Disclaimer: Honey, I don't need own Naruto to write fanfiction.

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Little Tortoise

Summary: It was frowned upon if a kunoichi fell in love with a civilian. SakuraOC Suggestive content and light maturity.

AN: This chapter is dedicated to the second and third loudest ninjas of Konoha because I love them so.

Chapter Two

Couch Shopping

"IN-No-O! Puh-LeeSe!"

"No leave me alone Kiba!"

"You need to help me!"

"No! I'm not going to go couch shopping with you! And that's final!"

"But Akamaru will behave! I promise!"

"Last time when we went to find a table for you Akamaru pissed all around the place!"

"BUT back then he needed to go-o!"

"Shut up! For a guy it's really annoying for you to whine! NOW LET GO OF MY ARM!"

"PUH-LEESE!"

"NO!"

"PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE WITH RAINBOW SPRINKLES—PLEASE—WITH SHAVED COCONUT TOPPING WITH TWO SCOOPS OF MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP VANILLA ICE CREAM COVER WITH—PLEASE—CHOCOLATE DOLLOPS AND A CHERRY ON TOP-OP-OP-P-P-P!"

"What! I hate coconut!"

"Fine! Pretty witty pwreese with no coconut-t-t!"

"Find someone else!"

"But, but! Shino has training! Hinata-chan has a date with Naruto! And Kurenai is getting shagged—"

"EW! KIBA! THAT'S GROSS!"

"Well it's TRU-UE! She does have a date with the baka!"

"KIBA! You really think hurting my arm, making up excuses, and whining would get me to comply!"

"…No…but-but you're the—the—er—the QUEEN OF-of-OF EVERYTHING! A-and so SEXY! And did I mention HOT!"

"Aw! I would love to go shop with you!"

And in the dog boy's mind: Works every time!

And so the blond girl was dragged all around the store thrice while Kiba and Akamaru sniffed out the entire furniture store across the street from Ichiraku Ramen Shop to buy a big comfy couch for his new apartment. The salesmen were all highly offended when the Inuzuka pals were loudly discriminating the antiques and many sofas that weren't good enough for their butts to have much room to do—their…business…

And back and forth, when Ino tailed behind them, she could easily hear the balding stout manager of the shop trying to impress Kiba but the dog boy would always object like this:

"Sir, this is a very comfortable and homey sofa, I'm sure—"

"I hate it."

"Then how about this one! Nice patterns and—"

"I hate it."

"Oh…then this couch seems more of your—"

"I hate it."

"…then this one—"

"Where did you buy your tie?"

"Uh—down at the men's clothes store, sir—"

"I hate it."

Ino's slender brow furrowed and she glared at Kiba, seething with impatience, "Pick already!"

Kiba propped himself carelessly on a giant blue striped beige couch, scowling, "Alright! I just hate shopping and choosing so that's why I needed your help in the first place!"

The kunoichi groaned and flopped herself on the same couch next to him with Akamaru nuzzled asleep on her lap, "Fine! Just tell me what you want and I'll help you pick…"

"Okay! Sounds good," Kiba scratched his chin thoughtfully, "Alright, something not too shabby, not too expensive, not too cheap, not too ugly, not too pretty, not too hard, not too soft, not too colorful, not too dull, oh! And nothing like that guy's tie! I mean, talk about tasteless!"

"I'm still here!" the manager of the shop exclaimed, red-faced.

"And!" Kiba ignored him, talking on, "I also want a couch in the morning that says that 'Kids Welcomed,' and at night, 'come over here…'" Kiba winked suggestively, making sensuous circles on the striped couch pillow.

"OH MY GOD! You say that to KIDS!" Ino shouted. Kiba sweat-dropped.

"So would you help me find this couch?" he asked nicely, the blonde thought it over.

"I guess we can, but it would be hard to find this kind of couch—"

"Wait, wait! This couch seems nice! I like it! HEY BALDY! I'll purchase this one!" Kiba eccentrically patted the striped couch.

"Wow that sure wasted three hours of my life…" Ino muttered sarcastically, twirling her wooden chopsticks in her ramen noodles, boringly assorting the chicken strips on one side of the porcelain bowl from the cabbage leaves.

