A/N: I tried with Sasuke's character, I really did. I apologize if he's OOC but c'mon people he's not Emo all the time, no matter how people label him as such, at least in MHO. And I wanted to end this both romantically and light heartedly because…Naruto being serious makes me sad. Thank you for all the support, and I'll see you again next time!

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Chapter 6:

Fluff. It was indescribable.

Something soft he guessed. Mushy, uncomfortable and awkward but tempting all the same.

It brought such a sensation down his abdomen, he could feel himself smile at the thought. Almost like take the first few sips of ramen with Iruka, or with Kakashi and Team Seven when his sensei actually felt generous, oddly enough.

And as he began to slip back into consciousness he could feel a vivid light gleam in his eyesight, stinging his vision. The outlines in front of his blurred temporarily, the sudden scent of someone else's house filling his lungs. Promptly, as soon as his chin lifted ever so slowly, the intensity of an approaching headache knocked him, almost instinctively he brought his hands onto his temples, grunting to keep himself from howling screams of pain. "What the…" First notion that struck to mind was that he must have gotten drunk, and his intoxication must have landed him in some one else's house. Which was quite unbelievable to say the least, because as far as he knew he could hold his Sake. But then again, the last event that crossed his mind was being with Sasuke, and the way the two liked to compete, of course such judgment would eventually lead him way off course.

Thankfully, either he became accustomed to the soreness or his kyuubi proved to be helpful. It took a few blinks to realize that the hammer banging on the back of his head imagery was finally put to rest. "Ah, well it wasn't that bad…" He chuckled to himself, tugging at the soaked towel that was placed on his forehead. He guessed that people were just very helpful in these sort of situations. Wait a second. It could not have been Sasuke, no way, the man would never help him only if it was just necessary for livelihood. And this did not seem like a life or death situation.

His hands reached to pull the covers that were doing nothing but dehydrating him. "Aha…" Instead of reaching covers, however, Naruto's fingertips settled upon a smooth fingers that spread upon his stomach. He twitched, the first reaction being fear. Perhaps it was not fear, perhaps it was the nerves just ripping themselves away from him like some sort of torture device.

"What?" He panicked, lifting his neck to witness blonde locks flow throughout the covers atop of him. Ino continued to sleep, hands serving as pillows for her head as the rest of her adjusted to his body. She snored softly, peacefully resting herself. "Ino?" Suddenly, like every other time he awoke, the Ino-related events rushed through him, and he realized just what he got himself into.

In some off turn of events he ended up in her bed, in her room, completely dressed. Not that…he would…His face reddened at the sick thoughts that ran through his intellect. Trying his best to completely delete the prior somewhat perverted thoughts, he returned his gaze at Ino, who did not stir from his sudden jerks and yanks.

And, watching her in her passive state, caused him to calm his nerves as well. His muscles relaxed, and he smiled at her.

"So, are you satisfied yet?" A voice from the far left caught his ear, with a twist of the neck he saw Sasuke's sarcastic glare shooting an awkward bullet right through him.

"Sasuke? You're still here?" Naruto whispered, surprised to see his friend who previously vowed to leave him in the dust. "Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes!" He shuddered forgetting of the sleeping figure below him. "How come you're here-?"

Sasuke crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, his body adjusted under the mattress that was fixed into the carpet. Dark orbs lifted to meet at the sight of light blue that began to peer through the mesh of sky. Obviously, the morning hours were arriving. "Just recently," he tapped his fingers against the painted wall. "Did you understand exactly what happened or do I need to explain it to you?" He turned to lock eyes with the other man.

"Okay, okay…first thing," Naruto grinned, his index fingers lifting, "Sasuke you're quite the friend for following me even though this whole thing was crazy, I gotta admit, that takes some guts. Thanks buddy."

Sasuke stared at him, at first blankly, he then shifted his gaze towards the floor, a slight blush settling under his eyes, "You're an idiot, Naruto."

"That may be so, but you're an idiot's best friend."

"…"

"Hey at least she put you to bed too. You know it shows that she cares…" By the death glare Sasuke was giving him he decided it was his time to confess. He gulped, finding this situation to be embarrassing and awkward. "You know she knocked us out pretty good." A few seconds of silence and he continued, "Okay, okay Sasuke, I'm sorry for getting us into this mess. This is going to be some kind of story to tell, but I…" Naruto turned away from Sasuke, the arms that held the rest of his body on either side shook, "I love Ino." He shot his friend a cheesy smile.

"Obviously," Sasuke snorted, instead of pushing forth with the awkwardness which he knew there was plenty of time for that later, he sent him a reassuring smile. "You may be right, but," He rubbed at the back of his head, lifting himself from the bed, "You're going to have to tell it yourself. I think I've had enough of this whole thing." He shook his head, bewildered at the sight of Ino and Naruto. "Keep this in mind, I had nothing to do with it." He added, slowly strolling passed the two, as he headed towards her bedroom door.

