Pink Crush
Chapter One
Whispers Into The Night
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Before I begin, I would like to say a couple things. This is the second release of this fic, the first time I had posted the first ten chapters, I removed it due too a few things. Mostly, disgust with the level it was written at, IE the grammar and style.
For those of you who read the original and enjoyed it, I hope you find this revamped version equally, or more so, enjoyable. I have left the storyline mostly in tact, changing a few select aspects that I found too sloppy to recover. Mostly, it is the same story simply rewritten. Enjoy, - Kiravu
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Cool night air brushed against silky skin, the rhythmic sound of a heart pound filling the dark silence, as well as the young woman's ears. Her fingers trembled slightly as she inched them closer to an all too familiar face.
Gently, she brushed a strand of white-blonde hair lingering on the face that has been the bearer of her torture and joy, away from flawless lips. Sakura swallowed, nervous energy building up as she inched closer, her lips parting, unconscious of the fact that the space between herself and her love was growing smaller with each passing heart beat.
The sheets ran over the pair, purple silky sheets running against her skin as she studied those lips. Her unusual pink hair reached towards the earth's pull, emerald green eyes sparkling from the light perched outside the bedroom window.
The female shinobi could feel her breasts begin to brush against the sleeping beauty beside her. Blushing deeply, her fingers moved down from the wrangled stray hair, running across a warm cheek, flushed with colour. Her eyes drift closed, moving her lips that last miniscule yet seemingly immense space that still stood between them.
"Sakura?" The beauty yawned, causing Sakura's eyes snap open wide, pulling back suddenly.
"Uh, yeah, Ino?" The blushing girl replied, trying to keep her voice from trembling as she turned over, snatching away her hand to hold it against her chest. Through the thin nightshirt that hung to her body loosely, she could feel the beat of her heart pounding to break free of her chest. The smaller female stared out the window close by, panic stricken and trying desperately to get a hold of herself.
"Why are you still up...?" Ino, her best friend, appeared confused as she rubbed her eyes and yawned once more. Ino shifted to lie on her side, studying the turned back of her best friend, a curious expression scrunching up her eyebrows so they twisted together. The blonde beauty pressed her open palm against the back of her friend and felt her warmth spread over her touch, twisting and climbing up the sides of her fingers until she was engrossed in her presence. Letting out a content sigh, she pressed her forehead between her friends shoulder blades, reveling in the muscle and strength hidden between the loose nightshirt.
Sakura's mind raced, closing her eyes as she tried to calm down, breathing deeply.
'It's okay, she didn't see you... what the hell were you thinking anyways?' She scolded herself, pulling the sheets closer around her, trying desperately to ignore the touch that had lit her on fire. Ino's touch was driving her insane, everything in her screamed at her to turn, to embrace the contact that had been offered. It took everything she had to simply not push her away instead.
"Sakura?" Ino questioned again, a perplexed look littering her face, a slight smile tugging at her lips while at the same time the look of confusion gave her eyes an odd look as she stared at the fabric. The look suggesting her thinking of two completely different things that could be keeping the other shinobi awake at this hour.
"Nothing's wrong," Sakura quietly answered, still not trusting herself to raise her voice above a whisper. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and it reappeared instantly, stubbornly reminding her of her incurable nervousness.
Ino smiled, amused with Sakura's need to lie. She could always tell when her best friend was not being honest with her, it was a side effect of spending her entire life around the annoying girl. Besides that, it was odd for the brain to overlook something so basic.
"I didn't ask if anything was wrong, dork. I asked why you were still awake," Sakura gulped as she listened to Ino smile behind her back, if smiles could be heard, then she most certainly heard it. Her mind raced to find the proper reply to get herself out of the sticky mess.
Ino seemed to sense her distress, tightening her hold on the panicked girls shirt as she slipped a hand underneath, rubbing her fingers over the skin of her back. Sakura's skin was flawless under her touch, satin like skin covered hard muscle surrounding the dip of her spine and the ridges of her ribs. Ino shivered and forced her hand not to torment the other girl anymore than she already had.
"O-oh, well, I just had a really realistic dream and it woke me up," Sakura lied, hoping the stutter in her answer was unnoticed. She waited to see if the subject would be dropped and Ino would fall back asleep and hopefully forget anything had happened by the time she woke up. Besides it wasn't a complete lie, it had certainly seemed like a dream to her and it certainly had been very realistic. Unfortunately for her, luck was not on Sakura's side.
Ino moved to spoon the smaller girl, pressing her chest against her friends back, rubbing her thighs against the back of her legs. She ran her hands around to rest on her toned stomach, stifling a moan – barely – when her hips rubbed against Sakura's ass.
"Was it a nightmare?" Ino teased, tilting her lips so they whispered directly into other girls ears.
