Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Let a Waiter Deliver ❯ It's only 27 dresses ( Chapter 3 )

Shikamaru's back arched, cheeks stained with heady blood just below the surface. It was amazing how warm he felt, fire pooling in his loins and heating his face in lust. He still had his cold, wet pants on but he was sure they should be steaming from the shear amount of heat radiating off of his sexually lit body. Gaara's hand had slid up even further after his one simple word, exposing his lightly sweating stomach and removing his cold layers.

Topless, he sucked in a breath. Gaara's hands were warm, fiery. His chest was the element made flesh against his front. He wondered how the redhead could stand placing his hot body along his cold one, even if it was to warm him up.

The boy on top moved his hips, pressing his barely bound erection into Shikamaru's constrained and aching one. It pulled another low sound from Shikamaru, shuddering. He wanted the rest of his clothes gone, or at least his pants.

Gaara seemed content with leaving him like that. He was more absorbed in beginning an oral attack on the brunette's untouched front, sitting up and bending his spine so that he could get at his abs. The Nara quivered under his tongue, delighting the dominant teen above him.

Shikamaru shook, head swirling with half lucid thoughts. He wasn't sure where to put his hands, how to move his legs, if he was doing anything right, because he was sure he was doing something wrong.

Gaara moved up, unaware of the Nara's racing thoughts. Pausing above a dusky, unresponsive nipple his eyes rolled up, green and questioning. Shikamaru couldn't stop his trembling from increasing, partly nerves and partly desire. His hands tightened where they rested above his head, clenching sheets. He nodded.

With no verbal acknowledgement, Gaara slipped his tongue out and circled the sensitive skin. He enjoyed the jerk that went through Shikamaru's body, the tightening of his muscles. He gently wrapped his teeth over the now pert bud, squeezing only enough that the now hypersensitive skin would tug at Shikamaru's trapped member agonizingly.

He only let up when Shikamaru finally bucked and moaned. He smiled in dark humor, kissing over his chest, letting him relax again, sweating worse now. Gaara was fine with that, licking up the small beads and tasting his skin, his sexual torment.

Without warning, only a little bend of the rules really, he latched his mouth across the untouched nipple, sucking and nipping it hard. The sound Shikamaru made was something between a gasp and a low, throaty moan. If the Nara male had had long nails the sheet would have been punctured and ripped by his sudden thrashing.

Gaara made a low sound in his throat as well, appreciating the responses he was taking from Shikamaru. He could feel the press from Shikamaru's erection against his front, the pants he wore still cold and wet. He drew back, quickly undoing the button and sliding the Nara's last remaining protection away, letting it slip down to his knees.

As Gaara moved the articles of clothing down, a vibration could be felt beginning to go off from the pocket. Gaara stilled, looking down. He reached into Shikamaru's pocket, pulling out his phone.

“Answer it.” Gaara said, brandishing the phone to Shikamaru. An amused and devious glint was in his mint eyes as he leaned forward, his lower belly scraping the head of Shikamaru's raised and sensitive length. The sensation made Shikamaru gulp, taking the phone gingerly. He gave up on arguing as soon as he saw Gaara's expression.

“Hello?” He asked, aware only now that he'd finally started talking that his voice was deeper and a whole lot huskier. He felt a blush stain his cheeks, his eyes pleading with Gaara. The red head smirked, pulling his pants further down and all the way off.

“Shikamaru? Is that you?” Naruto's voice came to him, and he felt his eyes flutter in despair. Of all the people, it was Naruto, the one who wouldn't be able to keep this kind of secret if his life depended on it.

“Y-yeah, it's m-e!” Shikamaru inhaled the last syllable, aware of Gaara's hand wrapped around his unprotected shaft, squeezing utter bliss into his system. Shikamaru flung the hand holding the phone to the side, sharp inhales and pants coming from his lips as Gaara began a slow pace of stroking.

“Gaara!” He hissed, eyes narrowing as he tried to control himself. He could hear a muffled version of Naruto's voice coming from the phone. Gaara only smirked, deviance written into his features as he picked up the pace.

“You better talk to him.” He reminded Shikamaru, squeezing his hand to encourage him. The Nara arched slightly, cursing under his breath as he brought the phone back to his ear.

“-llo? Shikamaaaaru, what happened? Did you die?”

“No, Naruto, I'm here.” Shikamaru said, voice tight as he tried to not moan into the phone. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and concentrating on the blonde's voice in his ear and not the warm hand pumping him towards sweet release. Now he didn't even have the discomfort of the cold pants to help him.

“What happened? You were sounding all weird, and then you just weren't talking. What's with your voice? You sound constipated or something.” Naruto rambled. Shikamaru gritted his teeth, breathing in deeply. God this was embarrassing….

