On beautiful days like today, when the sun is shining brightly high above in the clear blue sky, (but there's a light and gentle breeze that swims through the air to keep it cool) – you would think one might wake up to hear birds chirping at the window.

Lulling (in bird speak) the beautiful tune of Mother Nature, for all to hear.

However as soon as Sasuke opened his eyes, he wished to close them again, if birds were singing they were drowned out by Ino's monstrous snoring.

"What the hell is she? Only beasts make that noise," grumbled Sasuke, sitting up. One knee was drawn up to his chest, his arm draped over it (while he leaned back on the other [arm]) tiredly as he fought to wake up. Despite not being forced to sleep on the floor last night, his body still ached all over. Looking down at the scrapes and bruises, his brow twitched.

Figures, as much of a hellion as she was awake – Ino was a violent sleeper as well. "Definitely not human."

Pushing himself out of the bed, the Uchiha decided that it would be best if he completed his own morning routine before rousing the Yamanaka from slumber, mostly because he feared what might happen to him.

The titled floor sent a cool crisp feeling tingling up his legs, causing the hairs to prick in awareness. Stretching absentmindedly he headed towards the bathroom, the door clicked softly behind him as the sound of running water smothered out the sounds of Ino's sleep.

If only I could smother her instead.

Obsidian orbs bored into the back of the closet dully, disgust etched on the Uchiha's face. Gone were his usual drab, black attire (including all articles that imprinted his clan symbol) and in its place was something more of Suna's tastes, or rather...

"A bloody toga? I'll fucking kill Gaara, him and his sick sense of humor!" Spat Sasuke, staring at the light blue cloth in distain. And further more – it was so not his color.

A crisp knock at the door, sadly interrupted the last Uchiha's plans to burn down the city of Suna in all of their toga-loving glory.

Growling in disgust, Sasuke turned his attention away from the offending garments hanging oh-so-innocently in his closet. (Honestly what man, in his right mind would wear something like that? Oh right, girly men… Sasuke now looked at the Kazekage in a whole new perspective.)

Stomping towards the door with his usual scowl in place, he undid the bolt before swinging open the door with ease. There on the other side was a trembling pubescent-acne-ridden teen, who might have also been a bell-boy, if his uniform was anything to go by. Observation filed away, Sasuke settled the boy with a perfected Uchiha (level two) glare. The result was the bellboy's near wetting of himself.

'What?'

'A-ano… on behalf of the hotel we at, Sandstorm Oasis, have brought you and your lovely wife to be breakfast in b-bed,' explained the teen, his knees knocking together terribly in his small fit.

Narrowing his eyes at the implication of his sentence, Sasuke sighed. After all he did still have a mission to complete – if the threat of paperwork meant anything. 'Very well, my fiancée is still sleeping but I'm sure this will be a lovely surprise for her.' Shuffling to the side, the bellboy made quick work of pushing the cart into the room and setting up the small table on the balcony for two.

Done in a matter of minutes, the employee re-entered the main room, his gaze wandering over to Ino's still form – a pillow was carelessly covering her face, making it look like she had grabbed Sasuke's pillow in her sleep and placed it there. Ahem.

It looked a tad strange but did wonders for blocking out the foghorn-like snores. In fact the noise had been reduced to sound like wheezing or gasping. A much better improvement, if Sasuke did say so himself.

'Um, is she alright?' asked the bellboy in concern.

Snorting, Sasuke shrugged. He doubted an earthquake could defeat the blonde kunoichi.

'Sir it sounds like she's dying, maybe –'

Maybe she was…

'Boy, why are you ogling my fiancée – looking for something you can't have?'

'W-what?'

'Unbelievable! We come to this country hoping to make a better life for ourselves and this is the respect we get! Hotel employees trying to start scandalous affairs with their guests! We are to be married in no less than a three months… and you – how dare you! Just wait till the manager hears about this, no the press!' Shouted Sasuke, waving his arms dramatically about, puncturing every word he said.

The poor boy looked about to cry.

'I'm sorry –'

'I don't want to hear your excuses you filthy dog! We love another you hear! I won't tolerate your blatant disrespect of the love of my life anymore! You lewd coward!' With a haggard deep breath, Sasuke squared his shoulders, taking a step forward. His target in question let out a shrill womanly cry as he darted past Sasuke and out the door as if his life depended on it.

