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Chapter 2

KaiGrey

Nope, I still don't own these characters.

Warnings: This will be rated M for Yuri themes, language, alcohol use, and anything else that happens to pop up. This does not mean its heavy material (or that it's not), simply that I don't want to risk mislabeling it.

A/N: I think I'm finally getting the hang of the website. I'm sorry that chapter 2 took so long to be posted (but to be hones, I think I got it up pretty quick, with school and work and whatever else...). After the incident with chapter 1 I'm determined to get things right before posting….or, at least, not as much wrong….(yes…that sentence is soooo wrong. Exactly what I don't want in my story ;)) so, hopefully I won't be driven crazy by errors this time through. Do note, however, that if there is an error that significantly effects the story, I will take the story down. It should however be reposted the same day. (I really hope I've avoided that this time through -() ).

I want to thank everyone for the awesome reviews you left. I was surprised and honored to get so many positive responses. Keep them coming!

And a super-duper "thank you" hug to Amanda, my darling friend, who has been a huge help reading over my stories and being awesome in general. hugs

So, without any more ado Chapter 2! -

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In the time it had taken Ino to gather herself Sakura had managed to scrounge up some more liquor from her (not-so-secret) stash, and was now sitting on her bed, a bottle of rum in hand. But that was not the reason for Ino's very red face.

Sakura perked up as Ino entered and lifted the bottle in Ino's direction. "You wan' some, right? I share." She smiled and turned her attention to the glass situated between her knees. Squinting in useless concentration she began pouring the liquid into the container, gasping as she spilled numerous times on the green plaid pants she was now wearing.

Ino, meanwhile, became aware that was not, in fact, breathing. She also realized that she had better remember how quickly, or she was going to pass out.

Sakura chortled gleefully as she managed to get the glass mostly full, and only at the expense of getting the pajama bottoms mostly wet. She looked back over at Ino, throwing her the thumbs up. "Okay, piggy," she cooed, "The drinks all ready." She patted the bed next to her and an unsteady hand held out the drink. Ino, still not quite breathing, saw the drink and gratefully redirected her gaze. That cup was going to be a big help. She took the glass and sat at the edge of the bed, downing the bittersweet alcohol without tasting a drop.

Sakura grabbed the glass out of her hands and downed a glass of her own. Slowly, regaining (or maybe losing) herself, Ino addressed Sakura.

"Why…" her voice caught and she cleared it stiffly, "why aren't you wearing a top?"

Sakura's grin faded momentarily, replaced by innocent confusion. "I…don't know…I was putting it on…and…" she glanced around the room and located a blurry green mass, recognizing her white bra peeking out from underneath. "Oh," she grinned once more. "Because it's over there."

"Sakura, go put it on."

"No…nah, I don't want to."

"Sakura, put the damn shirt on." There was a hint of panic in Ino's voice this time, but Sakura remained completely unaware. She pouted before a wicked gleam came to her eye.

"I'm sorry Ino…but…I like this." She purred. The bed shook a bit and moments later something warm was pressed against Ino's back. Sakura slid her arms across Ino's neck as pushed her cheek to Ino's' own, giggling profusely, her body melting lazily to Ino's.

"What the hell do you think your doing!?" Ino shot up from the bed, shocked with the realization of what that warmth had actually been. Sakura grappled a few terrifying moments with gravity, before she was again safely balanced on the mattress. She sat, surprised, staring at the enraged blue eyes of her friend.

Ino's mind felt like it was going to explode from all the emotions and thoughts that were bombarding her, confused further by rum. God, does she think this is a joke? Or does she just need to get completely wasted to…Was this PITY!? The thought disgusted her. Why won't she just put her shirt on, I can't just…just...The thoughts blurred and expanded, turning her mind to a blank, and leaving her harshly whipping stray tears away from her face.

"I'm going home Sakura. If you need a babysitter again call… Lee or something." She swung around and made her way to the door.