Sakura's heart renewed it's frenzied pounding with more vigor that before, her attempt at calming down being utterly shattered as she felt the blonde's body press up against hers, soft breasts pushing against her back. She coiled away on reflex, balling up as her grip on the front of her shirt changed to gift Ino's sheets with a death grip.
"N-no," stammered Sakura, very aware at how close Ino's lips had come to brushing her ear, even if the blonde herself must not have been aware of that fact.
'I doubt she would even think of anything like that, we're just friends... why is my mind always in the gutter?' She swallowed again, not daring to move, or trusting where her hands might end up if she didn't stay focused.
"So, it was an erotic dream then?" Ino taunted, stating more than asking as she bit at her friend's ear, teeth barely grazing skin. Sakura shivered and wondered once again how she had gotten into this situation to begin with and why Ino so loved to tease her, without a single thought of how much she was affecting her friend. Briefly the thought of returning the favor graced her inner eye, only for her to squash the notion instantly.
"No," she replied quickly, embarrassed.
'Maybe I should just tell her it was a weird dream about Naruto being eaten by a bowl of ramen and she will lose interest,' Sakura thought, formulating a story in her mind that would sedate the seductress spooning her. Maybe then her heart would leave the danger zone of having an attack.
Ino appeared to pout, resting her chin against her friend's shoulder, seemingly unaware of the trauma she was inflicting.
"Well then, what were you dreaming about?" She yawned, eyes drifting shut again, losing interest since the two most interesting topics did not appear to be the case. In truth the blonde wanted nothing more than to fall asleep as she was, wrapped around the smaller female without a care in the world. She worried if their conversation lasted much longer Sakura would move away and leave her with a pang, and a yearning to be surrounded by her heat once more.
"Naruto being eaten by a bowl of ramen," Sakura replied too quickly, hopeful that her fib would quench her friend's curiosity. When Ino didn't reply the panic stricken girl became very aware of the soft breathing by her ear, and that Ino hadn't released her before falling back asleep. Very carefully she glanced over her shoulder to look directly at the peaceful sleeping face of her best friend.
Blushing deeply, she cursed inwardly. 'Why do you have to be so damn gorgeous?' Sakura sighed heavily. 'Well I know I won't be getting to sleep anytime soon,' the heat between her legs would make sure of that and there was little chance of it subsiding easily with the way she was now.
Laying awake, Sakura listened as her heart continued to pound in her ears, beating quickly in contrast to the soft, slow breathing of her sleeping companion. Sakura closed her eyes and tried to picture one of the days she had spent with the blonde back when they had both first entered the academy for the Leaf shinobi.
Sakura could smell the flowers that surrounded them, she heard their teacher speaking in the background, but couldn't make out what she was saying, that detail wasn't really that important to the memory anyways.
Sakura thought back to the assignment they had been given, to make a flower bouquet that described themselves. The female shinobi had at first, wandered around picking flowers at random and putting them together before walking back to her new friend; Ino had smiled at her and looked at what she had come up with. Sakura remembered the way her friend had gently explained to her the different parts of a bouquet and how to build one.
Thinking about the different flowers Ino had explained to her, she quietly asked, "Ino if you're a Cosmos flower, am I just a Thoroughwort?"
Sakura sat glumly comparing Ino to the beautiful white flower and herself to a weed-like and gangly one, the comparison in her eyes was easy to make.
Ino sighed, her eyes closing as she tilted her face up to the sun's rays, a faint smile lifting the corner of her lips.
"What are you talking about?" Ino paused to think before she continued, "well... if you ask me, you aren't even a flower yet, you're still a bud." The blonde smiled brightly at her friend.
Sakura returned her look, however uncertain of what to make of the comment, she looked down at her feet in the grass.
"Yeah," Sakura agreed quietly, a sad edge to her reply. "Ino?" She inquired.
"Yeah?" Her friend replied, wiggling her toes in the grass as she stared to the heavens.
"Why did you give me this ribbon?" Sakura asked, wrapping her arms around her knees, pulling them in close. Ino frowned and studied her friend for a moment, before replacing it with smile.
"Because I thought it would be a waste for you to wither away as a bud." Sakura blushed deeply, hiding behind a curtain of hair. "There's no meaning to a flower unless it blooms, and who knows – your bud might turn out to be a flower more beautiful than a Cosmos," Ino beamed, not noticing as her friend's eyes became wet with tears.
"Thank you, Ino," Sakura had replied quietly.
Sakura sighed, the pounding of her heart had dulled a little as she recalled the memory. 'I was so shy, I still am, sorta,' she thought to herself.
Suddenly she scowled 'Damn that Ino-pig for being such a smooth talker, it's her fault I'm having a full blown heart attack right now and she doesn't even know!' Ino had always been there for her, when all the other children were busy calling her billboard brow. Sakura thought back to the deep red ribbon Ino had given her, it was to hold her hair back.
