Love Blooms - An InoSaku Fic
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This is an InoSaku fic, so if you don't like the idea of Ino and Sakura, yuri angst (young girl-love), or the Naruto series in general, I suggest that you don't read this. If you DO like InoSaku, then I suggest you read, rate, and review, because if you like it, chances are, I'll make more. And one more thing, before I get into introducing you to most of the story.
First off, I'm taking inspiration from a lot of stories that are already on here, and sort of doing a mash-up of them. You know, collaborating them with my own ideas, of course, putting them in my own words and crediting the authors that I know of and remember. Second, this is, of course, an InoSaku fic (most plausible yuri pairing, FYI) and is slightly AU (because there are no ninjas in this fic, since I suck at fight scenes) and is still centered around Konoha. Later in the story, Ino and Sakura will be going to Konoha High School, since I couldn't think of a better name. Anyway, I'm going to stop boring you and get on with the story now . . . and btw, it is first person, with Sakura's point of view for now. I may switch it around though later.
Also, the story line will be similar to the manga and anime until you get past the part about fifth grade and such. I just wanted to change that up, so all you InoSaku fans out there could get to see a little more yuri angst stuff, and put some popular pairings in the same groups with eachother.
EDIT: My apologies for not really giving much credit to anyone as of late, but I can't seem to find where I got the idea to even *start* this in the first place. I can't seem to find the story on FF, or anywhere really, however, I have painstakingly put my memory of it into my OWN words, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't rag me about it. I've been searching though, believe me. If you have read something very similar to this chapter before, just give me a link, author's name, or something. That would be appreciated.
'My parents are fighting again,' I thought, 'Just great.' I sighed, kicking my feet on my bed aimlessly. They were saying the bad words. The kind that Mommys and Daddys tell you that you don't need to hear. It was unnerving. I woke up almost every night to the same thing. 'Why can't they just love each other like normal people?'
"She's your fucking daughter," I heard Daddy yelling, "It's your fault that she's so FUCKING stupid!"
I felt tears well up in my eyes. Daddy was talking about my grades. I knew I wasn't doing good in kindergarten. I tried to hide it. We had just moved to Konoha from Tokyo.
"You're the one who's supposed to help me raise her right," Mom yelled back.
"Don't you raise your voice at me!" He screamed.
I knew he was going to hit her. He always hit her. Then he would apologize like the worm he truly was, crawling on his belly, wriggling in the mud. Why did Mommy ever believe him? I honestly never could figure it out. Then the doorbell rang.
"Sakura! Get the door, honey. Mommy and Daddy are busy!" My mother commanded.
Whoever it was at the door, they had to be one of the most impatient people in the world. I could've sworn they were going to going to send that little ringer straight through the wall. It probably would have been easy too. Daddy punched through the door in my room once even.
I went up to the huge door and asked, trembling, "Who is it?"
"Inoichi. Open up, will you?" I heard a male voice answer.
"Ok . . Um, come in . . . I guess." I replied as I opened the door.
No sooner than I had gotten the door open more than a couple of centimeters, some blonde girl shoved her way in.
"You couldn't open the door any slower could you?" she said, impatiently.
"I . . I'm sorry." I muttered, looking down at my shoes.
"Yeah, you better be." She continued, "Since when did servant girls have pink hair anyway?"
"Now, now, Ino, be a good girl, will you? This is your new friend." her father cooed, slightly embarrassed by his daughter's arrogant behavior. His wife merely huffed and closed the door behind her.
"Friend? This is stupid. I don't want a new friend." The girl, Ino, put her hands on her hips and made a face, ruffling her little blue dress.
When I looked back, I saw my parents coming.
"Inoichi!" my father said, "It's so good to see you!"
I looked at them from my doorway, peeking around the corner. That Ino girl was staring back at me with some contorted expression on her face.
I saw the adults go sit at the table. Inoichi called Ino over and whispered something in her ear, then she glared at him and made a sullen face.
"Go on now, be a good girl. Do it for Daddy." he said as I watched him sneak out a bottle of sake from his coat and sit it on the table when she turned around and began making her way into my room, complaining about nearly everything inside of it from the very instant she stepped over the threshold.
"So, what's your name, forehead girl?" Ino asked, looking down at me as I sat on the floor.
"Sakura Haruno." I said, looking away.
"I don't like it."
"Why not?" I asked.
