Yay! Update! I'm sorry for making you all wait so long, but I shall make it worth your while by including more action! . . . Anyways, I'll be updating as soon as possible from now on! :)
I've been listening to Pendulum a lot lately. Look them up, their music is good inspiration!
Also, for lack of inspiration, I use God a lot later in the chapter. Shows off my religion, eh? Well, just wanted you guys to know, if you're atheist or whatever, I'm not trying to offend you or anything.
300,000 yen is like 3000 dollars, if I get my estimation is right, by the way. You might want to check that though. Anyway, it sounds like a lot of money.
Disclaimer: You should know by now, but don't read this if you don't like yuri! I don't own Naruto! If I did, I'd be rich, and the series would probably be MUCH more entertaining! (and full of lesbian sexings!)
It'd been nearly a day since I had walked home alone in that snow, yet I was still taken with what Ino did to me. I had slept in, as usual. Lying in bed, I couldn't help but to think about her. She was simply beautiful in everything that she did. It was impossible for me not to obsess over her. Or rather, it was impossible for me not to obsess over anything now, really. Perhaps, it was a stage. Anyway, it really didn't matter, as long as Ino was alive and well, I would will myself into living along side her.
I sighed and ran my left hand through my hair, reaching into my pocket and feeling around for my phone until I realized it wasn't there anymore. I sighed once again and remembered that I had put it on my dresser before I went to sleep. Huffing, I rolled out of my bed and grabbed the cheap piece of crap from the mess on the dresser. I really needed to do something about all that stuff. Eight years of rubbish laying around really wasn't helping my sane-person act. I sighed once more, just for good measure, and checked to see if I had any missed calls. Sure enough, as expected, I had.
"Twenty-seven missed calls?! From who?" I screamed, ignoring the fact that my parents were asleep. It was ten o'clock or so, and I had to be over at Ino's by eleven. "Shit," I said, cursing my terrible timing. Sighing again, I checked to see who had called me so many times, muttering random obscenities each time Naruto's number came up until I came across Ino's number. My face lit up.
I thought I told her I'd call, I thought, smirking to myself. She called six times. She must be feeling really desperate to dial my number that many times over, I mused. I shrugged out of yesterday's clothes and went to take my shower, smiling the whole time. The cold water hit me in the face hard, but it didn't phase me. I had better things to do than flip out about liquid lead and shitty Japanese showers today. I washed my hair and lathered up my body with the excess soap, thinking of all the fun I would have at Ino's house and rinsing off.
Turning off the water, I made a quick leap from the shower and out onto the bathroom floor, grabbing the towel and drying myself off in a flurry of patting and dabbing. Running down the hall, I tossed the used towel into the pantry and ran into my room to put on my clothes and fix my hair. Today, I chose a black tank-top, a green and white hoodie with pink skulls, and a pair of black skinny jeans, along with my usual pair of ripped up converse shoes. Looking in the mirror, I gave myself the once over and fixed my hair, before jogging my way out of the house and hopping on Naruto's ex-bike and beginning to pedal my way over to her house.
On the way there, I whipped out my phone and dialed her number. The phone didn't even ring once before she picked up.
"Moshi-Moshi, Sakura-chan!" Ino said, giggling like a six year-old. I could almost feel how happy she was on my end of the phone.
I grinned, "Ino-chan, what's up with all the giggling? I'm just calling to tell you I'm coming over now."
"Oh, nothing, Saku-chan, I'm just really happy!" she replied, still giggling.
I laughed, "Oh. I was beginning to think you were on something for a second there." I let out a laugh, panting hard.
"Nah, I wouldn't be able to leave you out of something like that. So, whatcha doin?" She said, still giggling slightly. I grinned, even though I knew she couldn't see it.
"Going to your house. What else could I possible be doing while I'm calling you on the phone? Besides, I thought that I already told you that!" I said, huffing lightly from pedaling so hard.
"Let me guess . . . Getting off?" She asked, half-serious.
I laughed, "Oh yes, I'm so totally fingering myself while on a bicycle, going down the street, talking to you on a cellphone, Ino, 'cause I'm just that special. Yeah right." I actually had done that before. Not the masturbating on a bike thing, but I'd called her on her phone a couple times like that, the entire time I'd have one hand down my pants and the other up my shirt, holding the phone with my shoulder, because apparently, I'm the type of person who can fuck themselves and hold a normal conversation at the same time. How amazing, eh?
"That was a little too much information, Sakura." Ino giggled, probably blushing while trying to keep from laughing. Evidently, her attempts were failing. I had to hold the phone away from my ear a bit to keep the volume at comfortable levels.