“I'm just, you know…” He nearly threw his phone away from him as Gaara rubbed his thumb over his dripping head. He shuddered, biting down hard on his lip to keep from making noise that would carry over to the phone. He opened his eyes, mouthing the words `I hate you' to Gaara, the red blush deepening on his cheeks.

“Not feeling to well? Why did you call anyway?” Shikamaru said after bringing the phone back to his ear. Gaara gave a low chuckle, sliding down lower on the Nara's legs. The look the boy gave him as he did this made his lower stomach warm, erection twitching.

 

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or anything, since it's only Friday and you almost never have anything planned, besides that new movie Cloverfield came out and it looked cool, kinda like a Godzilla rip off thing, but also Meet the Spartans looked hilarious, so what do you think?” Naruto said, laying out the gist of his plans in one breath.

 

Shikamaru hadn't actually been thinking or paying attention. His mind had been swallowed up by the sensation of Gaara's sinfully sweet mouth slipping over the end of his swollen need, consumed with trying not to make the most wanton groaning sounds into the receiver. `God, Gaara, my god, your tongue should not be moving that way!' he thought desperately, eyes squeezed shut.

 

“Uhuh, yeah Naruto…” He finally managed once he saw the blonde's silence was in waiting for him to answer and not for him to take a breath. He could hear the boy groan in exaggerated annoyance at the Nara's inattentive state.

 

“Awwww, Shikaaaaaa, come onnnnnnn!” Naruto whined. Shikamaru bit his lower lip, trying to keep a breathy gasp in his throat. Gaara shouldn't have been allowed to apply that good of head, bobbing up and down his length like it wasn't entering his throat and choking him. He could feel his climax building rapidly, blonde or no blonde listening in.

 

“I, I'm not feeling up to it at the moment…Naruto.” Shikamaru whispered. Naruto was silent on the other end, confusion taking over his features. The way Shikamaru had said his name, pleading and low, almost…pleasured…

“Shikamaru, what exactly are you doing on your end of the phone?” Naruto asked, suspicion dripping in his voice the way sex seemed to have been from the Nara's. Shikamaru wasn't a pervert though; he wouldn't do something like that…masturbating over the phone just wasn't his…style…

 

“I told you; Sick.” Shikamaru breathed out, breath coming quicker as he arched away from the bed, shuddering all through his body. What Gaara had done had felt juuust right, sucking viciously while pulling back, stroking the underside of his shaft with a combination of tongue and nails, pushing the growing warmth closer to the edge.

 

“You don't sound sick…” Naruto spoke. He could see Shikamaru more being some kind of closet pervert, having strange and erotic kinks only his intimate lovers would ever learn, and voyeurism like this just didn't fit. But, the sounds he was making…weren't pain noises at all.

 

“Hah, Narutooooo…..” Shikamaru's face heated up beyond what it had been before, biting down on his lips until it was nearly a startling shade of ruby. He had not just practically moaned the blonde's name, he hadn't. He heard Gaara make a small amused sound, and a brief glance showed his eyes twinkling. Shikamaru switched to biting his tongue, trying desperately to regain his composure.

 

“Shikamaru…” Naruto's eyes were wide. He was so sure Shikamaru couldn't be, no, not Shikamaru…He felt a sudden pulse from between his legs, and he was aware that the sounds and implication of what Shikamaru was doing was a turn on. He was getting an erection from Shikamaru?! Over the phone! “That definitely doesn't sound like you're sick… “

 

“I, just….Hah, ah, hold on, please, please…” Shikamaru whispered, cringing as he felt a swift tightening inn his guts that extracted the breathy and desperate wording from his mouth. He brought the phone away from his traitor mouth, clicking on the button that would mute his side of the phone from Naruto.

 

“Gaara, god, damnit, I'm cumming!” He panted out, letting the phone drop from his lax fingers as his body exploded in pleasure. His muscles tightened, skin slippery with a sheen of sweat, as Gaara drank down the hot fluid of the Nara's seed. Shikamaru wasn't sure what kind of sound he made, whether a scream or a moan or if it was a name or sound. He slowly came back, realizing Gaara was now straddling him, knees and thighs on either side of his hips.

 

He was holding his phone out to him.

 

“Naruto?” He asked, to tired to glare at the red head atop him. At the silence, he remembered to take it off the mute, thanking whatever the deity that had saved him from that sort of humiliation.

 

“Naruto? Hey, man I just…threw up, I think I'm gunna go…” Shikamaru said, trying to keep his voice low like it had been while talking to the blonde earlier. Gaara, listening in, seemed amused by it all.