"Ino." Sakura's voice was deep, harsh. It was a tone Ino had never heard before, and it froze her in front of the door. "Ino, I'm not good at…anything. You…you're always…you do everything perfect, you don't worry. I mess it up. But…" Ino could hear her rise to her feet. She was speaking quickly and slowly, alternatively, slurring words.

"I didn't know what to do with it. And it drove me crazy. The first night I thought…a drink or two wouldn't hurt. And then I saw you standing in the back. You were talking to Shikamaru. And laughing. And I knew. I knew I ruined everything. And then you brought me home. Again and again. And I thought that….that's what it should be like…" her voice stopped abruptly, as if she was only just realizing what she was saying. And that, in fact, was exactly the case.

Ino spun around, anger, embarrassment, and shame of foolish hope sharpening her tone. "Don't fuck around with me Sakura. I got your message damn clear that day. And what business is it of yours if I'm talking to Shika? You think I had no idea about you and Lee-!?"

She didn't see the flash in Sakura's eyes, or hear the low feral growl she emitted. All Ino knew was that a moment ago she was standing in front of the door, and now she was in the air, Sakura's emerald eyes flashing dangerously close to her own. Sakura had clutched the collar of Ino's shirt and spun her around, unknowly lifting her off of the floor before releasing her, letting her land on the bed. The blonde sat rigid, in awe of the power Sakura had just demonstrated…it was hot.

The thought only had a moment to horrify her before Sakura pinned her, slamming her hands down on either side of Ino, legs on either side, the strength of impact actually bouncing Ino up, before coming to an abrupt standstill. Sakura glared down at her, eyes wild from emotion and alcohol, breathing hard. Ino was effectively trapped. "Ino, I can't do things like you, damn it. I…god, I'm trying…what do I say, huh?"

Sakura paused, as though waiting for an answer. All Ino could do was stare back into her green eyes, framed by dangling pink locks, breathing in the scent of the warm sweet rum, waiting for…something. She was very aware of the girls' deadly strength, and the fact that Sakura was not in a rational state of mind. Ino briefly considered taking over Sakura's mind, but dismissed the idea quickly. With even a sip of alcohol the risk was too great, and as such, Ino was very much at the others mercy, for the time being.

"Fuck, Ino…I'm sorry." Sakura whimpered, softening her tone and lowering herself onto Ino's chest, wrapping her arms around Ino waist and nuzzling her face into the hollow of Ino's neck. This was the little girl of the past, of their childhood friendship.

Ino could not breathe again. She couldn't think. She could feel Sakura's bare chest pressing against the fabric on her own, the quick heart beats of the two seemingly competing with each other, while Sakura's hot breath spread over her skin. Her mind was reeling, and she struggled to pull her mind to noble thoughts, as a shudder began to crawl up her spine.

"I like you too, Ino." Ino felt the words, spoken to her collarbone, more than she heard them. "I really, truly do. Since…forever."

"Sakura…do you even know what your saying?" This had to stop, it hurt too much. That this was all….nothing. But she wasn't going to get hurt again. Or more than necessary. She would lock this all away; she could do that very effectively after all. Her jutsu not only gave her power in others minds, but allowed her to dramatically control her own.

"Stay here." The response was not an invitation, it was an order. God, Sakura was not going to make this any easier. "Just sleep here, I don't want to be alone."

'No, your drunk and I'm more than sick of this. I'm going home, you're going to sleep, and if I'm lucky, will both be clueless about this whole experience by tomorrow.'

That's what Ino would have said if the pink haired girl hadn't completely passed out.

She tried to peel the sleeping girl off of her but Sakura only intensified her hold.

Life really hates me, Ino sighed, realizing she would have to make an early get-away in the morning.

She maneuvered herself and Sakura under the covers of the queen bed, being very careful not to accidentally touch anything she didn't need to, trying to think of something but the warm body that lay, gently breathing, next to her. Defeated, she settled in for the rather anti-climactic finale to a very long, emotionally draining night.