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By KaiGrey
I absolutely do NOT own these characters!
Warnings: Slight Yuri (More in later chapters)
Pairing: Ino/Sakura
From the author: This is my first time a) writing a story just because b) writing Yuri c) posting online, and as such I ask for patience () I do not know the terminology for these kind of stories either, so, bear with me! I would love helpful and constructive criticism (no cussing basically…or just saying "that part was lame…" be more specific!). Right now I am testing out whether anyone is even interested in my writing, and whether it's worth it. (If no one likes I won't take up the space ;) ) I'm thinking this will only be 2, or 3 chapters, unless some crazy muse hits me. Also, if you have any ideas for the title let me know! Thank you! 3
This is revised from my previously posted story
Major apologies to those who so awesomely reviewed! Being the genius I am, I didn't realize that by re-submitting this I would be deleting your input. Feel free to leave a note again, or sit this one out. I appreciate you all the same
"He was totally looking," The green eyed girl slurred, throwing her right arm over to the blonde who already supported her left. Ino swerved trying to even out the others weight before they both went toppling to the ground.
"Sakura! Stop moving around so much. You aren't some dainty lightweight…" She dodged as the hand just recently moved to her left shoulder swung back to hit her.
"Are you calling me fat, Ino Pig!?" Sakura screamed in righteous drunken rage, anger tinting her cheeks redder.
"Watch it Sakura, the angrier you get the more apparent that ungodly sized forehead of yours becomes." It was a low blow but it quieted the barely coherent girl, making for a much calmer, though just as clumsy trip to Sakura's apartment.
Pulling the key out of Sakura's purse Ino unlocked the door and hit the light before swinging them both into the room. Apparently Sakura had recovered from the previous insult, and finally thought up a clever retort.
"Well, I may have a big forehead, but he was looking at me. Cuz….my forehead is sexy."
"God, are you still going on about that sketchy-ass, wanna-be-stalker from the bar? That's no compliment he was staring at you, just means you looked like an easy lay."
Setting the girl at the edge of the bed she abruptly turned on the lamp at the bed stand, trying desperately to avoid the look that must be on the younger girls face. She had hurt her again. She turned back to find Sakura, head bent, pink bangs covering her face.
"Don't tell me you're crying, Sakura." This was getting so old. "I'm so sick of this. How many times are you going to do this, anyway? In the last two weeks I've had to baby-sit you way too often. You're lucky I was there that first night, or knowing you you'd be raped and dead at the foot of some cliff. You can't just do this…your completely wasted almost every night. You…." Ino sighed and rubbed a hand across her forehead, attempting to calm herself down. Why even bother scolding her, Sakura wouldn't remember the whole episode come morning.
A sniffle. Oh great, if she wasn't before, she was definitely crying now. Crouching down at the foot of the bed Ino took one of the whimpering girls' hands. Sakura refused to make eye contact, pushing her chin in and turning away, though in anger or shame, Ino didn't know which.
"I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. Ever since the whole…." Guilt stopped her from going further, though the thought rang clear in her head, since the whole thing with me kissing you. This was so annoying, she knew the whole ordeal hadn't gone over too well, but it certainly couldn't be worth all this. It was just a kiss! Sure, maybe a smack on the lips from ones ex-best friend and current rival would be a bit surprising but…Sakura was a medical nin, surely a kiss took backseat to the blood and gore of her field? She took a breath and tried again. "Without missions, you've been a wreck. I hate seeing you like this." No response. Ino sighed and stood, releasing the others hand after giving it a quick squeeze. Pajamas.