"It's too pretty." She frowned. "It's prettier than my name. Sakura Haruno means 'Cherry Blossom.' Ino Yamanaka means 'Wild Boar.' Pigs aren't pretty."
"Well . . I think you're pretty." I piped. Then I looked away, surprised that I said something about such a selfish person.
"You do?" she asked. She sounded excited, almost happy.
I didn't answer.
Before we could talk anymore, Inoichi opened the door, looking drunk, and said, "Come on now, Ino. Say goodbye to Sakura. It's time to go home."
"I don't wanna go! I wanna be with Sakura!" Ino glared at him.
"Aww, honey. Your mother says we have to go . . but I'll try to convince her if you promise you can be good!" He said, trying to keep Ino from throwing a tantrum, no doubt. I could understand why you wouldn't want to make someone like her angry.
"Ok Daddy, I promise." Ino smiled.
In the end, it was decided that Ino would spend the night. In a way, it saddened me though, because, although I wouldn't be alone, I was afraid that my parents would drive Ino away from me with their quarrels. I never understood why they had to fight every single night. Never. It was simply beyond me. I just knew I wanted to get away from it somehow.
Ino didn't have any night clothes, so I lent her a pair of my shorts and a shirt. They were black, just like mine. We were going to talk some more, but just when I had gotten the first question out of my mouth, my dad came in, told us to get in bed and flicked off the light. "Lights out kiddies." he said in a low voice, scaring both of us, then slamming the door.
A few minutes passed, with neither of us saying anything, staring at the halo of light coming from around the badly sealed door. Ino scooted closer to me and held me close. "Sakura, your dad is scary." she hissed, no doubt knowing that if she was too loud, he would probably bust the door down trying to beat her ass for being an 'insolent brat' or something. I nodded and snaked my arm around her, not really knowing what else to do, since it was my first sleep over. It went quiet again.
"Ino?" I whispered, making sure I was just loud enough for her to hear over the racket my parents were making back in their bedroom. I was scared that if they heard us talking after they told us to go to sleep, they'd turn their anger on us. We'd be dead meat then. I was sure of it.
"Yeah?" she whispered back.
"We're going to be best friends, right?" I looked at her with wide eyes, even though I knew she couldn't see them, since they were shadowed by my hair. She probably wouldn't even be able to see them even if they weren't, since the only light in the room came from my window, which the moon shone through quaintly.
"Definitely," she whispered, and I saw a cute smile creep its way across her face.
Soon, she was fast asleep, snuggled up to me. Despite the raucous noise. I wasn't so lucky. It was nearly impossible for me to go to sleep in that house. I buried my face into Ino's short hair, inhaling. It smelled sweet, like sun-kissed blueberries and felt like rose petals against my face. At least something in that house was warm and inviting, I mused, before resigning myself to rest.
If there was a time that I never wanted to wake up, it would be right then. I don't remember any dreams or whatever, just the warmth and softness of Ino, and the wonderful smell. It was my first sleepover, and I didn't want to wake up. My wishes went entirely ignored, however, when I woke to Ino flipping herself over to keep the sun off her eyelids. She gave me an annoyed elbow to my ribs. At least my parents weren't fighting like they were the night before though.
"Ow, I thought you were supposed to be nice to me!" I said.
"Sakura, wake up, you're squeezing me too tight." she complained.
I loosened my grip. "Ino, it's too early for this, go back to sleep."
"What's so funny?" I asked, frowning.
"Sakura's not a morning person either!"
"I don't get it."
Later, after we had gotten dressed and eaten some food (cereal and coke) Ino had to go home. I was sad. It meant that I'd be all alone again, in that three ring circus of a household no less. Somehow, at the last minute, Ino managed to convince her parents to let me sleep over at her house though. I was relieved.
When we got in the car, Ino said, "We have school tomorrow, but it's okay Saku-chan, Daddy can drive us to school. Right?"
"That's right honey, I already talked to Sakura's mother about that." He sounded a little annoyed, but other than that, rather happy about it. It was typical behavior for him, probably. Always trying to please his daughter, all the while gaining an inferiority complex thanks to her.
We got to Ino's house. It was practically a mansion. "Woah, your house is huge!" I said, awed by its prestige.
"What do you expect. After all, it is MY house. Isn't it great?" Ino asked rather arrogantly.
"It's AWESOME!" I yelled.
Ino face-palmed, "Geez, you sound almost like one of those Americans . . . Take a chill pill already."