Sakura's solution to her big forehead was to cover it with her bangs, but Ino had convinced her that would only make it worse. 'Leave it to Ino to know about hair styles and how to make your forehead look smaller when I was still having trouble tying up my shoes. The younger shinobi sighed heavily as she felt Ino's arms tighten around her stomach under her shirt, squeezing them closer together. Any amount her heart had slowed down was instantly reversed back into a full blown panic and Sakura blushed once more.
"Dammit, I'm really not gonna get any sleep tonight," she muttered, spitting out the words like venom.
'Don't lie, you're greatly enjoying this,' her inner ego mocked her. Scowling, her memories skipped forward a few years.
"I heard you like Sasuke," a young, teenage Ino had accused Sakura, her face looking a little hurt.
"Yeah, I do," Sakura replied, blushing a little. She didn't really have a thing for the raven haired boy, she was just going along with every other teenage girl who were currently crushing on him. Trying to fit in instead of sticking out like a sore thumb, it was easier that way.
"Yeah, well, just so you know, I like him too," Ino had replied, smugly tilting her chin up.
"Oh, wow, you do, Ino?" Sakura inquired, eyes wide as she stared at her friend, not comprehending the devastating mistake she had just made, thrilled there was something else they could share.
"So, I guess this makes us rivals," Ino had replied.
Sakura blinked and looked out at the streetlight shining in through the open window of the apartment Ino owned. The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth, that had started it all, the feud that drove a wedge between the two friends, both pledging to win the Uchiha's heart.
"Fuck you, Sasuke," Sakura growled, suddenly infuriated. She knew she shouldn't blame him, if the teenage girl fad had been on anyone else they would be equally as guilty right now in her eyes. Sakura had known she had always had strong feelings for Ino, boys seemed dull... uninteresting, compared to her. How could anyone not? Ino was perfect.
It wasn't until much later she realized they were more than feelings for a friend. The competition for Sasuke had almost ruined their friendship, Sakura was too stubborn to admit that she really didn't have any interest, and afraid of what would be asked if she did. Instead, simply refusing to lose and hurting at the same time. Eventually her attempt to fit in had turned in to years of rivalry between her and her best friend until she was no longer certain of why they were even still at odds.
Sakura's mind wandered to the chunin exams that happened years later, when Sakura was in a true pinch out of nowhere Ino had appeared, dragging Shikamaru and Chouji - her squad mates - along with her.
Sakura remembered how amazing Ino had looked, like a guardian angel sent there to look over her, to protect Sakura when she needed it most. Later in the exams they were paired up in a preliminary to compete in a one on one fight.
The pink haired girl had almost swallowed her tongue when she saw the random name selection show her and Ino's name on the big screen. They had both fought with everything they had, but held back reflexively whenever a blow would truly harm the other. It had been an emotional ride, neither truly wanting to fight and in the end finishing in a double knock out, a draw.
Sakura remembered what it was like waking up, opening her eyes to see Ino looking at her, concern flashing in her blue eyes. For a moment Sakura had forgotten their feud and felt like a kid again, smiling wistfully back at the blonde.
'After that,' Sakura thought silently, 'well, we started to become friends again after that, albeit that neither of us would break down and admit it, but we were talking and it was a start.'
Sakura smiled broadly and looked over her shoulder once again, looking at the sleeping face of her secret love resting against her shoulder, admiring the way the moon's rays complimented her skin tone so well. Slowly she made a little room between them, turning over so she was facing the gorgeous blonde now. Hesitantly, she raised her hand to move the same strand of hair that was again, trying to hide part of Ino's perfect face.
"Sakura," Ino breathed faintly, it was so quiet Sakura froze and wondered if she had really heard it. Blinking, she stayed perfectly still and listened. Heart pounding, a dozen scenarios played through her mind, Ino expressing her love unknowingly in her sleep, Ino confessing a desire for her, Ino...
"Go to sleep, your fidgeting keeps waking me up," Ino mumbled, unmoving.
'Ino, annoyed because you're being creepy, horny and stalkerish,' Sakura's inner ego confirmed.
Sakura's face turned a deep crimson as she stared in disbelief, Ino's lips curved into a smile, whispering softly, "you're such a dork." Ino pulled her arms tight around Sakura again, pulling her close, crushing the smaller girl against her chest.
Sakura lay unmoving before letting her head rest in the nape of Ino's neck, marveling at how perfect her skin looked, felt, and smelt. Breathing deeply, Sakura yawned.
'Maybe I will be able to sleep after all, how can I not? Being held in the arms, by the woman I love.'
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Alright, chapter one of Pink Crush. I have the first ten already written for those who read the original version of this fic. So they should be updated quick-ish. No promises, I have an addiction to sleep that my best friend assures me is a little bit excessive.
Thanx for reading, let me know what you think! Drop a review if you have time / feel like it, I'd love to hear any thoughts or opinions on your mind! - Kiravu