Chapter 51: A Metaphor

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Ino felt more annoyed than usual at the cherry chirping of birds outside her window as she awoke. And it was not just because of the slight hangover that made her head throb like she had overdone it on the mind jutsus.

How had Yamato not picked anyone up last night? He had a lithe body in contrast to the burly men common here, but he was still quite cute. And truly, he had the best dimples a the base of his spine. Too bad he could not flash those inconspicuously at the bar and get away with it.

"Ino, it's fine," Yamato voiced from behind her.

Sitting up, Ino groggily stared at the tray he deposited at her lap.

"Breakfast in bed?"

"As a thanks."

"But nothing happened," Ino muttered darkly.

"I'm used to it, I don't mind it that much," Yamato said with a shrug.

"You mean you're used to dry spells lasting for over nine months?"

"I've learned to deal with it from ANBU. Really, I'm fine with it."

"Wait, are you some type of asexual citrus or something? And not, like, an avocado tree that needs two to be happy?"

Yamato raised an eyebrow, probably both at her rushed tone and proof she was actually absorbing what he he rattled off about.

"Because there's nothing wrong with that if you are," Ino continued to blabber before she stuffing an entire piece of toast in her mouth to shut herself up.

Ino felt Yamato watching her, no doubt enjoying how their usual roles were flipped.

"How about we go see the Tsuchikage and then head on before my failed exploits from last night find me?" he asked before standing up and heading back to the kitchen, most likely to make himself something.

"Ok," Ino muttered, still embarrassed.

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Theme: 021. Avocado
Word Count: 300
Posted: 11.2.2014