I frowned, but soon began smiling again when we went upstairs to her room and started playing with her toys. She had all sorts of stuffed animals. They were everywhere. Pink elephants, blue angel-bears, rainbow beanie babies, you name it, she had it all. She even had a giant rocking horse . . Well, it looked giant because I was so short.
Play time didn't last forever, though, because between all the eating, drinking, and bath-taking, we could barely get started before it was over. We finally settled on just laying back on her bed and talking about anything and everything. It wasn't long before we had to go to bed again, and I was relieved all over again, just to know that I wouldn't have to deal with my parents for just one night. I discovered something too. As long as I was with Ino, nothing else really mattered. We could just be in the same room, like we were the other night, whispering in the darkness next to each other and I would be happy. And sometimes, she really didn't have to talk at all.
'Me and Ino are going to be best friends forever,' I thought, smiling. I drifted off to sleep again.
The next day, I went home, knowing that I would probably be away from Ino for quite some time. I promised myself and Ino that I'd do whatever I could to see her again, and she promised me the same. I lived for her. She was my ground to walk on, my air to breathe in, and my bed to sleep in. Everything I knew was Ino, and I knew that everything she knew was me, Sakura. She told me so and that was the way it was to be, forever . . so we said it was, at least.
I didn't leave empty handed, however. Ino-chan gave me a little present. It was a red ribbon. From that day forward, I always wore the ribbon, every single day, and sometimes at night.
For the rest of the month, I only got to see Ino when I was at school. That was enough for me, until one day, I was at home putting up with the usual quarrels. It was exceptionally loud tonight, however. I felt like my head would explode. Each scream was like a stab to the heart. I had to get out some how. I had an idea. I looked at my window and back to the foot of my bed. Thinking quickly, I crept from my bed and arranged my covers to look like I was still in bed. 'If I can just climb up to the window sill now, I can go to Ino's house.'
I managed to get halfway out of the window without making too much noise. I crawled on my belly the rest of the way out. 'Don't mess up now Saku, it'll be over for you!' I thought. Thank God I managed to sneak to the edge and jump off without getting too scuffed up or making a lot of noise. Let me rephrase that. By not making a lot of noise, I mean not going over 80 to 100 decibels. That's no louder than a common blender (which is EXTREMELY loud). You could still hear my parents arguing, even from down the road, I imagine, since it echoed through the whole neighborhood. I'm surprised none of them called the cops for disturbing the peace.
I knew the way to Ino's well, as I committed each and every bit of it to my memory during the drive over there. First, you went down a dirt road, which had several flowering trees on each side, then you took a right when the dirt road met a paved one, and went left, right, left, left and stopped at the fourth house, which was about 200 yards down from the last turn. It was a long, tiring walk, but I knew that once I got there and managed to wake Ino up, I could finally get some sleep. I walked to the back yard and whispered, "Ino!"
Then I remembered what people did in the movies. I picked up a pebble and threw it at her window, hard, yelling, "Ino!" No success yet. I picked up another pebble, "Ino!" I threw it. I tried again. "INO!" I screamed, and threw the third rock. Ino opened the window before it hit, the rock sailing over her head and hitting something behind her.
"Sakura! What are you doing here?!" She hissed.
"I wanted to see if I could spend the night. My parents are fighting again." I said, frowning.
"Ok, I'm coming downstairs to let you in." She yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Thanks Ino," I mumbled to myself when she disappeared from my view, walking around to the front door.
It took about a minute for her to get to the door and unlock it for me. She opened it, still rubbing her eyes. "Saku-chan, my parents are already asleep, try to be quiet, okay?" She whispered. "Their bedroom is on this floor. We can talk when we get to my room." She pulled me inside and shut the door gently, locking it.
She still had a hand on my forearm, leading me up the staircase, all the way to her room, which was on the top floor. It was eerily quiet. The only sound was our breathing and the cool night breeze as it came in through her window, sending chills down my spine.
"Ino?" I said.
At the sound of my voice, Ino turned around and hugged me tightly, unintentionally pressing my face into the cotton shirt she was wearing. "I missed you Saku-chan. Are you okay?" Ino said.
"I'm fine. Are you? You're acting weird." I asked.
"Well, you're acting weird for coming up here and throwing rocks at me." she laughed. "It must've been pretty bad."
I saw her pull a weak smile. This was a rare glimpse at her soft side. At school, in front of everyone else, she was . . different.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you were opening the window until after I threw it." I said, apologizing sheepishly.
"It's okay. You didn't break anything."