"I was being sarcastic."
"It's still nasty . . but kinda hot," she said, giggling.
I laughed, "Oh, so now you're going lesbo on me?" I asked, "Wow, I never expected that to happen."
Ino didn't say anything, but gave a nervous laugh. I decided to change the subject. By the time I managed to forget what we were talking about entirely, I was about a block from her house and steadily getting closer, to the point where I could soon see her window, the driveway, and finally the fence in the back yard, all the while, Ino and I chatted, changing subjects like she changes clothes, a mile a minute.
"Aren't you happy my parents aren't going to be home today?" Ino asked, excited.
I shrugged inwardly and asked, "Sure, I guess. What are we supposed to do," as I walked up to the doorway, smoothing my hair and popping a mint before knocking on the door, "Don't tell me we're going to drink sake again. You know what happened last time."
"Hold on a minute, someone's at the door," she said, and I heard her beginning to walk down the stairs over the phone. That thing had a damn good microphone on it, and I was glad of it, since that meant that I got to hear every single sound she made.
"Kay," I said, knowing that the person she was talking about would be me.
Ino answered the door and stood there for a few seconds, mouth half open, "Um . ."
"Well, do you like what you see?" I said, still holding the phone up to my ear. I'd long since dropped the bike in the middle of her yard, and half unzipped my hoodie for good measure. I grinned wolfishly.
"Sakura. You look . . . sexy!" she exclaimed.
"What?" I managed to say. My throat felt as if it was closing off and I felt my heart beat pulse through my face hotly. I was blushing. Was she really saying that about me? Me of all people. I couldn't believe my ears. "You think . . . I look . . sexy?" I asked, stuttering.
"Um, yeah, totally!" She blurted, confirming my doubts. I let out an inaudible sigh of relief as she continued, "I mean, like, you have the totally-hot-emo-guy-wearing-a-super-tight-hoodie thing going on. Uh . . yeah!" Ino's blush seemed to multiply with each passing second, so rather than to watch her stumble over her words in mental agony, or embarrassment, I decided to try changing the subject. I'd never seen her like this before. Usually, she could handle herself in a conversation, but apparently not now. Needless to say, it was quite a change, and a cute one at that.
"So, what're you planning on us doing tonight?" I asked, purposely ignoring the fact that she had likened me to a guy just moments before, and not just any guy, a totally-hot guy.
Her blush melted away slightly, "I dunno, maybe go walking somewhere," she said, in thought.
I was surprised that Ino, the preppiest girl ever, would want to go somewhere public with no-one but me around her, not to mention to want to walk there, completely on a whim. It wasn't that I didn't think it was possible, but it was just rare. We almost never went anywhere when I came over. Perhaps the comfort of just being alone together was enough for her. She really was a simple person at heart, when it came right down to it.
I gave a chuckle at this realization, to which Ino inquired, "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing," I lied, although I didn't really have a reason to. I had become so accustomed to lying in the past years, I rarely could tell the difference between when I was telling the truth and when I wasn't. So pathetic, I thought, more or less declaring to myself, Why Ino would ever like you, I have no clue.
"Liar." She said. I didn't respond to it. Soon enough, she got the point and started another conversation. All the while, we were standing in her doorway like idiots, getting funny looks from the strangers who went down her road. We ended up walking to the mall, much like Naruto would always request me to do, however, unlike when Naruto would ask me to do this, I never protested. In fact, I was actually eager, which makes sense, since Ino, the object of my affection (more like obsession), was walking side by side with me, holding my hand in hers.
Her skin was soft, irresistibly so. Just being able to touch her spelled ecstasy for me, but actually doing it was like heaven on Earth. I prayed our hands would never lose contact again, for this reason, knowing it was useless though. Minutes later, my train of thought was broken by the heavenly sound of her voice.
"Sakura, you look so cute with that stupid look on your face," she said.
I laughed, "I don't know whether to feel happy or insulted, Ino. I have to admit though, that's the best compliment I've had all day, especially since it's coming from you." It wasn't, but I said so anyway. After all, at least this time, it didn't catch me off guard like the last one. I flashed her a goofy smile and picked up the speed of my walking to match her pace. This would've looked odd to anyone who could have seen us like this, but I wouldn't care because I wanted it that badly. If she and I dated, there'd be no way that I'd have us staying in the closet, no way in hell.
Ino smiled back and made a comment. I'm pretty sure I responded, but whatever it was probably wasn't all that important, since I got interrupted by her screaming, "Hey look, it's the mall! I'll race you there!"
