Kunoichi Love
BY: Tomo Kakashi
Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto.
Chapter Two: Of Fat Arguements and Black Bikinis
Sakura woke up late the next morning, yawning hugely as she stretched her sore, tired limbs. She and Ino had stayed up late the previous night, not really talking much, but just enjoying the other's company and playing board games. It was kind of fun, but Sakura decided that she wasn't going to stay up late that night.
Sakura stood up, straightening out Ino's parents' bed. The fluffy blue covers were comfortable, at least. After lazily throwing a pillow or two back on the bed (A/N: I see Sakura and Ino as fairly energetic sleepers, as in throwing their limbs every which way), Sakura made her way to the nearest bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for the day ahead.
As she walked into the bathroom and undressed, she thought she heard something, a light pounding of sorts in the bathroom, but she chose to ignore it, thinking it was just her tired imagination. As she pulled back the flower-printed shower curtain, she gasped and closed it back up, a scarlet blush staining her soft, pastel facial features.
A scream was heard in the shower, and a towel hanging from the rail was quickly snatched into it, and before Sakura could protest Ino was wrapped in a yellow towel with little bumble bees embroidered onto it and yelling her head off, Ino-style.
"You little pervert! How dare you just barge in here when I'm taking a shower?! I outta kick you out!" she ranted on and on, not noticing that Sakura was long-gone, only hearing the words "Gomen nasai, Ino-chan!" faintly.
Ino tsk'ed. Kids these days! She would have to remember to always lock the bathroom door with Sakura-chan around. Then and only then did Ino notice her own face beating a crimson color, but she insisted to herself loudly that she was red from anger and nothing more.
Sakura quickly slammed the Yamanaka's bedroom door, clasping her clothes and towel that she had been about to use close to her heart. She almost had a heart attack, seeing Ino naked and wet...Wait! Sakura wasn't like that!
Sakura likes GUYS, damnit!
Sakura shook those thoughts out of her head quickly. She had no one to prove it to, after all, no one else suspected it, and if she was attracted to women, she would have enjoyed what she saw just moments before...
Sakura was then squirming rather profusely, and she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She blushed brightly and quickly got dressed, afraid that Ino may come barging in on her like she had done to the blonde girl only minutes before.
The rest of the day passed pretty much the same, Sakura tried avoiding Ino and Ino did the same to Sakura. But after a few hours, Ino came to her senses.
"Look, Forehead, it's nothin' ya haven't seen before, well, you know what I mean, so get over it! Or are you just jealous that my "asets" are so much bigger and better than yours?" Ino smirked. She was truely proud of her body and most definately wasn't afraid to admit it, she often did so.
"WHAT?! Why would I be jealous?! My breasts may not be as big, but at least they're--" Sakura froze in mid-yell, realizing harshly...
"We're talking about each other's...Breasts..." the two muttered in unison.
"A-Anyway, we've both seen a naked girl before, we both are into guys, so it's NO BIG DEAL! Let's just forget it ever happened! Yeah!" Sakura nervously smiled...it wouldn't be easy to forget a body like Ino's....Sakura mentally kicked herself for thinking such things.
"Right. So what's for dinner? I'm starved!" Ino complained.
"Haha, you really should stop hanging around Chouji so much, not only are you begining to act like him, but..." Sakura took a moment to poke Ino in the tummy, "But you're begining to look a lot like him, too!"
Ino shuddered. She was NOT fat! "WHAT?!" and so began the day's Fat Arguement...
Ino and Sakura always argued over who had the better body and who was better in general, even after giving up on Sasuke. It was their lingering rivalship, and though they were no longer rivals, they thought it was fun to bicker like chickens occasionally. That was fun, in their eyes, perhaps because they were so used to do it after all those years of Sasuke-chasing.
They each were better in their own ways, and they both knew it. Ino knew she had the better-developed body, and Sakura knew she was smarter, and they both accepted it. It wasn't that they truely thought one was better than the other, it was more like a way of life. Argueing over who was better when they already knew they were equally matched.
Sakura yawned. it was mid-afternoon, and she and Ino had been sunbathing ever since they finished argueing about who was more chubby. She contently looked over to her best friend, who was wearing a black two-peice bikini, and smiled.
"Oi, Ino-chan, it's true what they say, black IS slimming!" she smiled evilly, laughing at Ino's choice of clothing. Ino grinnned back.
"Then perhaps YOU should be wearing black, Sakura-chan..." she chuckled, "Maube you'd look a little smaller than the house!" Ino said, eying Sakura's green, red polka-dotted one-peice. She really did look quite appealing...
Ino shook her head and leaned back again, the faintest of all blushes on her porcelain face. She loved warm days such as this one.
Sakura did the same. Springtime was definately the best time of year.
It allowed her to sit alone outside with ino-chan, wearing next to nothing.
