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The Romantic Language of Flowers and Food
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Flowers.
They are mother's nature beauty. Blooming in the warmth of spring, they give life to this dull planet. Their intoxicating smell enthralls the mind and their bright colors triggers a child's smile. They are the most precious plant on this earth, because they do something others cannot. They speak a language that enchants and captivates the heart.
Flowers are a romantic language.
They can speak volumes of a person or a relationship if delivered in the right way. This is something Ino knows to be true. She has grown up with the philosophy all of her life. And helping run her family's flower shop she has learned all of the flowers dialects. No other substance on this earth could parlance the depth of meaning that a flower could.
So why is her teammate saying otherwise?
"I'm not saying flowers don't mean anything Ino, I just meant that food can mean as much as flowers."
The blue-eye beauty continued to rearrange the newly trimmed jonquils. She wanted to ignore the contradiction in her husky friend's statement but knew she could not.
"Chouji, food could never mean as much as flowers. They're on a whole other level. I mean, flowers go straight to the heart while food just goes straight to the stomach."
Food is a romantic language.
Made from loving hands, the time and energy spent to combine the delicious flavors speaks vastness. The aroma, the zest, the essence can rise a variety of emotions. It's the blend of spices that can comfort the soul and bring the peaceful feeling of completion. That's what Chouji believes. That's what Chouji knows.
"My mother always said that a stomach with no food is just an empty heart."
"She probably said that to get you to eat your vegetables."
Chouji eyed his friend behind the counter. Why was she being so difficult? Why did she always have to be so difficult?
"What about chocolates? Those are considered romantic."
"Not if you want to get fat it's not. Besides, some people are allergic to chocolate."
"People are allergic to flowers too."
"True, but you can always get artificial flowers. You can't eat artificial chocolate."
Why couldn't he understand? Food just didn't have the same kind of passionate meaning as flowers did. Food was sloppy, muddled and cluttered. A simple loving thought did not come to mind when you first glance at food.
"But real food does have real meaning."
Who would buy artificial food? That loses all its value, all it's worth, all its love.
"Listen Chouji, I know you're a food-lover but you have to face it, people will never see food as anything more than something to eat."
She knew that food meant a lot to her friend, she didn't understand why it meant so much but he had to know it wasn't a universal feeling.
"And what about you Ino? Will you see it as nothing more than 'something to eat'?"
He usually didn't get into debates or have the feel to get into one, but the need to prove to Ino that he was right was overwhelming. He didn't understand why he had this burning desire just that he needed to heed it.
"Well, yes. I'm sorry Chouji, but food was made to eat not reveal the deeper meanings of one's self."
Despite her carefree nature, Ino always held firm beliefs. If she truly had faith in something there was no changing her mind.
"What if I proved you wrong?"
She had to laugh at that.
"Proved me wrong?"
"Yes. What if I proved you wrong?"
He didn't know why he was digging himself into a hole. He knew she could be as stubborn as mule. It would be difficult for him to sway her opinion, so why bother?
"And how would you go about that?"
The idea of someone trying to prove her viewpoint to be false was amusing. But she was intrigued. It wasn't like Chouji to alter someone; it made her curious why he would do so with her.
"We'll make a list."
"A list?"
"A list of everyone we know and what flower/food we think they are. If the food matches the people better than the flower meanings then you'll have to admit that I'm right."
"And if I'm right?"
"Then I'll admit that I'm wrong."
Blue and brown eyes studied each other carefully. The threat of their pride was on the line, they had to make sure that the competition could be matched.
"Deal."
One hand engulfed the other as both opponents sealed the deal with a firm handshake. Ino smiled to herself. She grew up in a flower shop, she knew everything that there is to know about the gorgeous plant. She had this. It was a sure thing.
Piece of cake.
Notice: Hey guys! As you have read this is a three-chapter InoXChouji fic. The chaps are short but I wanted them divided this way. Hopefully you all like it so far, if not tell me if it's something I can fix. Go InoXChouji! :)
Disclaimer: I'll post this once! I do NOT own Naruto. Neither Ino or Chouji get enough air time.