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

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Such Sweet Sorrow

Summary: Sequel of Backstabbing Love In the Wheel of Fortune, Sakura tries her luck on men.

AN: I'm on an update roll! I had to write this chapter down quickly! It's too intoxicating! YOSH! Enjoy!

Guilt: Time Stop

When Sakura had fainted, it was all she could do to restrain the dobe.

"NARUTO!" Ino screamed, having a firm grip on the other blonde's collar. She pulled him roughly and forcefully pushed him down to one of the narrow hallways in the Baka-Haka club which led to several restrooms. Shikamaru saw it and didn't look back, when he followed the others out of the crowded bar with an unconscious body in Shino's arms. The annoying brat kept moving and squirming, crying out multiple curses and swear words. She immediately grabbed hold of his hands and twisting it, shoving him against the phone booth next to the men's lavatories. The stench of urine and stink scented their noses, but the troublesome woman could care less.

"What the hell is your problem! Sakura needs help! LET ME GO!" Naruto exclaimed, trying to get away. He broke free because of the extra strength and stamina he possessed that she didn't, running quickly to his Sakura-chan's aid.

Ino quickly slipped her hand into her jacket pocket, pulling out a scroll and did some hand signs.

"Fabricated Ribbon no Jutsu!"

Her hands pumped violet-white chakra into the scroll seal, unrolling the parchment paper which turned into a very long thin rope of shiny white silk. Ino sent the ribbon straight at Naruto's body like an attacking serpent, wrapping him sharply that he trampled forward and fell face-first. The fox demon was aching from the tight bound around his body, his hands were unable to touch each other when they lay stuck at his sides. He didn't have enough time to perform Kage-Bunshin or Kawarimi no Jutsu to get out of this mess.

Of course, Ino's a kick-ass.

She pulled with her adrenaline-made strength and the silvery ribbon ricocheted off the linoleum floor, carrying the struggling Naruto to her feet. She dug her heel on one of his shoulder blades, making him stay.

"Bitch," Naruto spat out like venom.

Ino was unfazed. She was always a bitch.

Instead she held an even firmer grip on the ribbon, tightening the body on the ground.

Naruto grunted in the increased pain, feeling like he was in a straitjacket. He must have looked like a mummy.

"Okay, Naruto—stop squirming you coward!" she scowled, throwing back her bleach blond ponytail, "Shut up with the insults, it's not working and it's never going to work! It's getting so annoying!"

"Then LET ME GO!" Naruto shouted.

"No," Ino whispered angrily.

"WHY THE HELL NOT!"

"Because you stupid retard! You have GOT TO TELL HER!" Ino screamed, her heel digging further into his back. Naruto yelped.

"Tell w-what…?" he groaned in solitude.

"Don't make me hurt you!" Ino shrieked like a Siren, both alluring and devious, "Tell Sakura the truth! Tell her what you have done! She needs to know! She still does not have a clue! Sakura-chan should at least know who sent her those pictures! Because of your goddamn silence you worsen the problem between her and that backstabber! Now go and tell you dobe! "

Naruto froze, warped into another time zone where melted clocks with lopsidedly arrow hands hang on several old limbs of barren trees and the eerie air was heavy and white. Voices dashed into his head, exuviating within the pores of hair, sending down like chakra into his brain criss-crossing into his mind, and grabbing stern hold on his conscience.

Making him remember those words.

"Naruto? Hello, wake up! Earth to Naruto!" A wave of a hand woke him up out of this trance. Sakura's emerald eyes looked into his bright blue spheres with concern.

She doesn't know.

He dart eyes away from her.

Maybe…she doesn't need to…

To Be Continued

Fabricated Ribbon no Jutsu – Ino's jutsu/Yamanaka technique. I thought it would be cool, since I always wondered about the purpose of the red ribbon she gave to Sakura when they were young. Maybe, I had thought, it would a lot of fun to make it into a technique.