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Sakura Haruno kept a close eye on her companion, unease settling at the base of her stomach as she sat in the dining room area, alone. The blonde scurrying through a drawer in the living room giggling to herself.

"Um, Ino?"

"Wait wait, I'm almost done."

The rosette sighed audibly, resting her cheek against the palm of her hand, slumping over the table. She was waiting patiently for whatever scheme was being planned by the giddy female to unfold.

"Ok, I found them," exclaimed the blonde, rushing back into the kitchen with a huge grin on her face and a pair of non prescription glasses. "How do I look?"

Sakura's eyebrow shot up, confusion settling on her features. "I don't understand why you had to dig around for almost twenty minutes just to find a pair of fake eyeglasses."

"They're a necessity."

"For what," questioned Sakura, her hand slipping from her face to hang loosely in the air. "We were talking about what to eat when you decided spaghetti, which, by the way, I'm certain neither one of us wants when you left me to go on this scavenger hunt for inessential accessories. Did you at least find an apron to go with those?"

Ino pouted, hands on her hips as she ignored the pinkette's negative attitude. "It'll be fine. It's easy."

"Have you even made it before," doubted the pink haired beauty. "I know your dad does most of the cooking."

"My father does most of the calling for take out thank you very much. I cook," exclaimed the blonde proudly. "Unlike you who has to buy breakfast, lunch and dinner or else you'd starve to death."

Sakura huffed, her cheeks puffed with air at Ino's accusing tone and finger. "I'm learning."

"My ass you're learning," laughed Ino, walking past the counter. "Who's teaching you?"

"Your dad."

Ino gasped at the monotone but teasing statement, her hand flying to her chest in mock hurt. "You're cruel to even joke, like he'd have the time." pouted the blonde, turning around to watch the water in the pot begin to boil under the glass lid.

"But seriously, couldn't we just go out to eat, it'd be so much easier." whined Sakura, her stomach growly impatiently. She was soothing it with circular motions when it rumbled loudly, clearly upset with her and her sad attempts to appease it. The hunger pains uncontrollable at this point. She really would have preferred eating out. She couldn't function like this.

"Stop worrying and come help me out then."

Sakura fussed pathetically; wiggling in her seat like a two year old have a tantrum. She was not up for removing herself from her current comfortable and unburdened spot. "What do I have to do?"

"Can you get the pasta from the pantry?" asked Ino, pointing in the direction where Sakura needed to look.

"Are you sure this is an easy recipe?"

Ino rolled her eyes, continuing to glance at the pot on the stove. "It's quick and easy. No muss, no fuss."

Sakura turned slightly to watch the blonde apprehensively before pivoting back around to look for the item she was tasked with finding. The large wooden storeroom opened to a display of various flours and oils, to canned food and bottled drinks. She plucked the packet of pasta from the highest shelf, using the surface to balance herself on her toes. The moment she landed back square on her heels she jumped at the sound of screaming, jerking the box of pasta across the room.

She turned immediately, fear stricken and panicked. "Oh my god Ino, what happened?!"

"My eyes," proclaimed the blonde as she whirled to meet her friend face to face. "I can't see!"

Sakura's expression turned from that of absolute terror to a narrowing frustration when she regarded Ino dramatically lean against the countertop, her spectacles fogged up from the steam. A huge grin was plastered on the blonde's face as she tried to hold back her whimpering laughter. Sakura probed the inside of her cheek with her tongue to keep from cursing outright. She should have known the blonde was up to no good. She should have listened to her gut. After a few seconds of tensed silence, Ino gazed at her from over the rim of her glasses, deciding to wipe them down clean with her t-shirt. Her mouth now pursed like a fish as she apprehensively walked forward to pick up the package of spaghetti that slid near her feet.

"You planed this all day, didn't you," asked Sakura, her eye twitching. "You did all of this, just to do that."

With Ino's lips tugging wider by the second, she bobbed her head up and down in agreement. "You no like, I was think—, Sakura wait, don't leave. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Shooting upright from her crouched position on the floor, Ino quickly turned off the fire and rushed towards the door, ripping her jacket of the rack before locking the door behind her. "I'll bye you a pizza," yelled Ino, trying to catch up to her hopefully forgiving longtime best friend. "I won't do it again, Saaaaakuraaaaa."

Authors Note:

So cute. So simple. Oh Ino. You may need some lessons from a professional. A rambunctious, and eager, blonde professional.

Sakura gets super cranky and childish when she'd hungry. It's kind of adorable. I'll have to show more of that sometime.