Author Note: Hi everybody I'm sort of new to fanfiction, and thought I'd try writing my own short story out. This is a one-shot and is based around the pairing Ino/Kagome. Yes it is yuri, and I would appreciate if you not flame me just because of that. Thank you to x0SilverFeathersx0-san for being a wonderful, kind beta, and be sure to check her stories out!

Language of Love

July 23 - July 24, 2007

"But you know Ino," murmured a soft voice, "you really deserve better than Uchiha-san." The owner of the melodic tone was bent over a stand of gorgeous flowers, bathing her lucky nose in their delicious aroma. Her blonde friend could not see her face all the way from behind the counter, and thus did not see the frown or expression of longing plastered on the raven-haired figure's features. The visiting girl who was sniffing the blossoms slowly raised her hand and gently carressed multiple petals of different hues.

Arms crossed, the blonde standing a few distances away scoffed, "I can't just let Forehead-girl win him over though!" At times Ino questioned her own reasons as to why she claimed to like—or supposedly love—Sasuke. As a child she had definitely had a note-worthy crush on him, which only grew, when Haruno Sakura her best friend, had admitted to having a big interest in him too. The Yamanaka had always been the type to get jealous easily, and the fact that her closest buddy was also vying for her man's attention… she wouldn't stand losing. Hearing footsteps coming her way, she raised her head, and getting the cash register ready, asked, "You all set, Kagome?"

The other girl nodded, a single yellow flower held nimbly in her left hand as her right reached for the money in her pocket.

"Yellow Chrysanthemum, ne. You know what that means?" Ino probed teasingly, collecting the ryou from the other kunoichi before counting and stowing it away to safety. Kagome nodded, a pinkish blush infecting her cheeks. "Secret admirer," the blonde noted dramatically.

"Anou," the Higurashi started, fidgeting. Smacking her forehead with the free hand, in one quick motion she dropped the flower in front of Ino, and sprinted out of the shop, saying, "I have to go home and make dinner—bye!"

Immensely confused, azure-colored eyes drifted down to the delicate beauty, and carefully examined it. Her fingers traced the petals, which Kagome's own had once graced. Then she smiled, and whispered, "Secret admirer, huh?"