Chap 3 :) is up and you're about to read it. I hope you like the story so far… well, I'll stop babbling and let you get to reading :)

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Recap: "Deidara smiled determinedly and turned to continue on his journey. There are only 20,000 students on campus; it couldn't be too hard to find a pink haired girl."

Digging through her purse, yet again, looking for her schedule of classes that she printed out.

"Ugh, why don't you get a smaller purse? Or at least have folders in that monster!"

"I like this purse, Forehead, and how dorky would it be to have folders in a purse. Oh yeah, just as dorky as the one who suggested it."

"Well at least I wouldn't spend five minutes trying to find Kami knows what, Ino-pig."

"Aha! Found it!"

"Your schedule? Good, now we can-"

"No, my favorite lip gloss." The pinkette smacked her forehead. "You know, if you keep doing that, I really could paint a picture on that billboard." Obviously Ino won that round but before Sakura could let her hurt feelings known the blonde waved a paper in her friends face. "See, no need for a different purse."

They finally got to the end of the yard and crossed the main street on campus into the academy.

"So what classes are you taking?"

"Applied Social Psychology, Attitudes and Persuasion, Health Fitness & Exercise, Nutrition, and that general area. I knew I wanted to be in the mind aspect, but I also wanted to minor in general health. Meaning exercise and eating right. And before you ask what job I'd get from that education, I don't know yet, but apparently the more advanced you get options open."

"Okay, well the medical area is near your nutrition class," she determined by comparing the two schedules. "And neither of us will be too pissed that the other woke up too early because we have 8 AM's every day. We should start on the left side. It's shorter and we have a few classes that way."

The pair started on the left and made their way through the other overly prepared freshmen walking about. Map in hand, the best friends were on the last class in the varsity gym.

"Ugh, it smells like Naruto and Kiba combined after their intense work outs."

"Kami! Sucks for you to have a class here."

"Hopefully it's not this bad every day."

Just as Ino finished her wish the gym doors opened and the basketball team of hot sweaty guys came out laughing with shirts hanging on their necks. Each had chiseled chests, perfect abs, and to die for arms. Sakura had died and gone to heaven. Wiping the drool from her cheek, the pinkette winked flirtatiously to one of the passing players while Ino rolled her eyes.

"I change my mind, you have the best classes EVER!" she squealed.

"Yeah, if you can get past the BO."

"That's not BO! That's the essence of manly musk."

"No. It's definitely BO."

Sakura sighed at her friend's unfortunate sense of reality. "Let's check out the rest of this place! I wonder if the swim team is practicing," she waggled her eyebrow.

"Can we please just find my class? This place reeks."

"Swimmers only smell like chlorine," she pouted. "And they wear less then you in the showers."

"Shut up, just because I don't like being provocative unlike you. You waltz down the hallway in nothing but a bra and thong."

"I would never wear just a thong in the hallway! I at least put on robe."

"That's see through… Come on. I think my class is at the end." 'Two me, Zero Pinky. Hm, the blonde guy has a way with nicknames.'

"Ino! Iiinnnooo! Hello!" the pinkette waved her hand in front of her face. "We're here. It's in a defense room right?"

"Yeah," they glanced through the plexiglass. The room was wall to wall blue matted with a dumbbell rack in the corner, step-up 3000's stacked next to it, and yoga balls on plastic pipeline shelves.

"Ahem. Why does it seem that we keep bumping into each other?"

"Asuma-san! We-we're just trying to find our classes."

"In the gym?"

Ino pointed to the matted room and replied matter of factly, "Yeah, I'm taking a fitness class."

"So, you're in my class?"

"Eh? Your last name is Sarutobi?"

"Ino, I'm hurt, you don't even know your own godfather's full name!"

"Sheesh Ino! How do you not know a hot-handsome guy's name that's in your life?"

"I've always called him Asuma-san and jokingly sensei when he taught me some self-defense for an eight year old."

"Well ladies, I must be going. I have places to be." With that, Asuma strolled out the gym with a cigarette in mouth and his Zippo in hand.

"I'll be eight again to learn from him," Sakura checked his ass. "Mhhmmm. I'd definitely be eight again."

