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Chapter One - Ino's Confession
“Hey, Ino. I have to hurry to class, now.”
“We need to talk, later, then,” Ino tried not to frown. She had wanted to talk, right then.
“Sure, Ino,” Sakura said and started shuffling off. Then, she stopped. After a second, she turned to look at Ino. “You know what, just come over to my house, after school.” Ino said that would be okay, and Sakura really did hurry to her class.
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When Sakura walked into her classroom, she heard Sasuke and Naruto talking back and forth to each other. Sakura was surprised they weren’t fighting. The two grew silent, when they saw her. She sat her stuff on her desk and sat down, with a sigh. “Good morning, Sasuke.” Sasuke stared silently back at her. Well, that wasn’t too unusual. “Good morning, Naruto,” Sakura tried to sound more cheery. There was no reply, only more staring. Now, that was odd. Naruto would normally have smiled sheepishly back, or even said something. She wondered what was up with the two of them. Naruto and Sasuke started whispering to each other, Sakura didn’t try to hear what they were saying. She suddenly realized the room was lacking a teacher. “Where is Kakashi Sensei?”
One of the two finally spoke. Sasuke turned and said, “He’s late.”
Well obviously, she thought, he’s not here.
“As usual,” Naruto said, sounding very annoyed.
“So how are you going to prank him, today?" Sakura asked, feeling curious and a bit excited. Their sensei had a habit of being late, and Naruto had always been the master of pranks. It was ridiculous, but he managed to get Kakashi, every time.
“Um. I hadn’t even thought to prank him.”
Sakura was disappointed. It was always great to watch her sensei fall prey to a good prank. Then, that sensei walked into the room. He was as surprised as Sakura that Naruto had not even made an attempt. And now, it was time for the three of them to listen to Kakashi drabble on about things that they already knew very well. At least, since it wouldn’t be necessary for her to pay attention to Kakashi, she had Sasuke to stare at, and how she loved to do that! Sasuke was, wow, her wonderful hotness boy. But, then . . . There was Naruto. He looked . . . Nice, . . . But Sasuke!
Naruto turned and looked at Sasuke. “D yo think-”
The teacher interrupted. “Naruto, would you mind paying attention?”
Funny. And I thought I was the one not paying attention.
- - - X - - -
Ino walked into her classroom. Shikamaru and Choji looked eager, as they watched her take a seat at a desk behind them. Shikamaru spoke, sounding almost nervous, “Did you . . . ?”
“Not yet,” she replied.
“What are you going to do?” Choji asked, carefully sneaking chips into his mouth, from a bag underneath his desk.
Asuma was standing at the front of the classroom, looking at the three of them. Alright, guys. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if it doesn’t have anything to do with” Asuma decided not to finish his sentence, when he was shot a look from Ino that was scary enough to actually shut him up. The three had stopped talking, though, and had settled into their seats. He started flapping his lips, the school day had begun. Asuma wondered why the class had been split into the same threes. He knew none of his students would mind being in the same class with Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke. Maybe he could get their classes combined, they were teaching the same things. And he figured Kakashi wouldn’t mind teaching the class himself. No, he would love finding new, enjoyable ways to mess with their little minds. Then, he would have time to go out and . . . Get killed or something.
Asuma just talked continuously. He wasn’t looking at the three of them anymore, but his mouth kept forming the words of his lesson. It was obvious he would rather be witnessing a Kakashi-and-Iruka dance than be teaching them, and apparently he was thinking about . . . Something . . . Or maybe it was nothing. Ino leaned forward and whispered to the boys, “I told her I wanted to talk to her. I’m going to her place, after school, today.” Ino was sure she heard Shikamaru give a sigh of relief. Asuma had heard her, though, and she wasn’t sure how. He told her to be quiet, and she screamed a small, angry scream. Asuma just stared at her, expressionless and emotionless as Sasuke used to be. Ino buried her head in her arms, exasperated. Sometimes Asuma was so annoying, she just wanted to call him.
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School ended, and Ino and Sakura both headed to Sakura’s house. Ino’s heart was beating faster and faster, the whole way there. Shikamaru had wished her luck, and she sure hoped it was with her.
When they arrived at Sakura’s house, they went to her room and started talking. “Oh my gosh, Asuma was so annoying, today! I actually threw a spitball at him. He thought it was Choji, and he gave him detention!” Sakura laughed, and Ino couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess he deserves it, though, as he’s always sneaking food, in class.” They both laughed again. Ino’s heart was beating regularly again. She was starting to feel comfortable.
Then, Sakura asked, “So what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Um . . . I forgot," Ino said, faking a laugh.
“No. You said, ‘We need to talk.’ It has to be something.”
Ino laughed again nervously. “Well . . .” Her heart started beating slower. “I don’t know how to say this, but, uh . . .” Her heart beat even slower, and every beat was harder. “Ummm.”
“What is it, Ino?” she said with a soft voice.
“Sakura,” Ino felt her heart beating harder and stronger, with each beat, and it was starting to hurt. Slower and slower and slower, then she said, “I’m a vegetable.”