"Saku-chan?" Ino yawned.
"I'm tired . . Lets get some sleep." Ino said, rubbing her eye with one of her hands and pulling me into her bed with her. She took the side by the wall, and I took the side next to the nightstand, like always.
"Good night Ino-chan." I murmured into her hair.
After a few minutes, Ino said, "Sakura-chan?"
"What is it, Ino?"
"Do you . . love me?"
"Why are you asking me this?" I said, curious.
"Well, Daddy says that you should only sleep with people that love you . . or something like that. I forgot, but Daddy is a smart person, so . . You don't think that was a stupid question, do you?" She replied, still thinking.
"I think he meant that you're supposed to love your friends or something . . I don't really get it. Maybe we should ask him?" I said.
"But, do you?" She asked, anxious.
"Um . . Yes. I think so. I don't really know how to tell if you love someone though." I said, trying to give her the best answer I possibly could.
"Well, I had to love you a whole lot to let you stay in my house and sleep in my bed when it's this late, don't you think? And you had to love me to let me sleep in the same bed as you, I guess. That's what daddy said, that if you sleep with someone, right?" Ino said, now definitely putting a lot of thought into this conversation.
"He could of been talking about a different kind of sleeping though, cause you know how my mommy and daddy are, don't you?"
"I guess so. Sorry." Ino nuzzled me.
"It's ok, they're always like that. I haven't ever seen them any different."
For a while, we didn't say anything. It seemed like time was at a standstill. Again, Ino interrupted the silence. This time, Ino said, "You can come over here any time you want Saku-chan. I don't care what my parents say. Even if you have to come here every night."
"Thank you, Ino-chan." I murmured, starting to drift off into sleep in her arms, her little blonde locks brushing my lips as we cuddled.
"I love you Sakura-chan. We're going to be best friends forever." Ino said, giggling.
Hesitantly, I said, "I love you too Ino-chan."
The next morning, I woke up, not to Ino's movement, but to Ino's parents, standing over us, Ino's father smiling, and Ino's mother looking worried. Evidently they didn't notice that I was awake, because they kept whispering to themselves.
"What's Sakura doing here?" one would say, and the other would reply, "I'm not sure, but it's certainly a cause for concern. She must've had a good reason though."
I squeezed Ino lightly, trying to rouse her without being noticed. I wanted us to wake up together, or atleast look like we did.
"Sakura-chan, wake up." Ino said, yawning.
"Ino, I'm awake, I swear." I moaned.
I let go of her and stretched.
"Sakura." Inoichi said, "Good morning!"
"Good morning, I guess." I said.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Since you got here." I said in a cutesy voice, yawning.
"Are you okay?" He asked, as Ino's mom announced that she would be making breakfast.
"I'm fine." I said.
"Okay then." Inoichi said, before exiting the room. A second later, he opened the door and peeked his head in. "Oh, and just so you know, Miss Sakura-chan, you're always welcome here." He gave a smile and left once more.
"That was weird." Ino said.
"Yeah." I looked back to her.
"This means you can do this every day. Right?"
"I hope so."
Ino and I ate breakfast together, then I went home again. Thankfully, when I slipped in, no one was awake, and I went and slipped back into my bed, hair just as ruffled as it was when I had woken up before. I was glad. Over the next few months, Ino's family started coming over more often, sometimes two days in a row, always bringing Ino, and either letting her stay at our house, or bringing me to theirs, and it stayed that way for a long time. I had a good idea of why.
Soon, however, Ino and I started having our differences. It was over a boy. It started out as soon as we got into third grade. That stupid boy. To tell you the truth, I never liked him at all, I hated his guts more than anything. Him and his white shorts, blue shirt, and his unruly hair, always stealing Ino's attention, when I knew that I was the one who deserved it the most. Ino the one that told me that boys were 'icky' in the first place and boy was she right. All they ever were to you was a nuiscance, pulling your hair, throwing mud at you, chasing you around and calling you names.
His name was Sasuke Uchiha, and I hated him with every fiber of my being. Ino was mine, and I wasn't having him steal her. Ever. He had all those other girls fooled, but not me. He was just as stupid and gross as all the rest. I didn't want Ino to know that I was selfish though, so I pretended that I liked him too, hoping that she would like the fact that we had a common interest in him, because it worked that way for everything else, but alas, it backfired. It only drove us farther apart. We still enjoyed the comfort of eachother's warmth before we went to sleep and whatnot, but each time we saw him, or even heard the mention of his name, we would fight.