"You're creepy, you know that right?"

"Ino," she complained, "you never have any fun! This is fate telling you that you two are meant to be! It would be romantic to have a teacher student scandal! Could you imagine…"

'She continues to babble. I don't understand why she'd think Asuma-ku-san would be interested in me. He wants someone his own age, not my parents'. Plus, I bet he has some hot fiancé that he found at the gym. It's impossible that he doesn't work out with those muscles. Wait. Woah. No! No, no, no. I'm not even over my last boy friend. There's no way that I'd fall for him. Listen to me. Last boyfriend?'

"Ino? You in there? Sheesh, that's the second time today."

Ino's eyebrow to twitch and her hand clenched into a fist.

"Honestly, Pig, if you keep spacing out everyone will really think blondes are air heads-OW!" she stuck her lip out.

"Oh sorry, I was giving your head a high five," she innocently smiled. "Anyways, I just remembered that we need some food and we don't know when the store will close. So stop pouting so we can go to the store."

"Fine."

Sakura swaggered out of the gym with her nose pointed in the air like Ino hadn't just smacked her. Not only was it a complete fail attempt to look sassy, a passing swimmer scoffed with Ino before she followed her friend out.

'Wow, she's right. Swimmers don't smell…'

-At the Store-

Sakura carried around the red plastic basket and examined the apples while Ino was walking over with two mini watermelons. The pair was figuring out that everywhere you go there are always hot guys strutting around. Ino held to two melons up and was about ask Sakura if they could afford them when a sexy jock called to them.

"Hey cuties, there's fuckin' party that's gonna kick ass tonight after sundown at Pi Kappa Phi house! It's on the corner of Namikaze Blvd. Ya better fuckin' be there!"

"Oh. Kay." Sakura said breathlessly.

"Check you later," he looked them twice over while he walked away, "you sexy minxes."

"OhmyKami! Please can we go?!"

"No."

"Didn't you see his sexy violet eyes and his silver hair? We have to go!"

"No."

"Please! You'll have a fun time and everyone will be there. Do you really want to spend the night alone?"

"N-no… I guess we can go…"

"Yes! You won't regret this!"

"Keep your voice down, Billboard, we're still in a grocery store."

'Three Ino, Zero Sakura. Cheya! I'm so on a role.'

-Time Skip to the Party-

Strutting what he mamma gave her, Sakura cat walked down the sidewalk with an annoyed Ino trailing behind. Yet again, her swagger caught eyes but only for its complete failure. Who knew her hips wouldn't break from twitching so hard. Their walk down the street towards the only house booming with music at the end of the street wasn't far and the walk, more like strut twitch for Sakura, inside was followed by cat calls and "HEEEY BABY!". The party had already spilled out into the yard and Ino instantly became nervous once they crossed the threshold.

Pulling down her mini skirt that her "so called best friend" talked her into, Ino glared at all the men's cat calls and Sakura just gleamed in pleasure. Ino could only think she was wishing Sasuke could see her now. Too bad he was already watching her entrance from the upper level.

The house was huge and far too elegant for the buzz drinking, ass grinding, and deep pounding bass beat. The two levels were separated by a long staircase that forked halfway into the second level. White railings kept the drunks from stumbling from the open second floor and the commoners from the VIPs.

Weaving through the dancing crowds, Sakura spotted the hottie from the store talking to a group of guys near an opened doorway. Twitching her way past the group playing "stuck up", the silver haired man stopped in the middle of his conversation to check her out. Besides her breaking her back with the awful swagger, the pinkette looked hot.

Her hair was in a messy ponytail, her legs elongated by the little black dress and hot red pumps, and her eyes illuminated by the event's excitement. Hidan glided over to the pink haired beauty with a sexy smile plastered on his face. The rest of the group checked her out as their friend led her to the dance floor.

The beat suddenly sped up and Sakura's hip matched the tempo. The violet eyed male grabbed her waist and pulled it hard against his crotch. Feeling his hard on up against her thigh, Sakura held back a moan and out of no where the beat stopped. People started complaining to the over music but "shh's" calmed the crowd as two men walked oppositely down the forked stairs. Meeting at the joining platform, the pair turned towards the crowd and waited for complete silence.

