Father must have gone to bed when I had returned. He was nowhere to be seen. Shikamaru was kind and brought my luggage up to my room. Nothing had changed, not the room, just the girl looking back at me in the vanity.

Deep down in my mind I knew that was not healthy, that I was too skinny. I hardly ever let that part talk. The one that called me fat, unsuccessful and a failure on the other hand.

I put a blanket over the mirror and unpacked. Father must have made our old maid Anko clean my room and put sheets on my bed. I did not complain at all.

I undressed and jumped under the covers. I let my gaze run freely, letting my fingers slide over my hips trying to sooth me. It had been a long journey, and a painful dinner.

Their words hurt more than I was willing to admit. I was only used to being admired and praised. It had done something to me. It made me feel something I thought I had stopped feeling. Something I had not felt since I was once again a scared and uncertain teenage girl.

Nobody adored my bones in this hick town.

Sakura was ranting about Ino, Sasuke knew that. He let her, she did not even know if he was listening and that didn't stop her.

"And then she was like, I'm an adventurer, I go on safaris and keep a jetpack under my bed. I'm not jealous of her lifestyle, not the slightest." I was trying to convince myself. I was jealous. Jealous of how every man looked at Ino, even now when she looked sick. Now she needed saving and they would love to jump in and convince her that she was beautiful and that they could make her happy.

I never had the discipline Ino had. That's why I would throw up my meals in high school and Ino would skip them. I had been certain she would win prom queen but I had won it. I had made Ino leave town too afraid to come back. I had won my hometown and I enjoyed that. This small town was not enough for the both of us.

I ran this place now.

I was the beautiful friendly one who had everything you ever wanted.

"You don't love her anymore, do you?" I was uncertain asking the love of my life. She was still Ino and she had taken everything she wanted in the past, including my fiance.

"Not even like someone is supposed to have lingering feelings for their first girlfriend. There's nothing. I'm happy I dropped her and went for the diamond." He kissed me on my neck. His kisses were always so warm and comforting. I purred from hearing those words and the soft kisses on my neck.

Competing with Ino might be stupid; while we were fighting for the same thing in their teens we had grown up now and had different goals and ambitions.

Ino was a model without a college degree; I would soon be a doctor.

Ino clearly still had an eating disorder; I had the man they had been fighting over.

I had won. I smiled and looked up at my stash and tiara. It had been the best night of my life. The face on Ino when she didn't get called on stage, her face when I danced with Sasuke. I wished I could have seen her face when I was comforting him with my tongue. Ino deciding to leave town, Sasuke leaving Ino for me, Ino getting so drunk she made out with Shikamaru breaking his heart.

It had been my biggest victory in life.

She did not even remember what she had confessed to him the next morning, too drunk. She had broken Shikamaru badly, and monthly sent him fuck you's through her modeling career.

He might be with Temari, but even she knew she was Shikamaru's second choice. I thoroughly feel awful for him.

I got off bed and did what I used to do several times since Ino moved. I typed Ino Yamanaka into Google. Several pictures showed up, millions actually. All showed the female edition of perfection.

Her older pictures were happier than the newer ones. Just a year ago she had a glow and dimples. She would often be seen on the red carpet with her boyfriend Deidara. I can't understand how she could go from being madly in love with Sasuke to Shikamaru to being with this man.

I would never trade Sasuke for him, sure he was more fit than Sasuke, had better cheek bones and hair. He was also the owner of Akatsuki publishing. He had helped Sasukes brother publish his book. He produced and owned anything related to Ino. She was in essence his property. She even had her own blog published at his company's webpage. Never would I want that instead of the calm and quiet life I have with Sasuke.

She had not been shy about her going to rehab. Her last post was posted months ago. She was in her underwear; Deidara must have taken a picture of her snorting coke. The title just read Rehab is for Quitters. Under her picture she had written "See you on the outside darlings." Her make-up was smudged, her eyes dark, but she was smiling as if she was happy and laughing. Her bones were poking out.

She looked sick. She looked good, that was what really disgusted me. She would have looked awful had it not been for her obvious fake boobs and muscular butt. Her father had paid for her plastic surgery. She had told everyone about it, she had even let a few special men feel them.

Ino's dad was the kind of dad that gave her daughter breast implants for her eighteenth birthday. He had no boundaries and poor judgment when it came to his daughter. He might have thought that if he gave her everything she wanted, she would not kill herself like his wife did.

Inoichi was a kind man who had experienced so much more pain than he had deserved. I still remembered the day they found her body by the shore. It was by the local airport that is why Ino is terrified of flying, especially flying to and from their local airport. She's never told us but Shikamaru had it all figured out. He used to have her all figured out.

Ino had never cried hearing her daddy tell her that mommy would never come home again. She had taken the news with grace. She had never since that day let her face show her true feelings. Always hiding behind whatever she wanted to portray to the world. Ino was dangerous.

Sasuke walked up behind me looking down on the computer screen with a frown.

"Are you looking her up again?" I nodded. I was partly obsessed with the phenomena Ino Yamanaka. I could spend hours looking at interviews of her, looking through her pictures and I was even an active member on one of her many fan forums. She used to be my bestfriend before I replaced her with Sasuke. I never talked to her about him, never asked her if she was fine with it. She had known I hocked up with him that night. That was why she went with Shikamaru. I do still feel bad about it.