She pointed at the mall with her free hand, like I hadn't seen it from two blocks off, and took off running full speed, dragging me along with her, oblivious to the fact that out hands were still intertwined. Seeing that I had no choice, I ran behind her, trying to keep up as best as I could.
We finally reached the door after about two minutes of solid running. Both of us were exhausted and panting heavily. Thank God for the winter season, I thought to myself, brushing my shoulder off with my free hand. "God, Ino, please tell me you're never going to make me do that again!" I said breathlessly, noticing that our hands never unclasped during the entire time we ran. It was almost like a small consolation, but not really, since I prayed for it, if only half seriously at the time. Ino just laughed and pulled me closer to the door.
We walked into the mall together, closer than we normally would have, since we were jointed at the hand still. Some people gave us funny looks, but it made no difference to us. Some jerks made cat-calls at us, but Ino gave no signs of letting go, which was a huge relief. I was definitely enjoying this. As usual, however, nothing that I enjoy lasts very long. Hesitantly, we agreed to split up for a few minutes. I would go into Hot Topic, while she would go into Victoria's Secret and shop for God knows what ('kinky lingerie, yay!'). Afterwards, I was to meet her by the food court, coincidentally, directly under the balcony where she threw her frappé at me for gawking at her underwear.
Ah, the good old days of getting attacked by flying vanilla frappés, how wonderful, I thought to myself as I began walking into the store, Especially when those frappés just happen magically get you back together with your old bestie, not to mention the sexiest girl in school! I smiled at Sasuke for no reason other than just being happy.
"Sakura, stop smiling, you're creeping me out." Sasuke mumbled from behind the counter.
I rolled my eyes and asked, "Since when did you show any sort of emotion over anything, pretty boy?"
He let out a small chuckle, "Sakura, don't tell me you're seriously happy. Is all that time with Ino going to your head?"
"Is your obsession with Naruto going to yours?" I asked, "Of course it is, dumb-fuck. Why else would I be smiling like this?"
"How should I know? Speaking of Naruto, have you seen that idiot anywhere?" He asked, drawing circles on the glass counter top with his fingers and propping his elbow on it, looking at the items below the surface. I flipped through a rack of pants.
"Nope. I haven't talked to him for a day or two. You want his number or something?" I asked, flipping through more black pants.
"Wow, Sakura. You being nice to me? This is a first."
"Yeah; don't get used to it. Do you want it or not?" I asked threatening to leave.
"Yes, I want it! Geez, Sakura, why wouldn't I?" He said, looking more pathetic than I'd ever seen him before. I stopped flipping through the endless rack of black pants and walked to the counter, grabbing a pair of black fingered gloves on the way.
"Here. You owe me. Oh, and by the way, give me your number." I said, flipping open my Razr and making sure Naruto's number was the first one visible on the screen. Maybe this'll give Naruto someone to harass besides me, I thought, smiling to myself.
I got out the money to pay for the gloves while he put Naruto's number into his phone and gave me his, brushing back his girlish bangs as he did so. I took my phone back and waved goodbye to him, heading toward where Ino and I agreed to meet to wait for her. "I'll call you tonight, Sasuke-kun," I said as I walked away from the entrance.
"Later Sakura-kun!" He yelled back at me, obviously in a better mood. How I befriended him, I'll never know. I sighed, walking at a break-neck pace, avoiding the numerous jocks in the crowded pathways of the infernal compound as I continued on my trek. It was anything but pleasurable. What made it worse was that to get to the balcony, I'd have to walk directly through a pack of those numb-skulled buffoons.
Stupid fucking coffee shop, stupid fucking jocks, stupid fucking mall! I thought, cursing the fact that the mall even existed as I shoved my way through the crowd of sweating teenagers, all of them waiting in a muddled line for the Pro Sports shop. I'm pretty sure that I saw some people butting in line too. What selfish retardation, I thought.
I reached my destination and ripped the tags off of my newly acquired gloves, tapping my foot as I waited for Ino to arrive. I was beginning to think she forgot about meeting me here when we were done shopping, but before I could finish the thought, she came walking up, loaded down with bags as usual.
"Damn, Ino, how much money did you spend on all this?!" I asked.
Ino put a finger up to her chin, thinking, "Oh, about three-hundred-thousand yen!"
"What?! That's more money than I've made in my lifetime!" I yelled, attracting more attention than I really wanted to. Luckily, nothing too serious happened, just a couple jocks glancing at me and rolling their eyes. I hated jocks.
She smiled, "It's okay, I put it on my dad's credit card!"
I just shook my head, "You're bad, Ino . . Very, very bad, you know that?"
