And here's the last one! (I couldn't think of anything for Neji and Tenten since Kathy went to sleep, but if inspiration hits her I'll be sure to immediately type it up (Though it isn't like I have a choice))

Ino stormed into Sakura's apartment, huffing as she stomped over to the kitchen table to sit in her usual distressed spot, slumping into the table as she waited for her friend to eventually show up since one of the dogs -she really had no idea how Sakura kept all of their names straight- that had been on the couch had just trotted off.

A few moments later the pinkette appeared with a toddler on her hip, said four year old quickly wiggling her way down to race over to greet her favorite aunt.

"Ino," Sakura sighed and she slipped into her seat, pulling Karin into her lap when the white haired girl held out her arms, "What is it now?"

"I want to make Choji chocolate for Valentine's day." Ino muttered into the wood. Sakura stared at the girl for a moment, waiting for her to continue, but when she didn't she just rolled her eyes skyward.

"The horror." She deadpanned, and Ino jerked her head up to glare at her for her tone. "What? Just go to the store and buy some like you do every year."

"But I want to make it this year." Ino stressed, "I heard this one guy say that homemade chocolates taste the best, and I decided that I want to try making it for Choji."

"But you hate cooking." Sakura reminded her, to which Ino just rolled her eyes.

"I know. But I figured that if you helped me I'd be able to do it without much trouble. You do now how to make chocolates, right?"

Sakura grumbled a bit, but a small smile spread over her lips. "Yeah, I did for Kakashi one year. I ended up throwing them at his face, I think." Seeing the blonde girl's pleading look Sakura just sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but you will be helping."

"Of course!" Ino promised with a huge smile.

But two hours later Sakura was putting pans in the freezer while Ino sat on the living room floor playing with Karin, having left the kitchen after the first half hour when she had gotten some of the ingredients on her shirt so that she could wash it off, ending up flipping through a magazine after she had come out of the bathroom and had spotted the latest issue of Kunoichi Weekly on the side table.

Sakura spotted the blonde and shook her head at her, having known from the beginning that it would happen like it had. Ino didn't like cooking though she could do it and so she tried to stay as far away from the art as she could, even when she felt like she wanted to.

"Here." Sakura said, handing Ino a pan, "Put this in the freezer overnight and then you can cut it up in the morning."

"Oh, thanks!" Ino said with a bright smile, "Was it hard?"

"Hard enough that I'm not going to do it for you again." Sakura stated evenly. "Now shoo, it's time for Karin's nap."

"No!" Karin whined, and seeing that there was a chance of the girl throwing a fit Ino was quick to get up and get out, holding the pan of chocolate proudly.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Ino cheered as she handed Choji the larger than average bag of chocolates. "I made you chocolate!"

Sitting down at the table of the restaurant, Choji looked down at the bag and then up at his girlfriend across from him who was happily playing with the necklace he had gotten her.

"Ino," He said, his amusement apparent. "You didn't make these." He knew how much she hated cooking or baking or even touching a stove, so there was no question about how she hadn't made the chocolates.

"No," Ino agreed easily, "But it's the thought that counts. So the thought that I could have made them makes up for me not actually making them. So there you go." She said, smiling happily at him as if she had just made all the sense in the world.

He shook his head fondly at her in amusement before digging into the bag, and she knew that at least this way he wouldn't be disappointed since Sakura could make good chocolate.

I see Ino as the person who was extremely confident in herself when her relationships mainly consisted of shallow reasoning and sex, but as soon as it got serious she would panic about even the smallest things because she would be afraid of messing things up and what everything meant.

And Sakura gets the brunt of this, along with her poor kitchen table.

See you later, my sweet ones!