As promised, here is some Shikamaru/Ino action!:) Hehe kind of inappropriate... anyway, please enjoy!
"The response from the other boys were no different," Inoichi sighed. "The Jinchuriki boy was eating ramyun with the boy in the green tights. And I figured Ino wasn't desperate to date either of them, but when I brought up the topic, the Jinchuriki stated that he was in love with someone else, and the boy in the green tights just began sobbing and ranting about 'youth' and his 'Gai sensei'."
Shikaku patted his friend on the back. "Did you try talking to Chouza? Maybe Chouji-," Inoichi cut him off with a glare.
"On top of that, I can't believe she's in love with the Uchiha boy!" cried Inoichi. "I mean… I mean really. I get all the girls liked him before, but now he's a rogue criminal!"
"Hmm," Shikaku sipped his drink. "Girls her age do tend to gravitate towards the bad boys."
"Is that how you landed Yoshino?" Inoichi deadpanned.
After a few moments of silence, Shikaku said, "Well, honestly, Inoichi, I have no idea what you should-,"
"You're the Hidden Leaf's greatest strategist-," began Inoichi. "—and you can't even come up with a strategy for my daughter to find a suitable husband?"
Shikaku scowled. "Have you thought of um, an um…" Inoichi looked over to see that his friend was intoxicated. "Her dating a non-Shinobi?"
Inoichi shook his head. "No, it won't be good if she's the dominant one in the relationship." He eyed his friend. "No offense, or anything." He hoped his friend wasn't offended that he had slightly insulted Shikaku's relationship with Yoshino.
"Ehh," Shikaku murmured. "So, what do want then? You want my worthless son?"
Inoichi widened his eyes in surprise, and the grin on his face almost split his face in two. Thank God that his friend was intoxicated, or this might have never happened.
"Yes!" cried Inoichi. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, thank you Shikaku, thank you!" The blond ran out of the bar, clapping his hands and jumping wildly.
Shikaku seemed to ponder this for a few moments. "Shit," he sighed. "What have I done? This is a real pain."
Ino hated waking up in the morning, didn't enjoy it either when she had to stay up the night before on a mission with Kiba and Neji, and ended up getting home at dawn, thus sleeping in till nearly dusk the next day.
She looked out her window and saw the sky begin to pinken with the barely-visible sunset, as the clouds were beginning to invade the sky. She sighed. A whole day had nearly gone by.
Suddenly, her father burst into her bedroom, nearly jumping up and down.
"Ino, Ino!" Inoichi cried. "I waited all day to tell you this!"
"What, dad? What?" Ino replied, intrigued. Her father hadn't looked this excited since her mother started talking to him again.
"I got you a boyfriend!" the middle-aged man practically shrieked in excitement.
Ino's eyes widened. "Dad, did I ask you to find me a boyfriend?" she crossed her arms over her chest.
Inoichi's face fell. "W-what?"
Ino sighed. "Dad… no offense, but sometimes your judgment can be a little bad." She noticed the disappointed look on her father's face and added, "Is he a shinobi?"
Inoichi nodded his head. "Yeah, he's a shinobi. C'mon get dressed, we're meeting them in an hour."
"What?" Ino cried. "Dad, thirty minutes is not enough to get ready for a date!" She began scrambling around the room, throwing open her closet doors. "What to wear, what to wear, ohmigod Dad, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He sighed. He could never win. "Dress nice," he added, walking out of her bedroom. "We're meeting them at the Namarata Restaurant downtown." It had taken a whole lot of convincing Shikaku to send his son and Inoichi's daughter to such a fancy restaurant, but Inoichi had wanted to set the mood.
Ino widened her eyes. "Ehh? Wow, dad, that's really fancy!" She leaped into her dad's arms for a hug.
He smiled and patted her on the head. Maybe this was a good idea after all.
After her father had exited her bedroom, Ino immediately ran to the closet. She raked through several dresses, and pulled out several different ones.
"Ugh," she moaned. "I have nothing to wear!"
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye she saw a familiar-looking figure walking outside her window. She ran to the window and pulled up the window, to see Shikamaru casually strolling down her street.
"Shika-kun!" she called, waving her hand.
The pineapple-haired boy looked up at her and gave her a half-wave, his hands in his pockets. "Oh, Ino."
"Come through the front door, yeah?" Ino commanded. "I need help with something!" She turned around and closed the window, giggling to herself. She imagined Shikamaru muttering "What a pain" underneath his breath.
A few moments later, Shikamaru had walked up the stairs and was in her bedroom.
"Yeah, Ino? What do you need?"
"Help me pick out dresses!" she threw various dresses at Shikamaru, and he caught them in surprise.
