Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
"Woah, some girl on girl action here," Sai laughed from behind.
"Shut your trap dick face, look at my situation," Ino moaned.
"Your handcuffed to Sakura with a sex toy?" Sai laughed, "The world is full of mysteries."
"Yeah, like why I'm friends with you," Ino glowered.
"Hey chill, why don't you get Temari to pick it for you?"
"Because I have to stay this way, you don't understand," Ino groaned.
"You're right I don't. Well suit yourself, I'm off."
Ino and Sakura watched Sai stroll off and Sakura grimaced, "You have very weird choices in friends."
"At least I have friends," Ino snarled, "More than I can say for you."
Sakura breathed out of her nose deeply.
"Careful shit breath, let's get out of this position before someone else sees us," Ino wrinkled her nose.
Sakura decided to stay quiet and the two unravelled themselves, "Now, how are we getting home?"
"Mum."
"Oh, mumsy is taking us home? I bet you she'll be in a Mercedes as well," Ino mocked.
"Laugh it up Ino but one day your going to be the person cleaning my office building," Sakura huffed.
Ino resisted the urge to pummel the pink haired demon. The previous comment was uncalled for. Then a car horn sounded and Sakura started walking towards a….Mercedes Benz.
"Wow, I'm physic."
"Shut up and let me do the explaining with my mum," Sakura whispered as they came closer to the flashy car.
Ino watched as the tinted driver's window rolled down, revealing a middle-aged lady with bright pink hair. Who knew satan and satan's spawn had pink hair.
"Hello dear, what's this? A friend? How charming, you have not had a friend over in years. What's your name, popkin?"
"No actually, funnily enough I'm not called pop-
"Ahhahaha," Sakura stomped on Ino's foot, "What my friend, Ino, is trying to say is that we have this new social studies experiment where we get handcuffed with out partner and see the difference between each other's ways of life."
"Really? That is quite remarkable, but what happens when you need to freshen up?"
Ino and Sakura stood with their mouths opened, they hadn't thought of that.
"I guess we close our eyes," Ino grunted, her day was getting better and better.
"Oh, I think that is a possibility...uh, Ino is it?"
"Yes, it is Ino. Now this week Ino is staying at our house. Is that okay?" Sakura asked.
"Of course darling, now get into the car and let us drive home."
Ino rolled her eyes, a week with that cow of a mother, yuck! Ino and Sakura slipped into the leathered seats of the car and went on their way. Ino vaguely wondered what the house would be like, two storeys probably, lucky bitch.
Ino gaped as they rolled into a pebble-stoned driveway; they had a hedge taller than her! A pond, a fountain, a…house, it was amazing.
"You live here?" Ino said in disbelief.
"Naturally," Mrs. Haruno replied.
"Alone?"
"Just my husband, daughter and I," Mrs. Haunro smiled.
Ino blinked, so much space for three people, maybe she could get some perks from this experience, a few bucks, free things, good food and chauffeured rides in a Mercedes. Not too shabby, Ino almost laughed at the thought of Sakura's face at her house. Hilarious, Ino shook her head; Sakura had no idea how good she had it.
"So Ino where do you live?" Mrs. Haruno asked as they walked to the house.
"Oh…out west," Ino replied.
"Ah, on the bay?"
"No…near the airport kind of direction," Ino scratched her head.
"With who?"
"My parents, brother, half sister and then the other kids," Ino replied.
"Half?"
"What is this? An interrogation?" Ino bristled.
Mrs. Haruno looked surprised, "Oh, my apology."
Ino grimaced, "Yes, yours."
Sakura smacked her forehead, Ino wasn't very socially adept, "Ah, I'll show Ino her room mother."
"This. Is. Your. Room!?" Ino cried.
"Yeah…"
"It's as big as my house!" Ino shook her head, "And your bathroom is the size of my bedroom, and I share my bedroom!"
"Yeah, well, do you want to share the bed?"
"What other choice is there?" Ino sighed.
The two glanced at the big double bed and realised the new breech of privacy they had to experience.
"Well, lets get to work on this project," Sakura announced, she then grabbed a notebook and pen and sat down, causing Ino to fall down with her.
"So Ino you need to write down notes about my life," Sakura said as she handed over the stationery.
"Oh, um lets see, you're rich, you live in a mansion, have everything you could want and…what else? You get driven home from school and-
"My life isn't perfect," Sakura frowned.