*To Be Continued...*
BY: Tomo Kakashi
Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto.
Chapter Two: Of Fat Arguements and Black Bikinis
Sakura woke up late the next morning, yawning hugely as she stretched her sore, tired limbs. She and Ino had stayed up late the previous night, not really talking much, but just enjoying the other's company and playing board games. It was kind of fun, but Sakura decided that she wasn't going to stay up late that night.
Sakura stood up, straightening out Ino's parents' bed. The fluffy blue covers were comfortable, at least. After lazily throwing a pillow or two back on the bed (A/N: I see Sakura and Ino as fairly energetic sleepers, as in throwing their limbs every which way), Sakura made her way to the nearest bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for the day ahead.
As she walked into the bathroom and undressed, she thought she heard something, a light pounding of sorts in the bathroom, but she chose to ignore it, thinking it was just her tired imagination. As she pulled back the flower-printed shower curtain, she gasped and closed it back up, a scarlet blush staining her soft, pastel facial features.
A scream was heard in the shower, and a towel hanging from the rail was quickly snatched into it, and before Sakura could protest Ino was wrapped in a yellow towel with little bumble bees embroidered onto it and yelling her head off, Ino-style.
"You little pervert! How dare you just barge in here when I'm taking a shower?! I outta kick you out!" she ranted on and on, not noticing that Sakura was long-gone, only hearing the words "Gomen nasai, Ino-chan!" faintly.
Ino tsk'ed. Kids these days! She would have to remember to always lock the bathroom door with Sakura-chan around. Then and only then did Ino notice her own face beating a crimson color, but she insisted to herself loudly that she was red from anger and nothing more.
Sakura quickly slammed the Yamanaka's bedroom door, clasping her clothes and towel that she had been about to use close to her heart. She almost had a heart attack, seeing Ino naked and wet...Wait! Sakura wasn't like that!
Sakura likes GUYS, damnit!
Sakura shook those thoughts out of her head quickly. She had no one to prove it to, after all, no one else suspected it, and if she was attracted to women, she would have enjoyed what she saw just moments before...
Sakura was then squirming rather profusely, and she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She blushed brightly and quickly got dressed, afraid that Ino may come barging in on her like she had done to the blonde girl only minutes before.
The rest of the day passed pretty much the same, Sakura tried avoiding Ino and Ino did the same to Sakura. But after a few hours, Ino came to her senses.
"Look, Forehead, it's nothin' ya haven't seen before, well, you know what I mean, so get over it! Or are you just jealous that my "asets" are so much bigger and better than yours?" Ino smirked. She was truely proud of her body and most definately wasn't afraid to admit it, she often did so.
"WHAT?! Why would I be jealous?! My breasts may not be as big, but at least they're--" Sakura froze in mid-yell, realizing harshly...
"We're talking about each other's...Breasts..." the two muttered in unison.
"A-Anyway, we've both seen a naked girl before, we both are into guys, so it's NO BIG DEAL! Let's just forget it ever happened! Yeah!" Sakura nervously smiled...it wouldn't be easy to forget a body like Ino's....Sakura mentally kicked herself for thinking such things.
"Right. So what's for dinner? I'm starved!" Ino complained.
"Haha, you really should stop hanging around Chouji so much, not only are you begining to act like him, but..." Sakura took a moment to poke Ino in the tummy, "But you're begining to look a lot like him, too!"
Ino shuddered. She was NOT fat! "WHAT?!" and so began the day's Fat Arguement...
Ino and Sakura always argued over who had the better body and who was better in general, even after giving up on Sasuke. It was their lingering rivalship, and though they were no longer rivals, they thought it was fun to bicker like chickens occasionally. That was fun, in their eyes, perhaps because they were so used to do it after all those years of Sasuke-chasing.
They each were better in their own ways, and they both knew it. Ino knew she had the better-developed body, and Sakura knew she was smarter, and they both accepted it. It wasn't that they truely thought one was better than the other, it was more like a way of life. Argueing over who was better when they already knew they were equally matched.
Sakura yawned. it was mid-afternoon, and she and Ino had been sunbathing ever since they finished argueing about who was more chubby. She contently looked over to her best friend, who was wearing a black two-peice bikini, and smiled.
"Oi, Ino-chan, it's true what they say, black IS slimming!" she smiled evilly, laughing at Ino's choice of clothing. Ino grinnned back.
"Then perhaps YOU should be wearing black, Sakura-chan..." she chuckled, "Maube you'd look a little smaller than the house!" Ino said, eying Sakura's green, red polka-dotted one-peice. She really did look quite appealing...
Ino shook her head and leaned back again, the faintest of all blushes on her porcelain face. She loved warm days such as this one.
Sakura did the same. Springtime was definately the best time of year.
It allowed her to sit alone outside with ino-chan, wearing next to nothing.
*To Be Continued...*