"Shit, my eye hurts like a bitch."

"Let me see it."

"Nah, forget about it."

"I said," her words dripping with poison, "let me see it."

"Fine."

"Hmm, look up…there's an eyelash stuck way down there. I can get it out for you."

"No, I'll just wash it out."

"Come on, I wanna take it out. It'll be quick."

"NO. Go away, Ino." However, he was the one to leave. He rose from the bench and started to walk away. Nosy bitch. Before he could get far, he felt two slender hands yank the collar of his leather jacket. His backside slammed against concrete bench where he had been sitting. And before he got another chance to escape, she straddled him, not even bothering to wipe that wicked smirk from her face. That's when he realized he was at the mercy of Ino Yamanaka. Tempestuous. Bossy. Scary as hell.

"Ow, Ino, stop...You're gonna poke my eye out."

"Stop whining, Shikamaru."

"Shut up, Ino, and get the fuck off. Don't fucking touch my eye. I swear if…OW!"

"See! Geez, it's huge!" Her eyes, filled with a childlike wonder, were practically crossed as they focused on the stray eyelash on her finger.

"Man" Kiba flicked off the eyelash and wiped her finger on his jacket.

"That was so satisfying!"

"For a girly girl, you're kinda weird." Ino stuck her tongue out at him and dismounted.

"So did you learn a lesson today?"

"Uh…stay away from you if I don't want your paws in my face?"

"No," she cocked her head to one side and smiled sweetly, "The lesson is that Ino Yamanaka gets what she wants."

Not true, he thought. She wanted Sasuke. She wanted to beat Sakura. She wanted to pass her jounin exam on her first try. She didn't get any of those. But he might actually like her more for that, he thought.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He flashed her a toothy grin—the one that made countless girls swoon. "What do you want?"

"What do you think I want, Inuzuka?"

Most people thought of her as the token pretty girl—with her skimpy outfits and they coy thing she did with her hair—but he thought she looked more badass than anything. And now those icy blue eyes were penetrating his soul. He wouldn't be surprised if she could read his thoughts, and that made him feel naked. She suddenly grinned, making him feel even more vulnerable and excited at the same time.

"You want me."

"Oh please. Take a pin and pop your ego." She tapped his nose and moved past him. He raised an eyebrow when he felt a pinch on his ass. She was twenty percent angel, eighty percent devil. And if Ino Yamanaka was the devil, maybe hell wasn't so bad.


A/N: Because Ino can be a badass too. Btw, the twenty percent angel eighty percent devil was a line from Fast and Furious. As with my usual one-shots, I'm not sure how tolerable the pacing/flow is. But ehh, practice supposedly makes perfect, right? Read and review?