth and scowled in envy at the gushing brunette. “I’m sure Ino’s job isn’t as great as you think, Tenten.”
“Aw, do I detect… jealousy Billboard-brow?” Ino cupped her left hand behind her ear to mimic someone trying to listen because they had difficulty hearing. Facing Sakura the blonde stated, “My job is just like any other job. There are times when I enjoy it, and there are times I want to move far away and never look back. Who doesn’t feel that way about their career?”
Smiling deviously at her childhood friend Sakura countered Ino with a statement. “I don’t. You wouldn’t want to run far away from your career if you did what you loved for a living.”
Raising a quizzical, blonde brow at Sakura, the platinum-blonde beauty asked, “Oh I’m sorry. Remind me again when being a medical student was considered a career? Because I missed it.”
“I’m not set in my career field yet, Ino-pig.” Sakura’s lips flattened into a thin, irritated line. She felt her tolerance wearing thin but was determined to not make a spectacle of herself in public. Cha! If this bitch says another disrespectful thing to me, I’m gonna whoop her ass! Inner-Sakura promised. “But I’m working towards it. And I enjoy helping others. You should try it sometime.” Her ruby-red, manicured fingers surrounded her glass of water. She raised it in greeting towards Ino and smiled. “To prosperous, blissful careers,” before taking a sip.
“Um, ahem…” Hinata cleared her throat, hoping to direct the attention to her so the dueling women would calm down. Even after all these years, they still act like bitter rivals instead of the best of friends. “Still being a model must be exciting, Ino.”
Straightening her posture in her seat, Ino decided it would be best to ignore Sakura for the remainder of their lunch. She forked her cucumber salad and took a bite before answering Hinata. “I just… I simply needed a break. That’s all.”
Ino took a small sip of her hot green tea and looked down at her plate of food, lost in thought. Yeah everyone thinks my job is great, but it’s a major pain in the ass. If they only knew how I really felt.
Tucking an annoying loose strand of her platinum hair behind her ear, Ino’s blue eyes looked everywhere else except at the people she was currently sitting with. She didn’t want her expression to give away her inner feelings.
Standing at 5’8 many considered Ino Yamanaka extraordinarily beautiful and unusually tall for a Japanese woman. With waist-length, platinum-blonde hair, piercing aquamarine eyes, and a perfect size 4 body, several men wanted to court her, and just as many women envied her. She’s received compliments for her looks all her life, boosting her self-esteem at an early age.
During her teen years she was working her usual shift at her father’s flower shop when she was discovered by an agent. At the age of fourteen of course Ino assumed the man who saw the model potential in her was simply being an old, perverted lecher. With his odd choice of attire, Ino thought he didn’t look like a stereotypical modeling agent. She imagined modeling agents would wear fancy, expensive 3-pieces business suits and talking to important people on their even-fancier cell phones. The man standing in front of her wore a navy blue scarf tied around his head, dark sunglasses covering his onyx eyes, a navy turtleneck and black cargo pants. He’s creepy-looking, she remembered thinking. So she ignored him.
Day in and day out he would continue to harass her about meeting her parents to talk about modeling. And every time Ino would tell him to get lost. Luckily for her he never took her advice. He was adamant about making Ino Yamanaka the next big thing to hit the fashion scene. And one faithful day it happened. A once in a lifetime opportunity came true.
Her father Inoichi Yamanaka was selecting flowers for a custom bouquet for a waiting customer while Ino totaled the purchase. The same man entered the shop again and approached Ino about modeling.
Tired of the same routine Ino hollered for her father to throw the annoying man out of their store. After a heated exchange of words Inoichi finally listened to the stranger’s proposal. She couldn’t recall exactly what was said afterwards because everything happened in a blur.
It seemed within a moment’s notice Ino was gracing spreads in local fashion catalogues, and posters in fashion stores throughout Konoha. Then she covered local magazines, which eventually led to billboards throughout major cities in Japan. Next she found herself a high school dropout at the age sixteen and walking the runways of Paris, France, Milan, Italy and New York in America. And she’s been doing so ever since.
The more Ino worked, the less time she had to spend with her friends. She’d visit Konoha occasionally for a few weeks, and then disappear for months. Months soon turned to years with little contact in between. She was finally granted a reprieve from her demanding career and was thankful for the month-long break she was bestowed.
Ino enjoyed traveling and meeting new people in her line of work, but with every magazine spread, with every fashion show a major price was paid for the fame she accumulated during her years.
She was eternally grateful for her then-agent, now manager Ebisu for giving her a chance to live out an unbelievable dream. However Ino knew if she could take it all back she would. She never would’ve agreed to become a model. She never would’ve got caught up in the fast life at such a young age. By the time she was nineteen she already experienced what most adults go through in their lifetimes.