Kiba lapped up the rest of his beef ramen and Akamaru was happily jumping around. Her companion of the day glanced at her with a raised brow, then ordering another bowl.

"What's wrong?" Kiba asked his female friend.

When he had no answer, he began to playfully tapping the pair of chopsticks at the edge on the counter like drumsticks, while waiting patiently (if possible in his case) for her answer. He made a small drum noises and streams of lyrics at the corner of his mouth from the song in his head, bumping shoulders with her to get her out of the trance.

"I don't know, it's…just that—well—you know! Shika-kun and Cho-kun are on another mission again without ME!" Ino angrily slammed her palms on the counter, her ramen bowl and the tea cup spilled their contents around the conflict.

Kiba flinched. And not being a fan of Yamanaka Ino's mood swings, he quickly picked up a napkin from the tray and mopped up the mess.

"I mean! Aren't I strong enough to go on missions! I can handle pressure! I so can! MEN! They have no right to tell me I can't go on missions with my old teammates! I am a Jounin for Heaven's Sakes! Is it because they're jealous of me! THERE HAS TO BE STEROTYPING IN KONOHA! I mean whenever I see that hussy at the reception counter, she's either twirling her hair or flirting with Shika-kun! And that bastard is in a committed relationship with TEMARI-CHAN! I'LL KILL HIM FOR BEING SO DISGUSTING!"

"Wait, wait! Are we even in the same subject anymore!" Kiba snorted, seeing the flames in Ino's eyes extinguished. In less than one second, Ino changed her raging behavior to curiosity when she saw someone turn a corner on the street.

It was a young woman wearing a purple hat and lugging on a plastic bag of apples. She was looked confused and distant in her thoughts, and biting her lower lip nervously. The plastic bag handles she was grasping onto were slipping off her sticky wet hands, and her two emerald eyes were big with deep thoughts that were scattering around in her head. She twisted on her heel and walked away from the street corner frightfully.

"HEY! That's Forehead Girl! Come on Kiba!" Ino slapped the payment on the counter and wrung on her hand on his wrist, and pulled him straddling along with Akamaru barking and running too. Her clear blue eyes were narrowed in suspicion.

'Is it Sasuke-kun again?' Ino thought to herself, frowning.

'If that bastard made Sakura cry, you bet Fuzzy Eyebrows and Naruto-baka would kill him!' Kiba, who could easily sense Sakura's nervous breakdown, was ready to crack some filthy Uchiha bones, 'Why do you always do that to yourself? Why visit him all the time! You always take his pain and verbal abuse…nothing changed about him anyway! He's still got traitor blood! Right Akamaru!'

Akamaru growled and barked in approval, reading his thoughts.

"It might have been Sasuke-kun…" Ino whispered, sadly, "Poor girl…"

"I thought you hated her…" Kiba said rhetorically.

"I never said I did…"

"But why are you so mean to her—"

"Sakura means more to me than to hate her…"

"But you two had this rivalry—"

"It was over a long time ago…"

Kiba scowled, "But you still have this huge crush on that heartless jackass—"

"I never said I still have a crush on Sasuke-kun!" Ino seethed, crossing her arms.

"But you still call him Sasuke–kun!" Kiba rolled his eyes.

"Because it's a habit now shut up, follow me, and just stalk her, okay!"

"Roger!"

The trio stopped at another street corner where the pink-haired kunoichi stopped to dump her bag of brown mushy apple cores into a public trash bin and walked in the direction of the Yamanaka Flower Shop. Ino raised a brow and pulled on the dog-boy's jacket collar like a leash and quickly went across the street to hide behind a large bush.

Kiba blinked and nudged her shoulder, "Wait a minute, why are we stalking Sakura?"

"Because it's a lot more fun than shopping for couches! And I remind you, that was the waste of time just finding such an ugly stripped sofa—"

"HEY! I needed that couch! I need to impress the chicks!"

"You bought a couch to impress baby poultry?"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Kiba exclaimed.

"Then shut up," Ino replied.

Touché.

I love Ino and Kiba fluffiness because their loud intermingling personalities are a lot of fun to write about! And besides, you can bet they have everything to argue about.

Sorry I haven't been able to write more about SakuraOC but I had this idea in my head for a long time!

Thank you for reading! Please review! And wait patiently for the next chapter!