"What's wrong with that?" She asked.
I shrugged. How the hell her father could afford three-hundred-thousand yen was something I did not and probably would not ever fathom.
We spent about two more hours together at the mall and walked back home, me carrying shopping bags, and Ino feeding me bits and pieces of a giant chocolate chip cookie we had bought. We didn't say very much, contrary to what we did on the way there. I didn't mind the silence, carrying her things was enough to keep me satisfied. It wasn't long before we reached her house again and piled all her new clothes up in her room.
"Aren't you going to try them on?" I asked, expectant. Usually, when Ino bought things, she was already ripping into them before we'd reach the house, not just drop them down to the floor and flop into bed with me.
"Nope. I figured spending my valuable time with you was more important." She replied matter-of-factly.
I blushed, "That's unusual."
"How, exactly?" she asked, as if it weren't totally obvious that she normally either completely ignored me, or tried to fit me into her clothes whenever we were in this situation.
"I dunno, it just is," I drawled, tracing her name in the air. We switched sides, evidently; she was now on the side of the bed nearest to the nightstand. I sighed. I could feel the vertebrae of Ino's neck as she rested her head on my shoulder and chest through my hoodie, her cheek teasing at my right breast lightly. I'm sure it wasn't entirely intentional.
"Sakura?" she asked.
"Hnn?"
"You're sexy."
I laughed, "You're joking, right?"
"Nope."
"I find that hard to believe."
Ino giggled, "Well, if I wasn't serious about it, I wouldn't tell you."
"That's completely ridiculous. You're never serious about anything unless it's boys, shopping, or sake." I said.
"You at least get the point, right?" She asked, turning to face me.
"Isn't it obvious, Ino pig?" I replied as I brushed a lock of my unruly hair from my face.
"Not really, forehead girl." She said. I knew that it wasn't an insult from the smile she gave me. I laughed.
Get to the point, dammit, I thought to myself, saying nothing. I wished I didn't, since the moments of silence that passed grew increasingly awkward after that point. Minutes ticked by; still no signs of conversation. I glanced over at Ino, watching as she chewed her lip. Wow, Ino Yamanaka, Little Miss Perfect, biting her lip . . How uncharacteristically sexy of her, I thought, wondering what was on her mind. My inner self agreed wholly, which was an unusual occurrence.
Ino sighed, "Sakura, I've been thinking," Ino said, completely out of the blue.
"About what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and turning my head to face her.
"Well, I think I'm going to give you a chance . . Like, you know, a relationship. I mean, well, I really don't know how to say this, but I know you wouldn't try to hurt me or anything and I really trust you a lot, so I think that wouldn't hurt to try maybe experimenting a bit with my sexuality . . as long as it's with you, I guess it'll be okay," she said, fumbling for words, and finally, the chance I'd been waiting for my entire life was given to me. I felt the weight of the world lift off of my shoulders at that moment. I wanted to say so many things to her, but when I opened my mouth to try, nothing came out. Speechless, I blushed a deep hue of pink.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked, her eyes widening with concern.
I stuttered, "Uh . . Are you s-sure this is what you want?" I asked, with her best interest in mind.
She nodded furiously, clasping her hands together with emphasis.
"Okay then . . So . . What now?" I asked, not really having any experience in relationships.
Ino shrugged, "I dunno . . . Cuddle?"
"I figured you'd say that," I said, scooting closer to her, "Alas, cuddling it is!"
"That was so nerdy. You know that, right?" she asked, throwing her body across mine and resting her head in the crook of my neck.
"Yeah, but if I didn't agree with you, you'd hit me," I gave a small chuckle and traced circles on her back with the fingers of my right hand.
Ino laughed, her lips brushing against my neck, "No I wouldn't. What kind of idiot would I be if I beat up the world's greatest pillow?"
I laughed, feeling her hot breath on my neck, faintly teasing it. It was an electrifying experience. "So that's why you're all up on me like this," I said, grinning, both out of nervousness and amusement. I wondered what she would think if she knew just how much I thought of her. I glanced down at her, watching her breathing. Even from the rear, she was stunning.
"You know, Saku-chan, you're impossible . . and that's what I like about you."
Eh, well, that's the end for now. I didn't really know what to write. I apologize for the short chapter, guys. I've been having much work to do. Don't expect me to update this by next week. I have practice and football games. I'll make an attempt, but I won't promise anything. And yes, I know, the ending is very cheesy. I apologize for that also. If it's hard to read, my bad. I didn't have Open Office to use, so it may be screwed up beyond belief. R&R please so I can see where I went wrong! Reviews are my life's blood!