"Sasuke?" Sakura whispered.

"No, cutie, that's Itachi, the little shit's older brother. He's the president of the whole fuckin' thing. And the blue haired piece of ass next to him is Kisame, the VP. "

"Oh… What's your name by the way?"

"You can call me, Hidan," he grinned.

"Thank you all for coming tonight," his silky voice filled the room with power. "Do enjoy your stay and don't worry about breaking anything, it's no problem."

Chuckles filled the room along with whoops and hollars and Sakura's face instantly turned to confusion.

"Why would he not worry about people trashing this place?"

"Cause, my minx, he gets to chew out any of the dumb shits that tries. You can't tell me you've never heard of an Uchiha's wrath." Before the pinkette could respond, the beat started up again and Hidan already had her rockin'.

Ever since Ino had been left alone she wondered through the crowds in search of a drink. Itachi interrupted her right as she spotted a cooler and a table with refreshments. Finally he ended and the blonde wove through the drunks only to find that each drink had some type of alcohol. The beauty deadpanned and found her way to a barstool a little ways from the refreshment table.

"Hey, is it possible to get a virgin pinacolada?" she asked without looking.

"Hey! It's you from the yard, un. I never did get either of your names, yeah."

"Hm?" she recognized the bartender from earlier. "Well I guess you still won't know. It looks like your "Pinky" forgot about you," she nodded towards Sakura's direction.

"Well art does go out with a bang, un. Wanna be my new masterpiece?"

"Che. Trust me. You don't wanna get mixed up with me," she sipped her drink.

"Why's that? You're definitely a worthy muse, yeah."

"Muses should inspire happy feelings. I'm too screwed up for that," she smiled.

"Aren't we all, yeah?"

"Yeah, if your high school sweetheart was killed protecting you, we all would be as bad as me."

"Wow. That's harsh, yeah. You sure you wanted that to be virgin, un?"

"Yeah, I'm not into the drugs, smoking, or alcohol."

"So what do you do for fun, yeah?"

"I don't really know wh- GET YOUR SLIMY HANDS OFF MY ASS!" she whipped around to come face to face with Kiba. "Mutt what do you think you're doing?!"

"Heh, Ino-chaaan, your shmexy ass was callin' to meh. Come on, lighten up! Come back to my room and I'll show ya a good time!"

"Kiba," she said with tears in her eyes, "get away you-you bastard!" She threw her drink in his face and ran out the house.

"Man, I know this is a party and all, but she seems like she knows you, yeah?"

"Yeah, we've known each other since we're six. She's always been that smokin'," he grinned.

"What about the dead boyfriend, un?" That sobered him up.

"Shit!" he ran out of the house after her. "Ino! Ino! I'm sorry! Where are you?!"

"Oi, Kiba, why are you yellin' for Ino?"

"Naruto, I'm stupid."

"Yeah… we all know that… Man, you reek of booze!"

"No I mean- you know you're really not one to talk!"

"Shut up. I got in here without being weight listed, aaaannnd I haven't had a drink once tonight."

"There's no time for this shit. I just hit on her and I'm drunk as hell. But I need to find her."

"No," he glared at him. "Leave her alone. I'll go find her. You can't be caught drinking or you'll be cut from the team. Just stay here, stop drinking, and sober up."

Naruto headed down the street towards her dorm figuring she'd want to be alone. The night was quiet due to it being late and a lot of people being at the party, but the deep bass still rumbled in the ground. Hearing muffled sobs, Naruto peeked around a tree to see Ino crying on a bench. His eyes melted in sorrow as he walked to the curled up girl.

'It just wasn't fair. She was still a little girl, we were still kids, and he was even younger at heart than any of us. Shit Kiba, what the hell did you do?'

Gathering the blonde in his arms, he let her cry into his chest while he rubbed her back in circles. After awhile her sobs slowly turned into harsh hiccups and Naruto shushed her soothingly while whispering calming words into her ear. She raised her head and rubbed her puffy red eyes to look at her friend.

"Hey, everything's going to be alright. I'll walk you back to your dorm, kay?"

