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A/n: About the edits on the first chapter, Inoshin is fanon, so I kept the name the same. But I edited the closer part in the first chapter! Thanks all those who reviewed!

Ino watched as Naruto placed his Ramen cup down, literally disgusted at him. In all honesty, how many cups of Ramen could someone eat? She wasn't fond of it to say the least; one cup alone is enough for her to gag. Watching someone like Naruto inhale four cups of ramen and continue to ask for more, she couldn't believe he was this hungry!

"Want some?" He pulled a few noodles with his chop sticks and offers her some. Ino only scrunched up her mouth as she declined his offer.

Their plan to stop the couple hasn't been going in the right direction, two days ago when they did decide on working together Ino had high hopes of black mail, rumors and the whole nine yards. So far, what has become of the plan was Naruto eating Ramen while she waited to see if Sakura and Sasuke show up. Not a very good strategy, two days later and no sign of the love birds.

Ino was becoming incredibly bored with staring at Naruto and his ramen, what she has come to notice however, was all the whispers and looks she'd receive ever since she began to 'hang out' with him. "What are they talking about us?" Ino sunk into her chair, partly covering her mouth as she whispered at the hungry teenager.

"You'll get use to it." In that statement Ino did not see the cheerful happy-go-lucky boy in which she grew accustomed to, what she was a hint of depression in his tone as well as in his features. As soon as he answered her inquiry however, it was replaced with the usual. Yet it stuck with Ino, how incredibly easy it was for Naruto to change attitudes like that. In a way, Ino wanted a more in depth answer but decided to ask at a better time.

In her deep thought Ino was cut off by Sakura's lively voice ringing in her ear, her head rose turning to the entrance to see Sakura latching onto Sasuke's arm as the two decide to sit across the room from them. Ino then suddenly tugs at Naruto's shirt indicated to him that the two have now arrived.

The next hour wasn't the best hour for Ino, to say the least. At first, it was troubling to try to control her anger, she wanted nothing more than to run across the room and latch onto Sakura's hair in order to bang it on the glass table. Watching Sasuke and Sakura brought back memories of childhood and the many challenges Sakura and she would churn out towards one another, all for Uchiha Sasuke. Ino wouldn't deny that Sasuke was amazing, but seeing him in this state with Sakura…it almost felt like he wasn't anything special.

Almost

Her moment of observation was cut off by the sound of grunts and growls inches from her. She turned to see Naruto digging his fingers into the chair he was sitting on, so much he was beginning to peel the paint off with his finger nails. Seeing Naruto completely envious caused her to scowl. What the hell did Naruto see in Sakura anyway? Sure, anyone could pull the determination persona out of their ass but she guessed that Naruto had enough persistence to feed the entire village of Konoha. It was sick how he was so hooked on Sakura when there really was nothing interesting about her.

Naruto didn't speak a word instead he latched onto her hand, squeezing her fingers as he hopped out of the chair. Ino widened her eyes, the voice evidently sucked out of her as she allowed herself to be pulled by the teenager. Her gaze darted from the couple back to Naruto's spiky blond locks. She could feel the beat quicken in her chest, feeling ugly humility splash against her abdomen. "Naruto stop!" She forced herself to whisper harshly, the heels of her shoes leaning against the ground for friction. Impatient with his actions she began to haul him out of the café before they could be seen. Ino cursed under her breath, wondering how in the world Naruto had the audacity to confront them right there and then. Once she heard the glass door swing behind them she pushed him back, angered by his stupidity. "Why'd you do that? They would have seen us!"

"Exactly!"

"No, not exactly! If you're going to pull stupid shit like that, then let's just call it off-"

"But why…?"

"…" Ino squinted her eyes; she clasped her fist with her right palm and proceeded to calm herself down before she'd end up with a dead accomplice. "If they would have seen us, eventually they would know what was up." Ino spoke through gritted teeth, careful not to raise her voice even higher. "Tell me, what the hell are we going to do anyway? We haven't done anything progressive if you ask me!"

