Disclaimer: Disclaimed. Sasori and Ino get brought in in this chapter. Although there will be more GaaMatsu love soon. But let's focus on SasoIno for right now.

Chapter five: Ino.

Sasori walked down the street, wondering if Gaara was having any luck with his side of the assignment.

As he turned around, he bumped into a girl. She groaned on the ground, where she had landed.

"Hey!" She complained. "Watch where you're going."

He sighed, standing up. He offered her a hand up.

She gasped.

The girl took his whole appearance in. She found that she liked the ginger hair atop his head. His eyes were deadly. She could tell by his eyes and good looks alone that this guy had broken a great many girls' hearts just in passing. But she refused to be another one, even if those cold, brown eyes beckoned her to.

He gave another sigh and pulled grabbed her wrist, pulling her up.

She gasped again. "Whoa... strong and handsome. I bet the fangirls are all over you," she smirked.

He shrugged. "More or less."

The girl grinned evilly. "Quick. Look over my shoulder and tell me how many of them are trying to kill me, or at least contemplating it."

He did as she said, pretending to check the non-existent fangirls' reaction. "Wow. They really hate you," he mock sympathized.

She just shrugged. "One of my many talents."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Look, I'd love to talk more about your imaginary fangirls, but I'm a little late for work."

Sasori wasn't letting it go so fast. "Fine. Me; I'm Sasori." He offered a hand, "Now it's your turn."

She looked at his hand, but didn't take it. "Make one up for me."

He sighed as she started to walk away. "Come on, I gave you mine. A name's all I need. At least something to call you!"

He saw her frown over her shoulder, "Ino."

He watched her leave with a strange sense of relief. "Ino," he whispered, "We meet at last."

Sasori stared at the sign above the door. "Yamanaka Flowers" it read in a sweet, flowery style that made him sick.

He was so glad that Deidara had not been his assigned partner for this mission, or else he's never hear the end of it.

He sighed, opening up the door, and entering.

"Hello!" came a rehearsed, cheerful voice.

The owner was a girl around the age of sixteen. She had long, blonde hair done up in a braid. She had large, blue eyes that were so full of playfulness and innocence. She wore a part top, but the rest of her was obscured by the large counter she sat behind. He'd never admit aloud, but he found her somewhat pretty.

"Can I help you with something?" She gasped suddenly, recognition flooding her face. "Sasori?"

He stepped up to the counter, ignoring the last part. "Yes, I believe you can," he said charmingly, "I like nine Orchids."

"Um, s-sure thing. Rooted or de-rooted?"

He froze.

Rooted? De-rooted?

"Whatever's easier for you," he decided after a second.

Sure, why not?

Ino found herself smiling at this. Maybe falling for him would be harder done that originally thought.

Sasori smirked as the girl left. She was so different.

Most girls are either cute and nerdy, or nerdy, but cute. She was both, if that was possible.

The girl came back after a moments' time. She passed the flowers over to him gently. He saw her blush when their hands touched.

"Hey, are you free tonight?" he asked her.

She looked up from the counter, which is where her eyes had departed in embarrassment. "Yeah?"

"Cool, so I guess I'll have to see you tonight then."

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, for fear that, if she did, he'd melt away, and she'd find that this was all just a fantastic dream.

Suddenly, she was reminded of her promise.

"Wait, sorry. I can't tonight. I forgot; my mother's working late and needs me to watch the shop tonight. Shame, too. I really wanted that date."

Sasori smirked. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but there was no way he'd let her get away so easily. "We could always have it here," he pointed out.

Ino's eyes widened, though, it wasn't from happiness. "But- but, wouldn't that be boring?"

He shook her head. "On the contrary."

She faked a smile. "Perfect."

He smirked in triumph. "It's a date."

He took a flower out, and passed it to her. "See you there."