She meekly nodded and climbed off the bench. Naruto stood by her side and offered her his elbow. A sob chuckle sounded from the petite blonde at her could-be brother's antics. Walking through the changing autumn trees instead of the sidewalk, Naruto calmed her by keeping her company on a long walk. Arriving at her dorm entrance Ino turned to her savior friend and thanked him for coming to her rescue.

"No problem, Ino. You know how much I love the secret hero scene," he winked making her chuckle.

"No, you just can't stand seeing people upset."

"True, but seriously Ino, it's really no big deal. I'd do it any time."

"Arigato… again," she walked into her dorm leaving him to his thoughts.

Hurrying back to the party to grab Kiba, Naruto couldn't take his mind off of what his mutt friend said to mess her up that badly. Ino's a strong girl and it seriously takes a blow to heart to knock her down. Before the blonde knew it, Naruto was in the frat house scanning the crowds for his dumb ass friend. He spotted his friend and started through the crowd when someone grabbed his wrist. Instanly he recognized the pale hand and clenched his teeth.

"Teme, I don't have time for your shit."

"You know, I find it hard to believe you'd treat the president of a possible future fraternity with such mannerisms."

"Itachi-kun," the blonde turned with bright eyes and nuzzled his nii-san.

"Hello, Naruto-kun," he smirked. "Now what's wrong?"

"Kiba got drunk and hit on Ino. I don't really know the extent of it, but I had to spend my night calming her down and walked her back. Now I just want to grab Kiba before me gets himself kicked off the team and sleep."

"Itachi-san, is the gaki's friend bothering you, un?"

"No, Dei, not at all," he smiled without taking his eyes off the younger blonde. "I saw you with the blonde at the bar, what happened?"

"That ass invited her into his bed, un," he snarled.

"I'll kill him."

"Naruto-kun, stop. Get Kiba and leave. There's nothing to do."

"Fine," he grumbled.

"So, Itachi," the blonde smirked, "Bright Eyes?"

"Hn."

Itachi strolled back to the VIP area without any dent in his Uchiha pride. Oh he wanted Naruto, but it wasn't going to be that simple.

-Time Skip. Classes Start! Next Morning-

Shika's P.O.V.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Get the fuck up, Nara!"

"SHUT THAT DAMNED ALARM OFF! I HAVE A FUCKING HANG OVER!"

'Shit. Why the hell did I get an 8 AM class? Move hand. Turn the damned thing off.'

BEEP! BEEP! BEE-

A hundred plastic and metal pieces fell to the ground and around the bedside table.

"I said, get the fuck up."

The Nara peeked out of one eye and met a very cranky Uchiha.

"Heh, nice hair."

"Shut up." The raven's hair was up half way in a small spiky ponytail.

"I must admit, I do miss the bangs."

"Fuck you."

The cranky raven stormed out of the Nara's room to grab some coffee.

'I could totally make some money with a pic like that. Ah well, too troublesome.'

The lazy ass man finally pulled himself out of bed only to step on a plastic shard.

'Fuck Sasuke. You so owe me a new radio.'

After getting over the pain of a plastic piece jammed in his foot, Shikamaru hopped on one foot into the bathroom and sat on the side of the tub to pull out the plastic. The brunette seethed in pain and stuck his foot under the tub faucet to rinse off the blood. Slipping out of his shorts and boxers, Shikamaru got all the way in his shower and turned the heat up. Ten minutes passed while he did various things: wash his hair, doze off a bit, relieve himself, and wash his body. (A/N: I said various not pleasant.)

Dressing himself in light wash jeans with a few rips and a dark green tee, Shikamaru walked out into the living area where only Sasuke was awake.

Sasuke was wearing a crimson bandana over his bed head hair and was dressed in black mesh shorts with a matching beater.

"Nice bandana," the brunette smirked.

Sasuke was wearing a plain crimson bandana over his bed head, a black beater, and black mesh shorts.

"Shut up."

"You keep saying that," he yawned. Grabbing some coffee he sat down at the island table that separated the kitchen from the living room. He filched a pear from the fruit bowl and took a bite. "Running your daily mile?"

"Hn."

"Troublesome. I'll get to it later…"

"Sure," he raised his eyebrow.