So maybe he let off a tiny amount of killer intent. So what.

Smirking, the Uchiha closed the door – flipping the bolts back in place with ease. Turning towards the balcony, Ino's raspy gasp halted him in his step. With a sigh, he made a beeline towards the bed and measly flipped the pillow off her face. Even in sleep, without knowing she might have been choking, Ino took in a deep gush of air – filling her lungs to the brim. Only to let it all out a second later as a deep, guttural, snore.

Sasuke's eye twitched as he watched the painting above their bed shift out of place. Pssh, only a demon can manage something so scary. (And he should know, he was after all Naruto's teammate once upon a time.)

With his good deed done for the day, Sasuke strolled out onto the balcony, hands in his pockets as he took a seat. The boy had done a good job with the set up so quickly, setting everything in place for two and even added a decorative floral arrangement in the middle. It was something Ino might have appreciated with her family business back home and all. However the Uchiha could care less as he took the extra plate, meant for his companion and pushed it into the bin at the bottom of the cart for dirty dishes. All the more for him – a growing boy needs to eat lots you know.

With something akin to a smile, Sasuke filled his plate to the brim and dug in. Even with Ino's battle-cries from the bedroom – he had to admit; today was looking like a good day.

It was 10 o'clock when Ino woke up from her slumber. And Sasuke was sure, that all of Suna knew it as well.

'I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ATE IT ALL!' screeched the blonde hellion as she stormed around the room flinging the covers this way and that, while making the bed. Which Sasuke didn't quite comprehend, as they had room service to do that once they vacated for the day.

'I was hungry.'

'And you couldn't save me anything?'

'I thought I was being considerate, by not letting you eat something cold and all that.'

It was a poor defense, and neither of them bought it. Scowling darkling at him, Ino turned on her heel and stormed into the bathroom; making sure to slam the door, not once, but twice.

'Hn.'

The rest of the morning went in relative silence, Ino still too pissed to really hold up a decent argument. (In which they did try, but she usually just dissolved into growling instead of forming coherent words.)

There was a brief time, when they were getting ready, that the blonde had stopped her fit, when Sasuke had walked out of the bathroom dressed in a toga. One look on the kouchhi's face – a lit with mirth, had the male walking right back into the bathroom and slamming the door.

At least Ino waited until her partner was out of the room before collapsing in peels of laughter.

Upon exiting the bathroom for a second time, Sasuke Uchiha, was now dressed in his dirty clothes from yesterday. (Which did not smell of sweat and grim, as Uchiha's do not lower themselves to sweat so profusely enough to cause a stench – though Ino might tell you otherwise.)

The blonde heathen, was innocently sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her partner to finish pretty-fying himself so they could leave to catch a late breakfast for her, and in the ignorant bastards case, lunch.

Casually glancing at the dark haired ninja, Ino felt the corners of her mouth quiver. Sasuke had sadly forgone the toga, and was dressed in his usual dreary exterior that only he managed to pull off. (Seeing anyone else would have been asked if they were attending a funeral.) Having already decided to be the better person out of the two of them, Ino had not continued with her previous ire from before her laugh attack and simply let bygones be bygones.

That did not mean she would not pick fun at the Uchiha though.

'Hey Sasuke-kun, I liked your dress – how come your not wearing it anymore?'

Ino promptly had to dodge a barrage of kunai and shuriken that embedded into the wall – Godaime was not going to like the repair costs of this mission. Grinning wolfishly from her hiding spot on the other side of the bed, Ino dared to peek at the sullen teen.

As she predicted he was glaring heatedly at her, standing in the bathroom doorway with his arms folded crossly over his chest. If she pushed just a little more, he might actually explode and that was something Ino would have liked to see. Paperwork, be damned.

Opening her mouth to follow up with something fowl – her words were cut off by a several crisp, even knocks on the door. It followed in a sort of a pattern that both shinobi picked up right away. Standard code in their home village and being as there were both stationed in Suna that certainly limited the number of possible ninja it could be.

Ino stilled as she came to the only feasible conclusion of who was on the other side of the door.

Sasuke, though tempted to see his partner suffer, also knew she wouldn't be answering the door anytime soon – if the dark scowl that had overtaken her features was anything to go by. With a sigh he unhooked his arms and made his way to the door, not sparing the blonde a glance.