It got so bad that occasionally, I'd think that I liked Sasuke whenever we would argue, but it was the exact opposite. I was glad when it was that stupid blonde boy who ended up stealing his first kiss, even if it was accidental. He might have been a dunce, but if not for him, Sasuke would've had the chance to steal Ino's first kiss, ultimately meaning that I'd never have a chance of my name popping in her little head again, and I just couldn't have that. I HAD to get rid of Sasuke somehow.
Even as I lay in bed, snuggled up to her sleeping form, I knew that, sooner or later, our friendship would have a tragic end, thanks to that raven haired asshole. How could she like HIM? He didn't even pay any attention to her and dubbed the entire female population as annoying shrews. What's there to love in that? I felt the tears come again. They always came when I thought of where our friendship was headed. Thank God Ino was a heavy sleeper. I wouldn't be able to bear it if she were to see me cry again, not after I promised her that I wouldn't be a crybaby. I clutched her bare skin with my hands, burying my face in her hair, now far longer than it once was.
I wanted to tell her that I didn't like Sasuke, that I hated him with a burning, smoldering hate. Hate that burned hotter than a thousand hells. However, my insatiable pride wouldn't let me. I just wanted Ino to be how she used to be, not some Sasuke obsessed zombie. Almost every word that came out of her mouth now was 'sasukesasukesasuke.' It was always 'Sasuke' this and 'Sasuke' that. Never 'Sakura I want to hang out on Friday' or 'Sakura you're my best friend ever' or anything 'Sakura.' It was all about him and that's why I hated him with such passion, but if not for Sasuke, I wouldn't have had someone to contend with . . a true rival. I never could truly compete with Ino anyway. She was too dear to me for that.
Soon after the advent of Ino's infatuation with the boy, as I had previously predicted, Ino and I became rivals, supposedly. At first, we still managed to be friends and spend time with eachother, but it turned ugly rather quickly. Within less than two weeks, we were at eachothers throats . . Or rather, she was at mine, and I was acting like I was at hers to keep her from getting me in a choke hold. Little did Ino know, that with each insult that passed between us, my heart was trampled upon and torn into shreds, bit by tiny bit. I was getting a double dose of heartbreak with every step Ino took against me.
We had stopped seeing eachother, stopped talking altogether, with the exception of insults, and I was sure that Ino would be the first one to celebrate if I got in some freak accident and ended up dying a horribly painful death. At least I could savor the sound of her voice when ever she did actually speak to me, even if it was to put me down over and over again while I fought back invisible tears, shouting back random insults to mask it all and look like I was enjoying the fact that we were screaming obscenities at oneanother. All the while, my home life was consistently spiraling downward, further depressing me, since now that Ino and I were supposed to hate eachother, I couldn't run to her any longer . . . At least, not run to her and throw rocks at her window until she let me inside.
To keep myself from going insane, I somehow convinced myself to stalk her, hiding in the tree closest to her window, staring at her sleeping form through a pair of binoculars until I fell asleep. The next morning, I would run home and slip into my house and go to my room as quietly as possible, slipping back into bed again. "Sakura, you're a creep." I muttered to myself.
I was hearing voices now too, or more specifically, my voice, only amplified a million times and commenting randomly at every turn. 'Come on, you know you just want to punch him in the face, Saku. Do it, CHA!' it would scream, or 'Stop being a coward and kick his ass!'
I was a nut job, and I knew it. It was all Sasuke's fault. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have a screw loose. It only got worse. I was even referred to a psychologist, for obvious reasons.
I kept telling myself, "Every rose has its thorns, Sakura, She'll come around eventually." I knew it was just a fairy tale, that it would never be like it was, but I just kept telling myself, desperate to believe. Each day, I swore to myself, "Sasuke will never have my Ino. Never. Nobody will," more and more as my usual cutesy, nice girl attitude was gradually stepped on, leaving only my desire to have Ino to myself, and the hate I had towards Sasuke and anyone who stepped in my way.
Later on, though, I started to notice my feelings for Ino shift in ways that I couldn't comprehend. My need for her still manifested itself deep into my essence, becoming nearly my sole reason for living, besides keeping her off of Sasuke (and getting rid of him in general). Afterall, if she couldn't touch him, she might eventually give up on him. Naruto, the dumb blonde boy was a big help in this, although I never told him of my secret gratitude. It started in fifth grade fifth grade, when we were placed in our study groups, which would last for the rest of our middle school years. I still didn't fully understand how or why the way I felt was changing. I certainly still wanted to be with her in every way possible, but I felt like I was starting to want her too much, if that were possible.