The brunette rolled his eyes while going through the cabinets to find their first aide kit.

"By the way, you owe me a radio," he wrapped his foot with the gauze from the kit.

"Yeah, sure."

"Whatever," he slipped on his sandals near the door. "I gotta get to class. See ya later."

-Time Skip. In Class- The thoughts are Shika's

It was kindergarten all over again. Everyone sat Indian style in perfect little rows on the blue mats.

'There are only a few people I know here. Great, I'm sitting next to Ino. Is it just me or does her eyes look as puffy as the day of the funeral.'

Just we was about to observe her further the professor walked in the door.

'Just as I expected. This should be easy enough. There's no way my godfather will let me fail, or more like he doesn't want an earful from my mother.' At that though Shikamaru internally shuddered just thinking about of her

-At the Nara Household-

"Shikaku! Are you going to answer the phone?"

"Dear, the phone isn't ringing."

"Then why are my ears ringing so badly?!"

"I don't know dear, maybe someone's thinking of you."

-Back in Class-

"Good morning class," Asuma greeted his class tiredly. He was decked out in mesh shorts, tight training shirt, and arm bands, basically equating to hot. "Don't bother calling me professor. Just call me Asuma-sensei. We'll be working on some basic self defense and disarming techniques. Grab a partner of the opposite sex and we'll begin."

"Oi, Shika-kun, wanna be my partner?"

"Sure." 'This should be troublesome.'

After waiting another minute for everyone to grab a partner, Asuma went through the female's part of being a victim if an attacker came from behind. After simple instructions to hit the weak points in a body, may it be male or female, he told everyone to start their training. At first all the girls were very nervous about a guy they just met wrapping his arms around her waist, but they quickly overcame that as they realized they were still being graded.

Ino wasn't nervous at all about Shikamaru but somehow still couldn't get past her daze. Memories came flooding back to her the moment her friend wrapped his arms around her.

'I guess her memories never fade. She learned some moves when she was younger, I remember training with her, but I also remember her being assaulted many times. She's too beautiful for her own good, but luckily someone has always been there.'

Ino tried the basic instep and elbow to the face, but Shikamaru wasn't going to take any of that.

"Troublesome. You should know I'm not that stupid."

"Yeah, but you should know I'd rather not hit your family jewels. Your mom wouldn't be too happy, now would she?"

-Back at the Nara's House-

"Ah-Ah-Ahchooo!"

"Bless you dear."

"Were you thinking about me?!"

"No love," he responded monotonously, "A sneeze means someone was talking about you."

-In Class-

Every move she made against him he'd avoid, and every time she'd get more down on herself. She'd try harder and keep failing and each failure would make her think of what happened if someone wasn't there to save her every time she got in trouble. Asuma noticed his two godchildren's little quarrel and his favorite's sad face. Taking his role as teacher, Asuma walked over to them and broke them apart before Ino could start a scene.

"Shika, what I have told you about teasing Ino?"

"Che. Troublesome," he mumbled while backing away from her.

"Here," the older male wrapped his muscular arms around her narrow waist. "If you attack and miss the predator will either try to knock you out or disable you like this," he pulled her closer. Ino lightly blushed that did not go unnoticed.

'Hm? She spends all her time avoiding guys and she just so happens to have a thing for our godfather? This should be interesting.' Shikamaru just leaned back against a matted wall and watched as Ino was walked through minor skills. His brow rose a bit to the blonde's slight disappointment when their professor stepped back.

Sure, Shikamaru was known to be a genius, but very few actually realized how much he paid attention while "sleeping". He did actually sleep most the time, but every now and then he'd act tired just to observe without being bothered. Settling his face into its usual bored tone, the brunette joined his partner yet again.

"Alright, we have about twenty minutes left of class and we're going to finish off with some weights. Boys, grab some weights and nothing under thirty pounds. Work your arms out. Girls, grab some light weights and a yoga ball. You'll be working your core. Next class we'll be meeting in the weight lifting room so be prepared to sweat."