I traded her and her friendship for Sasuke.

I don't think Ino really knew how popular and famous she is. She was the new Tyra Banks, the new Kate Moss, Ino. She only did modeling though, catwalk and advertising, a few interviews on TV. Yet she acts like the girl she was in high school. Like she has to put on a show to make people look at her. Doesn't she know that everyone is always watching her now? She has no privacy.

Deidara was her manager, he was always behind her. I wish that Sasuke could be more supportive like Deidara was. I did not know just how supportive Deidara actually was making that wish.

They looked perfect together. It-girl, it-boy together they were the it-couple, like Sasuke and I were in our town.

Deidara was a player though. I do not trust him to be faithful. He had been with so many women. I knew that Ino was a virgin when she left. I was probably the only one beside herself that knew. Ino put on this act about being promiscuous. Ino was a prude when it came to sex, it was special to her. She was the romantic type. She was sure there was only one true love for her out there and she had been saving the deepest physically and physical bond they could share for him.

Deidara did not seem to share that view. The list of models he had been with before was beyond long. I had looked up each one of them. Most of them were beyond skinny and blond, like Ino. None of them as beautiful or as skinny. None of them had reached the same heights as Ino.

What made him stay with her I did not know. It might have been the money he must be making because of her. Still it didn't seem like any of them needed additional money.

I had access to some money myself. Sasukes family had some money, nowhere near what Deino must have had though. It must be magical being as well off, famous and pretty as Ino. I turned off the computer knowing she had something Ino did not have.

I had her fomer boyfriend by her side, my fiancé.

I had slept in the next morning. Sasuke had left and the spot next to me was cold when I woke up alone. I hated that he was such a morning person. I got out of bed and slipped straight into my slippers. I made myself a bowl of cereal and turned on her computer.

I had gotten a mail telling me that Ino had posted an entry on her blog. I followed the link straight to her blog. It was a little too early in the morning for what I saw. White walls, white floor, a single mattress with a white sheet carelessly thrown over it. Deidara was on all four above Ino. He was only wearing a boxer, a white boxer. She on the other hand was dressed in a thong, corset with garters and all in black. The way they were looking into each other's eyes was intense. Her corset was diamond encrusted, she was the main focus in the picture, she was sparkling.

Deidara had a thin layer of oil on his body, making it easy to see how fit he actually was. I felt like I could see every muscle of his, his six-pack just visible. Ino was also wearing five inch black heels, red underneath told me that they were probably by Christian Louboutin. She had wrapped her legs around him.

The picture was screaming sex. She looked so fragile with the strong man above her. The picture was so gripping that I would not be able to get it out of my mind. Not that I had tried. It was hot. The symbolism so clear, he was the angel and Ino the temptress.

"Missing my sunshine extra much this morning

Shine on forever
Shine on, benevolent sun

Shine down upon the broken
Shine until the two become one

Shine on upon the severed
Shine until the two become one

Divided, I wither away
Divided, I wither away

Shine down upon the many
Light our way, benevolent sun

Breathe in union
Breathe in union
So, as one, survive another day and season

I hope you haven't stopped eating with worry lovelies. Sorry for leaving you out to hang like that. No I'm not sick, quitting my modeling and Deino are stronger than ever even though I miss him. Those are all just rumors. I'm especially looking at you Perez Hilton. Boo-hoo, I went to rehab. I'm already over it.

Due to family reasons I'm spending my summer in hickville. So I need you darlings to go out in the city streets and show off your newest summer dresses, have some ice cream and macrons, sip on a cold latte and listen to the city buzz. Ah, how I miss it all. I'm off to comfort shop the whole Gucci summer line. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

Love you each and all, to be heard from soon,

Ino"

She had used her standard signature, a lowercase i with a heart over it. There was actually nothing unusual about it. There was nothing out of the ordinary, except that it was written within fifteen minutes walking distance from my house.

I had to admit at least to myself that I was a bit star struck by Ino.

I had talked to Deidara on the phone. It felt good hearing his voice again, I had missed him. More than I thought I would do. He had also missed me, and I believed that. We had never been apart when we left on bad terms.

Deidara had apologized, and said he understood my point. He had agreed that we would try. I was at a crucial point in life, disappearing was not an option. I would take on a few shoots. If he came down to take pictures of me or if I came to him did not really matter. We had talked about it in great extent when all I wanted to hear him say was that he missed me again.

I was left with something better, he had said that he was worried about me, and it did not sound like when he usually does it. Normally he is worried about me because I had gained some weight, or that I had said the wrong thing to the wrong person.

This "I'm worried about you," was different. Sincere, concerned and worried. He said further on that he had a surprise for me. He refused to give me any hints to what it was. Then he had to go, he was working. He had signed another model right after I was admitted.

I it worried me. It had been years since he had started working with someone new. Not since me. I was worried; I knew how he used to approve models worthy of his attention. Still I refused to think that he would cheat on me.

I knew that he loved me. He had never said it, but I knew. He did not need to say if. I knew it in my heart that he loved me, and if he loved me he would never do anything to break my heart. We were strong and in love.