"Hey, hey," Naruto smiled sweetly at Ino, placing his hands on her shoulders. His eyes creased as he tilted his head to the side, "No need to worry, I have a plan." He reassured her, pinching her shoulders. Ino sensed her anger slipping from her fingers as she found Naruto beaming innocently at her. Something odd fluttered in her stomach amid adrenalin and anxiety, she could feel her blood rise as she turned away from his gaze. The feeling slithered for a few seconds before fading away and in her rational thought, she slightly enjoyed it. Quickly reminding herself who this person exactly was, Uzumaki Naruto and not Uchiha Sasuke, Ino instantly returned back to herself,

"Don't touch me, Naruto." She spat, although he could sense her ridicule by her tone. Gently prying the tall boy's hands off of her she stated, "So, what is this 'plan' that you have?"

"Ah, I sort of want to surprise you with it." The boy winked, stepping a few feet passed her. No longer aggravated, he rested his palms on the back of his head as he interlocked his fingers. Grinning, he continued to walk knowing that Ino had no choice but to ask.

"Surprise me? Really, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing…or maybe …" He rubbed his chin in a questioning manner hearing Ino's sandals jog closer to him.

"Naruto stop! I thought WE were suppose to do something."

"Oh we are! That's where we're going."

"Excuse me?"

"…What? You wanted us to do something, so we are!" He grinned, leering in Ino's direction. There were mischievous intentions in his answer; Ino didn't know whether to trust him. "We're almost there anyway-"

"Where!"

"Sasuke's house." Ino paused dead in her tracks, her jaw practically hitting the dirt road. The entire idea had "Bad" labeled all over it; going to Sasuke's house was not only a bad idea, but what if he walked in? Then again…being in the famous Sasuke's house…where he lived and slept, her knees buckled at the thought of her crush sleeping innocently in his futon. She imagined the teenager embracing a teddy bear, the moonlight shining on his precious-

"INO! Wake up!" Naruto cried out, shattering her cherished day dream. Ino frowned, feeling seclusion initiating its repulsive stabs at her heart. She tried her best to swallow it, tasting blood. But it wasn't blood, she's checked before, it never was blood. "Look we're here." He kicked the wooden door open, Ino finding herself scratching her head at how easy it was to access his house.

"What the…"

"I thought so to, but then again Sasuke doesn't really have many things to value." Naruto hopped inside the house, Ino tip toeing slowly behind. The house was rather…small to say the least. All Sasuke had to offer was a bed and a kitchen/living room, although that didn't surprise Ino that much. His bed was made with a single pillow but he had a few sandals and socks scattered aimlessly on the floor. Naruto greedily flung the refrigerator door open, looking for some orange juice, his knees bent to peek inside.

"Idiot, what are you doing? Don't mess with his stuff!" Ino grabbed the orange juice from Naruto's hand, shaking a fist at him. They managed to keep the lights off but Sasuke's windows didn't have shades to cover the sunlight.

"Common, I bet Sasuke drinks out of that…" Naruto teased, baring his teeth at the girl. "I know you want to drink it."

Ino blushed as she unwittingly glanced back at the already opened carton. "N-no."

"Okay then!" He snatched the container, shoving it back into the ice box. He ensued towards Sasuke's bed, spotting a photograph laying on the small desk. Half expecting it to be a petty couple picture of Sasuke and Sakura he was quick to shove it into focus. When he did realize what picture it was though, he sank until his rear met the mattress. His mouth was faintly ajar; he grazed his thumb at the image of him and Sasuke a few months past. Amazingly, Sakura was out of the picture. Naruto grinned as he could see the mirror image of himself gracefully returning a peace sign back to the viewer. His arm was over Sasuke's shoulder as his friend only held a grin of confidence, because Sasuke rarely smiled. Almost stunned enough to sob, "Sasuke, you bastard…" He was surprised to know that his rival actually did care for him, as much as he tried to hide it. Suddenly, another photograph slipped from the back of the other's board. This time it fell limply between his feet. Naruto leaned over to look at the crinkled picture of Sasuke and Sakura, sitting by the tree. In this photo, he wasn't so hesitant to show his feelings for her as the kiss on her cheek was plain for the world to see. "Shit! Traitor! I knew it!" Naruto sprung to his feet, prepared to trash Sasuke's house.

He caught Ino's back from the corner of his eye, from his cries she jumped quickly turning around before wiping her mouth from the smears of orange juice. "Don't scream! You scared the hell out of me!" Ino cried out in protest, trying her best to hide the orange juice back into the fridge.

"Yeah well…" Naruto grabbed the photograph, thrusting it near Ino's eyes. It didn't take long for Ino to realize why he was so peeved; he could tell that she wasn't so pleased by the grunt that followed but her reaction was less…loud to say the least.