'Shit. Weight lifting is not my thing. Heh, it seems like all the girls have a crush on Asuma. They look like fools trying to work out hard to show how great they are. I hope they know the only reason the guys watch is because of their horny nipples through their tight shirts. I guess Ino's the only sensible one to at least wear real work out clothes.'

"Shika, stop daydreaming and get your lazy ass over to the weights."

"Hai, Sensei."

-Class Has Ended!- btw, not Shika anymore

Ino grabbed a small hand towel out of her gym bag after class ended and rummaged around for her water bottle.

"Looking for this?"

"Yeah, thanks," she smiled in appreciation. "Umm… who are you? I don't think I got your name."

"You didn't," the girl smiled. "Anyways, it's Temari. You left this over by the yoga balls and I though you might want it after that work out. What's your name?"

"Yamanaka Ino. And seriously, thanks again."

"No problem. Hey, I think I know that name… Do you happen to work at a nightclub bar?"

"Yeah, I start tonight. How'd you know that?"

"Well I started last night and was swamped 'cause the boss gave the freshmen the night off. He told me you'd be there tomorrow, which is today."

"Oh, cool. I know we just met and all, but what should I wear?"

"Anything that'll get you tips. Guys are sleazy there but don't worry, we're protected. Look, I gotta go help my brothers. I'll see you tonight."

Ino squeezed some water in her mouth after her new friend left and wiped her brow with the navy hand towel. The blonde layed it around her neck, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the gym.

"Hey, Pig. I gotcha a smoothie. It's raspberry, your favorite. Hey Shika-kun."

The brunette nodded back while leaning against the wall.

"Thanks, Billboard. I really needed that," she smiled.

"Well you're in a good mood. Mind telling me why?"

Asuma left the matted room and walked by the pair of girls.

"Ino, I know I've taught you in self defense but you seem kinda rusty. Want me to help you out a bit sometime today?"

"Thanks, Sensei," she winked. "I'll take a rain check though."

"Kay, I'll see you next class," the man walked down the rancid hallway towards fresh air.

"One, now I know why you're so happy," Sakura grinned. "And two. Ino! How could you? That was your chance to have a date with the man! For Kami sake, you could be alone, sweaty, close, physical, and romantically together! You're just scared to take a chance," the pinkette hmph-ed.

"I am not scared."

"Really? Then prove it," she quirked her brow.

"Fine. ASUMA-SAN!"

"Hm?" he turned around/

"I had a change in mind, how does six sound?"

"Sounds good," he smiled back.

Sakura snickered at her friend's gullibility and walked down the hall in the opposite direction.

"See," Ino smirked triumphantly. "Nothin' between-HEY! Don't you walk away from me, Pinky!"

"I got tired of your ogling."

"YOU?! You think every guy we pass is hot and a ducks swim in your drool puddles!"

"HEY! I don't drool," she pouted.

'Four me, goose egg Pinky! Cheya! I so rock.'

"Ino-pig, stop daydreaming. We don't have much time before our next classes start and I bet you'll want a shower 'cause I know I want you to."

"Yeah, I do, but at least I know I'm not gonna gain the freshman fifteen," she smirked while catching up to he friend.

'Five!'

Back at the gym room Shikamaru pulled out his Blackberry Javelin and opened a new text message. Typing in a certain pink haired girl's number, he sent his message and continued on his way towards his dorm.

Sakura slid open her pink and silver Samsung G600 after it vibrated in her front pocket.

"I know exactly what you're doing and I want in."

The pinkette smirked and replied, "Tsk. Tsk. Shika, I thought I had a bit more time but I guess not. I have everything under control, so no need. Thanks ^.^"

Literally a minute later her phone buzzed yet again and she rolled her eyes before she opened it.

"You may have Ino set, but do you have Asuma? Didn't think so. Just don't push Ino too much, you know how she gets."

Sakura's eyes widened about the new possibility.

"Touché. Just don't get us caught."

Ending the conversation, Sakura continued her walk with Ino like any plotting never happened.

-Six Thirty Came rollin' around-

"You know, ugh," he dodged her kick, "you really should, crap, n't take things so, yeah right, seriously."

"And you said I was getting rusty," she panted.

"I think it's time for a water break." Ino sweat dropped at her godfather's cowardliness.