'Nara,' greeted the Uchiha politely as he opened the door for the konoha delegate.

Returning the gesture, Shikamaru stepped inside the hotel room before the door was firmly closed once again. Sasuke watched as the other male eyed the kunai in the wall with a tight frown. Probably debating if it was worth the headache to report to the Hokage, or not.

'Care to explain your presence in our hotel room?' quipped Ino politely, yet firm, from her position – now seated once again on the bed. 'It would not do well for a young couple, vacationing from another city – with no prior connection to Suna, to suddenly be visited by one of the Kazekage's trusted men.'

Shikamaru eyed the blonde in quiet thought, something akin to concern in his expression before it disappeared and the shadow nin pulled out a cigarette from the pack in his jounin vest. Ino merely scowled at the gesture, but said nothing as the man lit it, taking in a deep drag.

Sasuke settled for watching, knowing when it was his turn to sit on the sidelines. With a traditional smirk, he leaned against the back of the door, arms folded in front of him, effectively blocking off one of the two escape routes. Ino's position though suggesting comfort, was just a front as she was more than able to leap from bed to the balcony in a matter of milliseconds to cut off the other escape route, if need be. They might be from the same village, but that didn't mean they could jeopardize the mission.

Shikamaru noticed this as well, and let his defenses drop – no use riling up two anbu-leveled ninja when there wasn't any reason. 'Kazekage-sama, wanted me to inform you that though you have his permission to operate within suna's walls, he wants you to know that any casualties of this mission will be put on your heads, or more specifically Konoha's.'

Ino snorted, as if she hadn't figured that out for herself already. Stupid Shikamaru, and his know-it-all brain.

'Is that all?'

Shaking his head, Shikamaru tapped his cigarette against the bedside table, letting the ashes crumble against the wood, marring it. Ino watched this all in silent fascination, as her former teammate brought the stick back to his lips and inhaled. It was so different from watching Asuma-sensei years ago.

'Hokage-sama also wanted me to express the delicate situation that this mission boarded on. Yes, Takumi-san is a merchant dealing with Konoha but he is a citizen of Suna as well. Any slips up, and we could have an international war on our hands – as much as I am sure Kazekage-sama would try to pacify that. He also has to keep his people happy, if you get my meaning,' expressed Shikamaru, flicking his cigarette again.

'Therefore the Hokage has requested that you report everything to me, to keep her updated as well as the Kazekage. If things get too complicated, such as the target slips into a loop-hole where we can't precede then the Kazekage will send his ninja to intervene and apprehend the situation. Understood?'

Simple enough; or it would be if being in the same room with the very person you were to report to didn't have the effect of nails on a chalk board.

'Understood,' repeated Ino hollowly. Swiftly standing, she grabbed her purse from its place and made a beeline for the door. Sasuke said nothing, as he moved to the side and watched her leave.

'Anything you want to add, Uchiha?' called out Shikamaru as he put out the last of his cigarette, dropping the butt in offered ashtray on the bedside table.

Sparing the shadow user a leveled stare, the Uchiha remained silent before lifting his hands to perform a jutsu. In a plume of smoke, Shikamaru was left standing alone in a hotel room not even his own.

'Heh, how troublesome.'

Fin. 03

So it was just really snippets of the couple's morning, nothing much – still no action taking place, I had a quarter of this chapter typed up a while ago, and came across it again to finish it. So sorry if it seems a tad choppy, hope you still like it tho! And we just give up on apologizing to all our readers for the long never-updating-ness we do… it's our way as a ninja! Ha! … uh yeah but sorry.

And um… we get to see a bit of Sasuke's homicidal monologue-ing self… that we all love and adore. Kinda makes you see how fitting he is to be Ino's partner… somewhat.

Um I guess If there`s anyone who wants to be a beta out there for us that would be tre wonderful, we read the first two chapters again and holy wholes. So much bad grammar – gah. So yeah, I guess I need a beta reader for grammar mostly, spell check can get most of the wrong words I suppose. And um… I am in love with sentence fragments… improper wording, run-on sentences, purposely misspelling, making up words, adding unneeded letters and endings to already words… you know the type of person that English teachers loath! So if you can put up with that, as well as keep some of it – cause some of those made up words are really cool, then you`re hired! XD