He scowled. "What a pain," he murmured.
Ino scoffed, "C'mon Shikamaru, this is important!"
"Why do you need dresses anyway?" Shikamaru said. "I'm sure they'd all look fine on you anyways.
"It's a boy!" Ino cried.
"A boy?" Shikamaru cocked an eyebrow. "Which one?"
Ino didn't want to seem like she didn't know who he was, or else Shikamaru would just scold her and say it didn't matter what she wore because what if he was ugly or not worth impressing so she said coyly, "Oh, he's a shinobi."
Shikamaru narrowed his eyes. "Shinobi? Is it… Kiba?"
Ino imagined Kiba in a tux, winking at her from across the dinner table. She shuddered. "Um, no." She pulled one dress from Shikamaru's arms and cried, "Now help me!"
She walked into her closet with the dress and began stripping, feeling awkward, knowing that Shikamaru was right outside her closet in her bedroom. She pulled the dress over her head, and felt it fit her body. It was a tight, leather-inspired black number that hit her lower thigh and hugged every curve. She pulled her bra straps down and tucked them into the dress.
(This is the dress: 2010/06/19/cyrus/miley_cyrus_leather_ )
She threw open the closet door and twirled in front of him. "Well? What do you think?" Ino asked. She threw her hands in the air.
He looked her up and down, then looked away, blushing. Ino grinned. Good, the dress was good then.
She walked over to the mirror and widened her eyes. The dress fit her body perfectly, and made her boobs look twice was big as they actually were. It was perfect.
"I hate it." She spun around and looked at Shikamaru, who was struggling to make eye contact with her.
"W-what?" she sputtered. "But my boobs look fantastic!"
Shikamaru glanced at her chest quickly before forcing himself to look at her face.
"No guy wants to marry a girl like that," Shikamaru declared, still blushing madly. It hurt to talk.
Control yourself, Shikamaru, he thought, taking deep breaths. You can do this… you are one of the most intelligent minds in all of Konoha, don't let yourself be controlled by your hormones.
"What do you mean?" Ino was still confused.
He sighed. "What a pain," he muttered. He cleared his voice and said louder, "I mean, sure you look… nice. But, you also look kind of slutty. That dress has no class."
Ino fumed. "No class?" she repeated.
Shikamaru withdrew, slightly scared. "Yeah, I mean… guys would rather date classy girls than… non-classy ones." He chose his wording very carefully.
Ino sighed. "Fine." She pulled out a red dress from the pile Shikamaru was holding. She walked back into the closet.
Did she not look good in the previous dress? Was Shikamaru really not attracted to her? No, she decided. He was, he was blushing madly. She suppressed a giggle.
She tried on the next dress, a little red number, and walked out of the closet.
(This is the dress: cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=42934575)
"So?" She walked straight to the mirror. It was a long-sleeved red dress, and looked way classier than the ones before. It hugged her curves, but wasn't as ostentatious.
Shikamaru felt himself blush again. What a pain, he thought. The dress was classier than before, but it was just as tight and showed just as much, if not more cleavage. He felt the blood rush downwards, and his heart began to race. Thank God he had the dresses on his lap to conceal anything that would cause him extra embarrassment, as if helping his friend try on dresses wasn't embarrassing enough.
"Ino," he began, struggling to speak. "It's nice, but I mean, you don't have to show off your… assets as much as you think. It's not like you have a lot to begin with anyway and-,"
"What?" Ino fumed, cutting him off. "What did you just say?"
He quickly cast his eyes aside. "Nothing, I just said you don't have to show off your assets as much-,"
"No, afterwards, you said I had no boobs or ass!"
"I didn't, I mean…" Shikamaru tried to think of words in his head. "I mean, umm… you don't have a lot in comparison to like, Lady Hokage, or Hinata or anything…"
He immediately slapped himself.
"WHAT?" Ino shrieked. "You notice Hinata's boobs? Oh my God, Nara Shikamaru, if Neji or your mother heard you-,"
"Uh uh uh here!" Shikamaru picked a random, classy-looking blue dress from the pile and threw it at Ino. "Try this on, um, I gotta go. My dad and I are going out to dinner. See ya."
He dropped the rest of the dresses on the bed and ran out the door. He ran downstairs to see Inoichi entering. Shit, shit shit, he thought.
"Oh, Shikamaru hello how are-,"
"Hi, Mr. Yamanaka, sorry I gotta go!" Shikamaru quickly covered his crotch, careful not to have Inoichi notice his um, incident.
Inoichi chuckled. Maybe those two would get along after all. He felt slightly proud of himself. Everything would work out, he was sure of it.
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