"No but it's pretty damn close," Ino gestured around Sakura's spacious room.
"Materialistic goods don't bring you happiness," Sakura said, "You don't get it."
"Uhuh? I know they'd buy me happiness."
"Anyway, be serious and write some notes on the way I live, what stands out to you etcetera," Sakura tapped the empty notebook page.
Ino looked at the daunting sheet of paper and tried to think of something. Sakura got driven home, Ino wrote it down then a bell rang.
"WOAH! Fire?" Ino yelled as she jumped up.
Sakura then was dragged by one arm to the door, "Wait! Ino wait!"
Ino paused, "What?"
"That's the dinner bell," Sakura gasped as she put a hand to her carpet burned side.
"Oh," Ino redenned slightly, "Well that's definitely going on the list."
Sakura nodded, "Sure, can I stand up now?"
Ino pulled Sakura up and the two made their way to the kitchen, until Ino found out that people actually had separate rooms for eating and cooking. Dinner proved to be amusing, Ino luckily had her right hand free while Sakura had to convert to being a leftie. The dining table was extra long and Ino wondered why there were so many seats. Her and Sakura were sitting at one end while Sakura's mother was at the other.
"Are more people coming?" Ino asked after the awkward silence became too much.
"People coming?" Sakura's mother arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah, there are so many chairs, anyone else coming to dinner?"
"No, my dear. I think you two have had a big day. Sakura, escort your friend to your room."
Sakura nodded and grabbed Ino, Ino grimaced, she hadn't even been able to finish her dinner. Sakura sighed.
"Now you did it, why'd you have to ask her questions?" Sakura scolded.
"Since when were asking things a crime?"
"Since forever if you live in this house."
Ino shrugged and she began to play with a sculpture in the hallway. Sakura immediately yanked Ino away.
"Don't touch anything!" Sakura hissed.
"What? It's your house can't you even touch one dumb statue?" Ino asked as she ran her fingers along a mahogany table.
"I said don't touch!" Sakura smacked Ino's hands away from the table, "It isn't my house it is my mother's and father's and I can't touch anything either."
Ino decided to change the subject, "Where is your father?"
"Work."
"Oh? What does he do?"
"He's a businessman. He's always working," Sakura looked bitter, "What does your dad do?"
"Drink," Ino sighed.
"Very funny, what job?"
"Job?" Ino snorted, "He doesn't have one."
"How do you-
"My mum works," Ino cut in, "And it's none of your business to know what she does."
The two walked on in silence.
"Um, Ino?"
Ino didn't reply.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Sakura bit her lip, she was slightly scared of what Ino's reaction was going to be.
"Yeah, I need to go too," Ino replied calmly.
Sakura was surprised, the pink haired girl led Ino to the bathroom and as they stood in front of the porcelain toilet they contemplated what to do.
"Okay, do you want to go first?" Sakura asked.
Ino snarled, "No."
Sakura sighed, "Well turn around or do you need a blindfold?"
"Huh trust me, I wish I had one," Ino turned around as Sakura began to do her business.
"You have any pjs?" Ino asked.
Sakura grabbed some from her draw and handed them over. The two then wondered how the hell they were going to get changed. Sakura decided they should do the easiest things first. The two turned their back towards each other and put on their pyjama pants, then they realised that putting on a shirt was impossible but luckily Sakura was rolling in it. Ino watched in awe as Sakura rang a bell, soon a maid appeared at the door and Sakura explained their situation. The maid nodded and noted down Ino's size she then disappeared.
"We can change our tops, we just need ones that button up or ones that can be put on by stepping into them. The sleeves are going to be attachable by zippers of Velcro and when it is a button up the inside side will be attachable as well," the tailor informed the teenage girls as he held out their new wardrobe.
Ino gaped, so many clothes! So many clothes! This project really did have some perks, then Ino remembered the bathroom incident and she fell back into her foul mood. Once the tailor left Ino resigned herself to weeks of attaching sleeves and material to shirts and jackets. She groaned. Maybe she should just wear a large poncho from now on. But then again Sai would never let her live it down. As the two girls lay in bed in their new pyjamas Ino hoped she wouldn't wake up entangled in a mass of Sakura. That would be beyond gross, apparently Sakura was thinking the same thing so the two quickly built a barrier between them with pillows and they finally drifted off to sleep.
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