It went as far as to make me question my sexuality a bit even. Surely, I knew I loved her, but I didn't know if I could accept it if I was lusting after her like some ravenous dog, panting with exertion. I was too young to understand it.
Iruka sensei, our home room teacher, announced that we all passed our exams, which of course we knew, since it was our first day of middle school and the class was full of the same students as last year, with some additions to the roster. They were some foreign exchange students from another land or something. "So, you all understand that these these groups are permanent, with the exception of additions, correct? The Hoka- I mean All Powerful Overlord, Sakumo, has approved these teams, and will not be pleased if he ends up going through each and every one of them again." Iruka said, clearing his throat to begin announcing the list of groups.
"Yes." the rest of the class said in unison, while I stared at Ino, averting my gaze only when I suspected that I would be caught. Ino looked particularly zoned out today. That wasn't the norm for her. I considered asking what her what was wrong later on, but then I remembered that Ino and I weren't friends anymore, and probably never would be again. I sighed, still staring at her form as it slumped over her desk, her face propped on her hand, both of us very dimly aware of Iruka's sharp voice as it rang throughout the classroom. I couldn't help but admire her beauty now. She was simply gorgeous, with her thin body and delicate air. Everything about her, from head to toe was simply splendid. Why I hadn't noticed this before, I had no idea.
I snapped back to reality when I heard our names.
"Ino and Sakura." Iruka said loudly. Other people in the classroom began muttering and looking at eachother, dumbfounded. "How did those two get put in the same group. Doesn't everyone know that they hate eachother?" I heard one boy say to another. I shot a glare at him before turning back around in my seat.
"Wait, what? Rewind, rewind! What did you say?" Ino said, wide-eyed.
I was happy, extremely happy, on the inside. I didn't show it though. That would be a sign of weakness. I chuckled to myself, at Iruka's reply.
"You and Sakura are in the same group, Ino. Must I spell everything out for you until you pay attention?!" He preached.
"Maybe you should pay more attention to your students, Iruka." I mumbled under my breath. Thankfully, he never noticed.
My heart had skipped a beat when I heard those words come from Iruka sensei's mouth. I could've kissed him, but I didn't. I was nonetheless, extremely pleased with the fact that Ino would have a reason to talk to me. It was inevitable now. She would be forced into doing every single project, essay, and paper with me. It wouldn't be as graceful of a relationship as I could have wanted, and awkward as well, but I was happy to take up Ino's time any way I possibly could, even if it was unpleasant for both of us.
What I heard next from him only made the moment ever so much sweeter.
"The next group is . . . Naruto and Sasuke."
I couldn't hope but grin and stick my tongue out at Ino. I mouthed, "I knew Naruto would be the first to get Sasuke anyway." I savored it, only because it meant that it would be nearly hopeless to spend time around Sasuke if he was always working with Naruto, fixing all of his mistakes.
Ino gawked at me for a second, then mouthed back, "I thought you were supposed to like Sasuke-kun, Saku-chan."
She knew all the right buttons to push. I knew, with every second I stared her in the eyes, my own green orbs betrayed the truth, or merely implied it at the least. "Don't call me that," I hissed, at her. She was about a meter and a half away, so I was sure she heard me.
"Saku-chan . . . Why shouldn't I call you Saku-chan? Does it remind you of when we were friends?" She murmured, smirking.
"Shut up Ino-pig! I don't want to hear your nonsense!" I hissed, louder.
"Ooh, Saku-chan is fiesty." She said, confidently. Ino was using the past against me. I never should've said a word to her. Ordinarily, I would love to be called 'Saku-chan' again, but not like this. I couldn't stand being teased.
Class went by quickly, and the bell rang. Just before Ino and I exited the room, Iruka stopped us. "This is your chance to kiss and make up. Don't mess it up for yourselves. I'll be watching you." he said, "Now go."
I could tell Ino was annoyed. I had seen that expression enough over the past year to recognize it with ease.
I sighed. "Ino, what's your schedule?" I asked.
She passed it over wordlessly, sighing as well.
"Just great . . . Same as mine . ."
"Wonderful," she said, glaring back at Iruka's classroom as we headed to our second period class, Biology . . With Might Guy. Ugh.
End Chapter One
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