"Let's go in there!" Ino jabbed a delicate finger in the direction of a large dress shop that had about twenty different dresses on display in the windows.

Kiba paused to take in all of the colors of the dresses and the various designs. His expression remained that of unfathomable boredom and he arched his back, lifting one arm over his head to stretch. "Nope. Not happenin'."

Ino withdrew her finger in defeat. This was the fifth shop Kiba had shot down and Ino was starting to think he had been lying to her all along about dress shopping just to get her hopes and was going to reveal that this had been some sort of elaborate prank all along. "Well I'm done throwing ideas out there if you're just gonna' keep shitting on all of them."

"It's not like I have a problem with these stores," Kiba pointed out, "Club Hoshi will."

Ino rolled her eyes. "All you've said since I've told you I'm going to be going to Club Hoshi is 'Hoshi this' and 'Hoshi that'. You do realize that since Sakura is studying under the Hokage, we will be allowed in without any problems whatsoever?"

Kiba didn't look the least bit convinced. "I'm well aware of this. But I still want to help you find the perfect dress. Just because they have to let you in doesn't mean they'll give you great service if you go in looking like that."

Ino flipped her hair and folded her arms over her chest defiantly when he nodded towards her oversized t-shirt and short shorts. She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. "Well then, where do you propose we go Kiba Sensei?"

She saw a wolfy grin spread across his face when she called him that and his sharp canines glinted in the sun. He motioned with his head in another direction. "Follow me."

Ino grumbled and dragged her feet after him. He led her down numerous twists and turns through Konoha's alleyways until an alley finally spit them out into a part of town Ino hadn't visited in ages, mostly because if you weren't rich enough, no one would give you the time of day. It was a much more posh area of the village and those who strolled leisurely passed them looked at Kiba and Ino with obvious contempt, as the couple were dressed in more casual clothes as opposed to the silk robes most of the others were wearing. Ino's eyes widened and she gave the back of Kiba's head a worried look. Could either of them afford anything around here?

"Give me your hand," Kiba ordered.

"Excuse me?" Ino dug into her ear, hoping to clear it out in case she had heard him wrong.

"Give me your hand," he repeated. He looked straight ahead, but outstretched his arm behind him so that Ino could latch onto it. "This is a big crowd for this time of day. I don't want us to lose each other."

Ino recoiled from his waiting palm. She couldn't hold his hand, she was married! People would see them holding hands and easily get the wrong impression. Hanging around Kiba was supposed to be saving her marriage, not hindering it. Still, glancing around, she saw that there was indeed a stampede of people.

"Ugh. Fine."

Ino slipped her hand into his and she quietly sucked in a breath at the warmth she felt as his hand enveloped her own. His fingers tangled themselves between hers and he held fast to her. "Ready? Go!"

The two of them sprinted across the street, weaving in and out of the bodies that surrounded them. Looking up, Ino saw that Kiba was leading her towards a very small shop-smaller than any of the ones they had checked out earlier. She studied it carefully and silently decided that this journey to the ritzy side of town had been completely pointless. This building looked like it could have been someone's house. What could it possibly have that the other stores didn't?

As they reached their destination, Ino quickly dropped Kiba's hand and felt her face begin to burn. She hadn't realized how much her palm had started sweating. She prayed Kiba wouldn't notice how wet her palm had gotten, but he seemed more interested in holding the door open for her. She mumbled a quick 'thank you' before ducking into the tiny store.

The door closed behind her and Ino did a quick once-over of the vicinity. It was a quaint little shop that had sewing mannequins scattered throughout the cramped lobby. Besides a door, a counter with a register, and a mirror on the wall, the room was pretty vacant. Kiba brushed lightly passed her and over to the counter where he slapped his hand down on the service bell that sat by the cash register.

"One moment, please!" a disembodied voice called from somewhere behind the door that ino assumed led to a back room.

Kiba leaned against the counter and beckoned Ino to come stand by his side. They stood at the counter patiently, listening to the rustling that echoed behind the door. Just as Ino was starting to grow antsy, the door creaked open and a tall, slim young man materialized before them. His light brown hair was spiked into a neat quiff in the front and he wore a plaid, red, button-up shirt tucked into his khakis, the outfit tied together by the matching red bow tie that rested on his neck.

The man looked towards them and gasped.

"Oh, Kiba! Another lady? Where'd you find this one, Wal*Mart?" The man tsked in a voice that dripped with sass and sarcasm as he looked Ino up and down, taking in her rather trashy apparel. At the sound of his voice and the way he was pursing his lips, it took all of three seconds for Ino's gay-dar to go off.

Wal*Mart? Why, you- Ino opened her mouth to speak but Kiba beat her to the punch.

"Daisuke, this is Ino Yamanaka. She's an old friend of mine and I figured I'd take her here in search of the 'perfect dress'."

Ino instantly recognized the irony of the situation. Here they were, asking for help from a man whose name literally meant "great help".

"What's the occasion?"

"Club Hoshi," Kiba answered solemnly. Ino inwardly rolled her eyes. He acted like this was a matter of life and death.

Daisuke, on the other hand, gasped and his hands flew up over his chest as though he'd just had a mini heart attack. Was this place really so intense? Daisuke focused his wide eyes at Ino before rushing to her side and taking her by the hand. ""Oh, honey, I will take care of you! Don't even worry!"

Kiba seemed pleased at the reaction and turned to explain to Ino. "Daisuke tailors all of my good suits. He's a freelance designer and he desperately needs to get his name out there. If you wore one of his creations to Hoshi-"

"I will worship you!" Daisuke interjected, practically falling to his knees.

Ino blushed furiously and glanced between the two men. How could she deny such a plea? Still, before she made a decision, she wanted to see some of Daisuke's dresses before deciding whether or not she liked his style. Not to mention she didn't know if she even wanted to do him any favors. One second, she's one of Kiba's random, poorly-dressed hook ups and, now, she's the only thing separating Daisuke from designing dresses fit to walk the red carpet. However, this didn't change the fact that she still wanted to look her best tonight, not to mention she had an underlying weakness for shopping that she hadn't gotten to indulge in in months. As much as she wanted to be angry, she couldn't help but feel giddy as Daisuke led her towards the back room.

"Welcome to Heaven," Daisuke gestured to the sight before them. "Take your pick, my lady."

Ino's eyes practically fell from their sockets. Although from outside, the shop had seemed small, the back room was the size of a large apartment and was stuffed from floor to ceiling with various styles of dresses, all color-coded and categorized by size. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

She sat there, staring dumbly, not even sure of where to start.

Purple.

The color instantly leapt into her mind and she grinned at the obvious suggestion. Her dress had to be purple.

Without missing a beat, Ino skipped over to the section of purple dresses and began digging through the fabric.

"Figures," she heard Kiba mutter under his breath. She ignored him and carried on with her shopping.

A/N: sorry this chapter sucks ass. I know it sucks ass. I've been sick and resting-not to mention I just haven't been able to get to a laptop. I've also recently picked up on a new fanfic on Wattpad regarding Guns N Roses. They're an awesome band and I had the urge to write something for them. I will still work on this fanfic and try to update as often as possible. I just couldn't write much more for this chapter. I'm sorry. next one will be better. it will be a continuation of Ino's chapter and then move onto Kiba's POV. Should be good. Please bear with me, dudes. In the mean time, read and review, tell me about other awesome fanfics. Tell me about your weekend. Tell me about anything. I'd love to hear from you guys :)