She yearned for a life of peace, serenity and normalcy she’ll never have again. And she desperately wanted to tell her friends about her hidden insecurities due to her line of work, but was too afraid to do so. The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done in my life and I’m only 22-years-old. Would you all still want me around if you really knew the truth about me?
“You keep saying you need a break. We get that Ino. What we’re asking you is how exciting is your job? Do you enjoy what you do?” Shikamaru’s voice brought Ino back to the present. All thoughts of her tumultuous past were immediately forgotten as she smiled at her best male friend, wishing she could thank him aloud from releasing her mind from her hidden torture.
“Well I—” The international model began but silently thanked her caller of interrupting a possible awkward conversation. The sound of Beyoncé’s “Run the World (Girls)” loudly played from her iPhone and Ino eagerly picked it up. She spoke briefly while smiling into the receiver, nodding occasionally. “Okay. I’ll see you soon. Bye.”
Ending the call, Ino pushed her chair back and rose out of her seat. “Sorry guys I have to cut our date short. I have to meet Sai later this evening. I’ll see you all real soon, okay?”
“What? This is bullshit! Ino you just go here!” Naruto angrily protested. “See you’re doin’ this again, Ino! You always meet us and then leave! It’s like we don’t even matter to you anymore, Miss High & Mighty!”
Ino kept her expression neutral but Naruto’s words stung, mainly because they were true. However he was wrong about one thing—her friends do matter. They always did and always will. She just had a lousy way of proving it to them over the years. If everything goes right, I’m gonna make up for my absence. I promise.
Giggling in response to hide the hurt she felt, Ino stuffed the bothersome lock of hair from her face back into her bun. She then reached in her clutch and gripped a few bills of yen. Slamming the paper on the table she told her friends, “I’m terribly sorry. To make up my sudden leave lunch’s on me. Is that okay?” Turing away from the group, she didn’t bother to wait for a reply from anyone. Hurriedly Ino entered the restaurant’s double doors from the patio to leave out of the front entrance.
“But wait! Ino!” Choji called out however the model was already gone.
Scowling at the retrieving back of the platinum-blonde, Kiba told Choji, “Don’t bother wastin’ yer breath. She ain’t comin’ back.”
“Who’s Sai?” Tenten wondered aloud.
“Her boyfriend,” Sakura answered. “He’s an artist from Osaka. I remember Ino telling me about him a while back when we talked on the phone. He has an art show tonight.”
Slamming her hand on the table, Tenten pursed her lips, evidently insulted Ino didn’t think to invite everyone to the show. “Why didn’t she tell us? Does she not want us there? Maybe we wouldn’t fit in with her rich friends or something!”
Retrieving a cigarette from the breast pocket of his button-down shirt, Shikamaru lit the stick and exhaled smoke before speaking. “Don’t overwork your brain trying to figure out why Ino’s acting the way she’s acting right now. She’s been weird since her argument with Sakura about her job.”
“There’s something she’s not telling us.” Sakura told everyone. As many arguments and fights she and Ino have had in the past, they’ve always managed to make everything right between them—no matter what. Shikamaru’s statement didn’t settle well with the medical student because she was dubious about what he said. She knew Ino wouldn’t get riled up over a few choice words about her career. Something else was troubling her and that worried Sakura. Maybe it’s something related to her career. Why else is she being so vague?
Taking another sip of her water, Sakura decided she wouldn’t pressure Ino about her troubles. She knew her best friend would open up whenever she was ready to speak about her problems. For now she kept her suspicions to herself.
“Heh, obviously.” Choji rolled his eyes and agreed. “I wonder what it could be though. You’d think after knowing Ino for so long she’d know she could tell us anything.”
“Maybe it’s nothing.” Shikamaru voiced between clouds of smoke. “I’m sure if Ino had something to tell us she’d tell us. She’s never been the type to keep secrets. She’s pretty open.”
“Well I’m gonna forget about Ino right now and enjoy my free lunch!” Naruto hollered while happily slurping his pork ramen.
Kiba remained quiet while mulling over Ino’s erratic behavior. Barbie, I don’t know what’s goin’ on with you, but I’m gonna find out.

And there’s the introductory chapter. I absolutely abhor writing them! Nevertheless they are a necessary evil to set the tone of the story. Please tell me what you think! Should I continue: yay or nay?
I don’t know jack-shit about modeling. I’m just writing this from my imagination. So I hope I haven’t offended any real models reading this.
Irrelevant fact: People constantly ponder about the “logic” behind the KibaIno pairing. I say they can take their logic out of my fandom! Kiba and Ino are the two best looking people from the Konoha 11. When you pair two people that attractive together, who needs logic? And for the record, I hate Beyoncé's song "Girls".
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