"Or you're scared. Either way I agree."

The blonde skipped over to her water bottle near the corner of the room, and bent down showing off her perfectly shaped ass in her baby pink short shorts. Asuma's eyes instantly glued on bent over body and traced every curve from her firm ass down her sexy toned legs.

'No! She's my goddaughter for Kami's sake, but those legs and that ass. I know I've always been drawn to her, but that's just her spirit. Damn, she has no panty lines either. I'd bet that she's not wearing anything.'

"Hey, Asuma-sensei, man, I seriously can't get used to that. Want some water?"

"Yeah."

Ino threw him over his water bottle and she took a deep gulp of her own. Meanwhile, her teacher just didn't seem like he was interested on placing his lips on anything but hers. A dribble of water leaked out of her mouth and trailed down her neck onto her chest.

'Kami stop punishing me! I know she hides them but her bust is just too hard to ignore. And I can't believe she's only wearing a sports bra. Those pert nipples are too obvious and what the hell am I thinking about!Take a drink of water before she notices your staring!'

Asuma chugged water down until he was practically drowning himself.

"Uh, Asuma-san, thirsty much?"

"Hm?" he swallowed visibly. "Yeah, you took a lot out of me. I'm not eighteen again."

"Yeah, you're thirty-four," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Do you look that old," he questioned glaringly.

"Nope," he breathed out a sigh of relief, "you look much older," and then deadpanned. "I'm just kidding; you look like you just got out of college. Why does it matter? Gotta girlfriend?" she inquired.

"Nah, I'm not really lookin'."

"Oh? So you swing the other way. I gotcha. Don't be worried about it, it's a very common thing nowadays."

"No, I like girls. I'm just not up to having to actually meet someone new."

"Lazy ass."

"This ass?" he pointed to while turning around. "Well your friend sure thought it was fine."

"You heard her?! I'm so gonna kill Sakura."

"Don't worry about it," he laughed.

Ino approached her life guardian with a towel and started to wipe off his bare sweaty chest, but before she could touch him his hand caught her wrist. His eyes blazed with lust but his body screamed no. Slowly Ino leaned into his gaze and against his better judgment, the bearded professor started to lean as well.

Brrrriiing! Brrrriiiiinnng! Brrriiiiinnng!

"That's my alarm for work. I'll see you next class," she stopped herself slightly out of breath. "Here." She handed him her towel, turned off her alarm, gathered her bag, and left the room.

­-At the Dorms-

Ino climbed out of the shower in her baby blue towel dress and had her hair up in another towel. She quickly padded silently through the halls until she finally got to her unlocked room. Closing the door behind her, the beauty opened up her drawers and closet door and surveyed the selection.

Pulling out a hanger and selecting an item from her bottom drawer, Ino slid on metallic gold skirt that stuck to her curves like a band-aide on a four year old after a rough game of tag. Before she added a top, the blonde clipped on a lacey black strapless bra that was edged with gold. Next she slid off a white plunging shirt off its hanger and pulled it over her head. Two large gold loops connected the front of the shirt to the back and sat flat against her chest.

To continue the look, Ino slipped a gold bangle up to her bicep, slid a gold toe ring on her second toe, and hooked her locket necklace around her neck. Pulling out a pair of heels, the look was completed with the blonde slid on four inch heels that were simple, strappy, and metallic gold. The blonde looked herself up and down in the mirror admiring her sexy look.

'Oh yeah, I'll definitely be bankin'.'

Ino grabbed her snow white trench coat with golden buttons and strutted out of her apartment. Nothing could go wrong tonight, or so she thought.

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Alright! That's chapter three! Yup, that's right, longest chapter I've ever written :). So a lot has happened in this chapter yet, and I know, it's only been three days into the story! :) move in, orientation/grocery story/and party, and first day of classes. Yup. That's the timeline so far :) and the third day hasn't even ended! Anyways :) this chapter actually took me a long time to write cuz apparently I have a short attention span :) not really but things kept comin' up.

Please Review! :) It'd be nice :)

Btw, if you have anything against yaoi then don't comment on it. Every chapter with substantial lemon will be warned at the beginning and before each occurrence. :) kay, thanks.