A/N: I probably shouldn't even consider writing a new story, because with my track record, I have a hard enough time updating the ones I already have. Buuuuut I couldn't get this one out of my mind. Also, this fic is rated T, but if it does get more graphic in future chapters (it shouldn't but you never know) I'll give you a heads up if it becomes mature. Anywho enjoy!

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. The plot is hopefully an interesting twist on a story in a rather stereotypical and highly unoriginal setting. Since this is the case I think it would be best if it was kinda Crackie, but I will try my best to make it well written Crack…kinda like a satire of fan fiction…hopefully.

Prologue

Hell Hath No Furry, Like A Woman's Scorn

I spent 113880 hours (approx 13 years) of my life wanting it. I probably spent a grand total of 5000 hours begging for it. I worked 20 hours for 30 weeks a year for 3 years totaling to 1800 hours at my parent's flower shop for it. And I relentlessly searched magazine after magazine to find it (approximately 876 hours). All this while looking perfect, being co captain of the volleyball team and one of the top girls in the entire school. Being only 16 and an uprising sophomore in high school, that makes me pretty awesome.

Now I have my red convertible. More specifically a red convertible Maserati. She's not new, made in 2002 and was previously own by some rich businessman, but hey she was in great shape and cost me a fortune.

I love this car with its V-8 engine, sleek design and quick acceleration rate (I have this need for speed). I love it more than any of my friends (not saying too much actually), more than most of my family members (says a little bit more), more than flowers (says quite a bit more because I have a passion for botany) and I even love it more than my favorite pair of Louis Vuitton pumps (you know that means something).

I would kill for that car. I would go to hell and back for it. Which, I'm very pissed to say, is now what I'm going to have to do after what I found this morning.

"Temari I have a favor to ask you."

I was going to have to make a deal with the devil.

"No Ino, I told you before, I can't get you a discount price on gas for that car of yours."

She was the only person with not only the resources….

"No, not that, although it does involve my baby."

Not only was going in that direction….

"I want to go to Konoha with you."

Not only had the drive to take on such a challenge….

"I also need you to get me into Bushi Academy."

"Hokay now I'm really curious. What does your car have to do with Bushi?"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to her.She opened it, scanned and laughed. She laughed harder than the time this drunk guy tried to grab her ass and accidentally grabbed the ass of another man.

"Oh Ino, you poor dear, of course I'll help you, hahaha."

But also had the sick twisted sense of humor that I love…most of the time… to make this all possible.

"Don't worry leave everything to me," She said handing the note back.

I was worried, but not because of the mission I was about to embark on, but because my baby was in danger.

My Name is Yamanaka Ino and my car was stolen by a certain miserable self-proclaimed "artist". And he will suffer my wrath. Don't worry Masi! Mommy's coming!

There you go please read and review! I'll give you a cookie J