"You know what? Let's trash it, you're right. He'll never know!" Ino grinned evilly, fire flickering in cerulean eyes. She hurled the picture out of view and proceeded to open Sasuke's closet, Naruto a few steps behind.

"Look, I knew I'd find another shoe!" Naruto exclaimed joyfully, tugging at the black sandal until it finally fit. He chuckled in glee, staring at himself in the mirror in his full Sasuke attire. "Now I'm really Sasuke. Sheesh, what is with this guy and blue?"

"You should talk; you wear orange all the time." Ino adjusted her self-made bandana of Sasuke's shirt. She pulled up his pajama pants which were a few sizes too big for her as she rested on his blanket. A few hours of throwing the teenager's clothes every which way was pretty funny but not all she wanted to do was remember Sasuke's scent. "Hmm, you actually do look kind of like him. But Sasuke's way cuter." She laughed, flopping onto the boy's bed.

"Yeah, yeah." Naruto waved her off with a flick of his wrist, returning back to the mirror. "The kid needs better clothes…-"The two automatically stopped in their leisure time, Sasuke's voice could be heard in a distance. Ino scanned the room; the blood began to drain from her face. She turned to stare at Naruto who seemed to be just as oblivious as she was. Her knees began to give in as she jumped out of the bed, pulling off the shirt from her hair and allowing it to settle on the rug. The house was torn apart save for the bathroom that didn't have much to destruct anyway. Ino brought her hand to her face as her stare begged to be saved, Naruto abruptly clutched Ino's wrist as he led her to the closet. He had no other choice, all of what his rational did muster was that Sasuke was ten feet behind and if he didn't hide he was sure a dead guy. He forced it open and ignored Ino's muffled cries as he shoved her inside and forced his way in. Seconds later he pulled the knob close, hearing the door click as his lips brushed against the wooden door. He breathed heavily, the beat of his heart loud and clear in his ears.

"He's right here too! We're so screwed!" Ino whispered, feeling her legs cramp from her position. Not only was she getting Closter phobic, but there wasn't room to breath. She was practically sitting on Naruto as the two stared anxiously at the open crack below their feet for shadows. Before she could speak any further Naruto clasped her mouth with his palm, pulling her away from the door and closer to his chest. She could feel the thumps of his heart which fed into her fear.

"Just wait outside Sakura; I'll be there in a few minutes." Sasuke glanced over his shoulder as he quickly ran into the house for his wallet. He paid no attention to the clothes on the floor as he made his way to the kitchen counter, the late afternoon shade disguising most of the house nevertheless. Once he did get the wallet he turned back to the door, closing it behind him casually before returning back to Sakura.

"I think he's gone." Naruto let go of Ino, exhaling with relief.

"Oh, thank god!" She threw her arms in the air, feeling the gust of danger release from her breaths. "Now can you get off me?"

"I'm not on you, you're on me." He stated plainly, bringing his arms out to show just how squished he was between the ground and Ino.

"…Well I can't move," She shifted, turning her head back to glare at Naruto. The two began attempting to adjust their balance, the idea ended as soon as Ino realized that she was even more uncomfortable than before, this time her legs were entangled with Naruto's and her hand was holding most of her weight, it clutched his shirt as the boy reached desperately for the door knob.

"Did you ever realize that you're heavy?" He flinched, feeling Ino's nails dig into his abdomen, his fingers grazed against the cold metal. With a thrust of his sore arm he was able to seize the door knob, flicking the object to the side and pushing forcefully as he and Ino flew out.

"Holy!-"Ino cried out, hurling her palms in front of her to prevent the ground from breaking her jaw. Unfortunately, Naruto lacked such instinct as his body instantly collided into Ino.

"…Woops…" He chuckled softly, lifting himself off of his friend. He sat over the side, his eyes lingering to witness what was left of the destruction of closet racks. Simply grinning he placed his hand behind his head. "Whoa we got away with it." His remark followed by loud cackles.

Instead of clocking Naruto over the head Ino returned his smile, her face reddening. By the way the street light from the window that was hitting his face, and by the way the clothes fit him well, he looked like Sasuke for a second; a happy-go-lucky Sasuke that caused butterflies to waver in her stomach.

Well that's it! As always, constructive criticism is welcome, please review!