Wow! Two storys in twenty-four hours! A new record! This is a gift for a friend of mine named Maddie! I was in school one day and I started to think about her and she really likes Sai, so I wrote a fic about her and Sai. She's Ino. So yeah! Enjoy!

She was very open and full of life; always bouncy and bubbly! Even as she moved, whether it be dodging shrunken, or running away from an angry Sakura; her platinum blond hair stayed in that high pony tail perfectly. The total opposite of him; who was quiet, emotionless, and rather cold.

What attracted him to her is still a mystery, even to him. Yet Sai looked at his blank canvas and all he could think about was her beautiful face being on there. After pondering for several moments on weather or not he should paint her he picked up his paintbrush and skillfully started to paint.

Using his photographic like memory, he painted her doing what she did best; smiling. Something he rarely did himself. Painting with graceful strokes in almost a dancing motion he was soon happily painting away, blissfully unaware of the time.

Hours later he had finished his painting of her; of Ino; and not a moment after finishing; an ANBU appeared outside his window and told him that the Hokage had summoned him. He nodded grabbed his painting gear and was gone.

Not five minuets after he left, a certain blond came running up stairs of the apartment building and started banging on the door.

"Hey Sai! Are you home?!" She called as pounded on his door with her small fists. No reply. Slightly discouraged but still determined she grabbed at the handle only to find it was unlocked. Upon entering her blue eyes widened slightly and then she walked in. She knew he was a great artist, but she didn't expect to see a painting herself, staring right back at her.

"Oh." She breathed and walked up to it and inspected it carefully, taking in every little detail. Under the canvas the title read "Ino". She blushed and she knew for sure that the man she loved loved her in return.

Yet to her dismay she found out later that day he would be away. For how long he would be away, she did not know.

Returning to her home, she grabbed a pen and an empty card. She wrote a quick note to leave it on his bed. Nothing much. Just a little note saying she liked him too, and that she loved the painting.

Satisfied, she left, tossing her pen on her bed. Skillfully making her way to his apartment, Ino slipped inside and quietly left the note on his pillow.

Looking around one last time, silently admiring his work, she slipped away into the darkness.

A few weeks later, he returned home to find a note on his pillow. He opened it cautiously; inside, in pretty feminine hand writing, it read;

"I'm sorry I missed you. I meant to talk to you before you left, but I apparently you had already left. By the way, you might want to lock your doors before you leave next time.

I loved that painting in your room!"

He looked it over puzzled, because although the handwriting was pretty, he had no idea whose handwriting it was, because whoever wrote it forgot to sign their name.

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