"Wait, Sasuke." Naruto called out, hand lifted in an attempt to catch his friend's attention.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks." Another full grin was plastered on his lips as he watched his friend chuckle before exiting the room. As soon as Sasuke was out of sight, Naruto hung his head, sighing to relieve all the tension he was feeling at the moment. So much, he fell back once again, exhaling rather loudly. Little did he know that the pretentious behavior was enough to wake up Ino.

"Hey, you woke up?" Came the first words that blurted out of her mouth, she blinked taking in her surroundings, a yawn ran through her. Sleepy glazed eyes stared at the supposedly injured Naruto. By that stare, he felt himself flush, even if her hair was tangled and the outlines of a few fingers were engraved into her skin, it was just natural beauty to him, rare…five in the morning magnificence.

"Yes, I did."

"Oh? I'm glad." She reached over to slip her fingers in his hair, a few playful scratches were given, a warm smile graced her lips. And he relaxed at the sight, oddly, he guessed that she must have forgotten the whole thing. Yet, the once caring touches soon turned into tugs of anger as Ino grasped onto a chunk of his hair, pulling him closer to her. The affectionate gaze in her intent vanished, her teeth barred she began to yell, "Because I just wanted you to be conscious for this!" Her eyes narrowed, as her occupied hand, which seized a fistful of cornflower locks. Her idle hand raised itself, above Naruto who yelped at the unguarded full blown attack that was besieging him. At the sight of a oncoming slap, he cringed; the set of unspoken laws on the matter of never placing a hand on a woman hit him over the head.

After all, he guessed he deserved it, in one perspective he could appear to be a stalker, or even a tease. But he felt that she had to acknowledge that it was not perversion that swept through him when he laid eyes on her. Therefore, he chose to just take the hit, he shot a momentary look towards her lifted arm, a frown gracing his lips.

She paused, her grip on his hair loosening, the hand that was meant to slap him held his cheek firmly, as she pulled him into a bruising kiss, smashing their lips together. Unexpected, Naruto stood perfectly still, in an attempt to figure out what exactly was going on. The echo of clicks and clacks of her tongue running into his and he could not help himself but finally participate in what he wanted for so long. Warmth flowed through his body, he felt himself unwind under her touch, his hands acting upon impulse, slowly taking hold of her waist, in an effort to bring her as close to him as possible.

As soon as he tried, she pulled away. She brushed her fingers across the whisker lines of his cheeks, he felt his skin burn under contact. He stared, in utter astonishment, as spontaneously as this whole scenario was, he wished she was not just taunting him. Glazed orbs, he remained silent, feeling all chances of ever being with her slipping away.

"You're crazy Naruto." She whispered, her breath brushing against his lips, shivers danced down his neck, and he presumed to be at her ever beck and call. Ino observed his expression alter from shock to shame in very little time. A grin formed on her face as she lightly kissed his lips, once again pulling away before he could react. "What time is it? I think it's 5 in the morning. And for the past few weeks I think you've been stalking me, when I put my finger on it," She watched as his face reddened furthermore, she smiled at his flushed appearance, she brushed her lips against his swollen mouth, "But now I have you all caught, and I just want to say one thing." She cupped her palms on either side of his face, her forehead leaning against his as she peered into the bright cerulean.

"What is it?" He spoke, his breath pushing against her blonde bangs. His patience was no more, and he had to know whether this was a squander of a joke or if…

"I'm sorry I hit you with the pan, really." Sincerity clear in her tone, she brought her arms around his neck, glancing down to see that without her awareness, he brought her upon midsection. Sly move indeed.

A blank stare was returned to him, crimson lines jolted upon her cheeks like electricity.

"It's alright,"

So close. They were so close. Their breaths meshed together, tickling one another. And in yet, as their arms laced, their bodies collided, neither could find the strength to address the words, in fear of the unknown. Of what might or could happen.

"I wouldn't hurt you." He answered, clearing the lingering silence that seeped into the tone in the air. He quickly could feel embarrassment settle in his abdomen, finding that statement rather strange, "That is to say I…" He stuttered through a few incoherent mumbles. This was not going to be easy for him, he turned away from her, knowing that she was going to find him to be utterly insane soon enough. "I mean…Ino I-"

"Shut up." She chuckled, "I know." She added, reassuring him. "I wouldn't hurt you either,"

"So you're not mad about all of this?"

"It's pretty romantic, what you did. Even if it was interrupted a couple of times." She answered. "No, no I'm not mad."

"…So what does this mean?" Okay, so patience was not his forte. He peered down at her, his expression perplexed and bewildered.

"It means, you don't have to crawl out of my window anymore."

End.