This was insane and possibly the most deceiving thing Choji had ever done in his life. After stepping outside his apartment, Choji had paced and wracked his mind on what to do. Fuck! Ino definitely knows how to make everything more difficult. Deciding that he would leave it until the morning Choji walked back inside his apartment. Rubbish littered the floor and several cooking magazines lie crumpled on top of the coffee table. Ino's overnight bag was unzipped, clothing overflowed at the top and the corner of a white box caught Choji's eye. Walking over to the flower-print bag, Choji picked it up and took out the white box. Reading the description of the box, Choji took several minutes to digest what he had just read. Going pale and feeling himself go light-headed, Choji opened the box to discover it empty. Then it dawned on him. Oh, shit. Was Ino pregnant? I'm only 20, way too young to be a father! Feeling sick Choji quickly replaced the box when suddenly he got a horrible thought. What if it's not mine? Choji and Ino's relationship was clear that it was only casual, much to Choji's disappointment. Swallowing down the wave of sickness that consumed him, Choji walked down the hall and stopped in his bedroom doorway. Ino lay on his bed, the deep maroon of the bedspread contrasting with her pale blond hair. She lay flat on her back, one arm flung over the empty space next to her as if in search for his body. Sighing, Choji went over and lay down next to her, careful not to wake Ino up as he manoeuvred her arm from beneath him. Shutting his eyes, Choji blocked out the nagging thoughts in his mind and promptly fell asleep.

Yawning, Choji awoke to the smell of a freshly cooked tamagoyaki. Smiling to himself Choji pulled on a neatly folded t-shirt and then walked out of the bedroom into the living area. There the dining table had a plate stacked full of tamagoyaki, a jug of orange juice by the side and a single azalea flower was placed on top of Choji's empty plate. This is nice, but maybe she is being nice to me to break the news! Feeling himself go woozy again, Choji quickly sat on one of the wooden chairs, just in time for Ino to come out of the kitchen a plate of bacon and rice balls in her hands. Choji smiled as she came in, her hair long and loose, and she wearing only his knee length t-shirt.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," She said softly, leaning down to place the plate on the table. "How was your sleep?"

"I-it was good, how was yours?"

"Oh, it was great," She smiled wickedly, watching as Choji took a sip from his glass of orange juice and the said "It was about you, and me…and our baby."

Ino watched in satisfaction as Choji choked and coughed on his drink. "W-what!" Choji spluttered his face red from the coughing.

"Choji, you know I don't like it when people go through my private stuff." She purred out.

"I didn't mean to, it was just there and…" He trailed off not knowing what to say.

"It's ok, just don't do it again okay?"

The pair fell into a comfortable silence whilst they both ate their food, but Choji still had one niggling thought that he still wanted to ask.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" She asked confused looking up from her breakfast at Choji.

"That you were-are pregnant!" Choji said becoming exasperated.

Ino stared blankly at Choji before realising what he had said. "Choji, I'm not pregnant." She said softly watching the confusion cross his face.

"But-but the pregnancy test box…"

"It wasn't for me, silly!" Ino smiled. Kami, she loved him. Even when he's being like this. The thought made Ino laugh.

"Then whose is it?" Choji questioned not sure whether to believe Ino or not. Come on, don't always overthink stuff like this, and anyway I could just ask a medic-nin to find out for me.

"It's a secret Choji, I can'ttell you."

"It's you, isn't it? You just don't wanna' tell me that you're pregnant with another guy's baby!" Choji exclaimed getting up and walking away.

"What? Wait, why would you even consider that as a possibility?" Ino cried, getting up from the table and following Choji to his bedroom. Ino went to open the door but found it locked, looking around in dismay she called out, "Choji! You're being childish open the door or I'm leaving," She called through the door. When nothing happened, Ino let out an angry hiss. "Fine, have it your way, but I'm not staying to witness your tantrum!" With one last huff, Ino made her way to her bag, dragged on a pair of biker shorts, and then left his apartment.

Pulling a hand through her hair, Ino knew she looked a mess and worse still, she had started to cry. She sniffled and let out a ragged breath. How dare he think so low of her! How come he hasn't realised she loved him yet? With Sasuke it was different because it was a stupid girl-crush, but with Choji I know its love! With that saddening thought Ino started crying again, walking home after a weekend at Choji's had never been so depressing. When Ino reached her apartment, which is directly above the Yamanaka flower shop, the first thing she did was pour herself a nice big glass of sake before running herself a bubble bath, with twinkly candles around the sides. This is just what I need she told herself I don't need a man, I don't need Choji!

After Ino had left, Choji sighed and gave in to the temptation to eat and let the sorrow that was brewing consume him. Opening up the bedroom door Choji entered the living room, noticing how everything was cleaner than it was the previous night and that how the dining table was still immaculate except for the crumpled azalea flower that lie on the floor, the pink petals now wrinkly and curled. Choji stared at the flower a little longer, before picking it up and gently cupping it in his palm. Holding in the tears that he could feel burning his eyes, Choji turned a placed the flower in a cup filled with water. Maybe this will live a little longer, longer then my disaster of a relationship. If there was even an relationship, that is. Choji placed the flower cup on the windowsill next to the door, in hope that if Ino returned she would see it and also see that Choji cared. Making his way into the kitchen Choji grabbed himself two packets of potato chips before making his way back into his bedroom and thinking about what he had just done.