Walking over to the carved wardrobe she pulled open the top drawer, withdrawing the pajama set she had gotten Sakura for her birthday last year. She paused as she looked at the green plaid, losing herself in thought about that day. They had been walking out in the woods, Sakura rambling about one thing then another when Ino had done something incredibly stupid. She couldn't help it. With the wind blowing Sakura's short pink locks all over and her flushed smile, was there anyone who could have? Simple as could be she had stopped, grabbed Sakura hand and kissed her. Chaste and pure, albeit a bit to long to be all together innocent. The moment she had done it Ino knew she had lost her mind. The medical nin was going to pummel her, heal her, and then pummel her again. She had pulled back slowly, wary of the potential attack. Sakura stared at her silent and wide eyed. Now that, that scared Ino even more than the threat of a thorough beat down. But the situation had dissipated as suddenly as it was created when Sakura turned her face down and continued walking, picking up her story from before. Ino followed, relieved, and the two had seemingly forgotten it since.
Except… Ino hadn't.
"Ino?" Sakura's whispered voice questioned. Ino sighed and turned around. Nothing she could do right now but help Sakura, get her to bed, leave the hangover remedy as usual and a snippy note as to her behavior from the night before and as to how much Sakura owed her.
"Put these on," she sat at the bed, handing the clothes over to Sakura who eyed them, baffled.
"Put on green? Like…" she giggled at some obscure joke and lay back. "I don't know…No. No, I can't."
"Would you like another set?"
"No, no I want Ino pigs present!" came the panicked response. This is ridiculous, Ino thought, closing her eyes, desperately grabbing at the last bits of patience she possessed.
"Help me?" the meek request came, muffled by the twist of clothes the Sakura had managed to wrap herself in while apparently trying to change. Ino started and reddened at the sight before regaining her composure. Sakura was really ridiculous when she was drunk. The girls black tank managed to get halfway off before twisting and jamming an arm up by her ear, the light peach over shirt had been pushed off her shoulders, rather than pulled over her head, pooling around her stomach. Her free arm swung hopelessly between, trying to figure out what it should do in its drink produced confusion.
"God, Sakura. Don't hurt yourself."
"Ino…I can't get out. And breathe…I can't breathe…air."
Ino sighed annoyed (or embarrassed, she didn't care enough to decide which) before resigning herself to helping the mass of squirming clothes. Pulling the tank top off Ino blushed, unable to help the thoughts the flooded her mind as she saw Sakura sitting there, as though there was nothing going on, watching her fumble to yank off the over shirt as well. Sakura stood then, focusing on her jeans for awhile before giving a frustrated sigh and facing Ino.
"The button," she sighed, pointing out the obstinate thing with disdain.
Ino couldn't breathe.
"Ino…." Sakura's breath was a husky, confused murmur, way too close as she leaned in to get a clearer view of Ino's face. "You 'kay? Your all red….?"
This really was too much. "Sakura, I'm not unbuttoning your pants." Thank god the other was too drunk to notice the odd note in her voice.
"Ino--," Sakura's voice turned into a pouty whine. "Just unbutton them…I can't."
Ino huffed, indignant at the berating tone in Sakura's voice. She was not some…child. Here she was helping the damn girl! Beet red, she turned her attention to the offending clothing piece. God, why were buttons so hard to friggin' maneuver. Finally getting it free after what seemed forever she stood abruptly.
"Change by the time I'm back." She ordered, head down, as she moved quickly to the bathroom.
Honestly, what is this, Ino growled silently, splashing cool water on her face. Of all the times she had brought the inebriated Sakura home this was something new. What exactly had she been drinking. It was like every second she was saying, "I'm cute and defenseless, have your way with me." Ino blushed fiercely again and continued splashing the cold water. Finally under control, more or less anyway, she stood up straight and rested her hands on the counter, pointedly ignoring the mirror. She couldn't look at herself right now. It was bad enough she had to deal with drunk Sakura, who alone was a exhausting case, but adding the fact that she was damn near in love with her, rejected, and ignoring everything….no, she didn't need to see her pathetic face as well.
Ino rubbed her hand across her face once before deciding to call it a night. Just tuck the beast in, leave it medicine and go the fuck home. Screw the note. She swung the door open, took a few resigned yet determined steps and then came to a jolting halt.
What the hell.