 

“Sure Shikamaru. I'll talk to you later I guess, right?” Naruto said quietly from his end. Shikamaru groaned internally, not liking the response but feeling too tired to care. He said a few more words of good-bye, before hanging up.

 

“Gaara, I hate you so much right now….” He grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes. Before Gaara could respond, the phone vibrated again. Shikamaru lifted his arm, lazily looking at the text. His eyes widened.

 

“Damn.” He snapped his phone shut and indicated for Gaara to get up. The red head did, glaring at the Nara. Play time wasn't over just because he was spent! Gaara still had a raging hard on, made worse by all the teasing he'd done to Shikamaru while talking to the blonde.

 

“Don't give me that look. It's my parents, or more specifically my dad. They're coming to pick me up.” `How the hell they found out where I was…' He mentally shrugged and began pulling on his still wet boxers and pants. He could feel his legs still weak from his orgasm, wobbly. His phone went off again. He reached for it with one hand, shaking hands pulling up his zipper with the other.

 

*We're here*

 

“Shit.”

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Naruto sat in his swivel chair, alone in his room. He was sitting, contemplating, trying to ignore the hard on that wouldn't go away. He'd been trying to get rid of it through impersonal ways, like thinking of disgusting things, but his mind went back to Shikamaru.

 

And really, what the hell? Why was he thinking those thoughts about his best friend?

 

He'd tried to disengage from thinking sexy Shikamaru thoughts by thinking sexy Sasuke thoughts, which had crashed and burned when drop-dead-sexy Shikamaru started getting molested by drop-dead-sexy Sasuke. It was starting to look like only one thing would get rid of this erection, something he hadn't thought he'd ever do while thinking of the Nara.

 

“Calm down, Naruto. You can do this. You're a man.” He stated to himself while fondling the hem of his pants. He took a deep breath, slipping them down easily, his problem practically springing into the air, standing at rigid attention. He swallowed, placing hands on the base, closing his eyes.

 

“Shikamaru, what the hell were you doing?” He whispered, beginning to move his hands.

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Ino sighed, half-heartedly pushing the empty cart into the back of the cart before it, letting it slip inside like some kind of innuendo. If only she wasn't so bored, she might be making jokes about underhanded perverted signals in the common workplaces. Things like this that she and Sakura knew, just knew, some adult got a kick out of while making the blueprints.

 

“I'm bored, beyond all belief….” She whined to herself, abandoning the giant phallus symbol on wheels to perpetually penetrate its brother, heading back into the store. She passed the electronics, glancing over to get a quick peek. No Gaara.

 

“Ugh, I've been here since school got out, and I still have hours to go!” She whined further, walking up and down isles. She was doing what most lazy parcels do, simply wandering aimlessly while appearing to be waiting to help a woman find the frozen peas or a man the shaving cream that wasn't across from pregnancy tests.

 

Utterly bored out of her skull.

 

“Ino?” A quiet, shy voice. The blond turned, seeing Hinata standing next to her cousin, Neji. With them was Tenten, Neji's friend. Ino was wondering what Hinata was doing with the other two, since Neji held the `she's an annoying younger sibling' view about her, despite actual relations. Hinata and Tenten got along alright, but with Neji in the picture they usually never talked.

 

“Hey, Hinata. What are you doing here?” She asked, stepping up to chat. This was the perfect distraction from the black consuming hole within her heart of discontented boredom. And Hinata was so cute when she blushes, which she happened to be doing right now. Ino had to refrain from making an `awww' sound.

 

“Neji had to go shopping for the house, and Tenten wanted to meet up with him. I was sent along to help and do any shopping I had as well.” She explained. Ino nodded, wondering what hap happened to her stutter. On a sudden flash, her heart stopped.

 

Had Hinata…Had she…She couldn't have! Not her innocent Hinata! She was still a virgin, she had to be. It was part of her charm, her allure! Ino held in her thoughts, biting her tongue. It wouldn't due to blurt that kind of question out to the girl…

 

“Hey, Hinata, wanna go to the movies with me later?” She blurted instead. She could almost kick herself. Was she jealous of this supposed person taking away Hinata's first touch? Was she really that shallow as to get jealous over speculation and then blindly ask her on a date?

 

Hell yes she was.

 

Hinata gave her a strange look, her innocent mind obviously not grasping the full concept of it. She was probably only wondering if she had time, or money, or some such. Ino seized this, quickly extracting the proverbial foot from her lip glossed mouth.

 

“You can bring Tenten along if she wants, and I'll invite some friends of mine as well. It'll be a kind of get together!” She said. She was actually starting to warm to the idea. It would be the perfect pick me up, especially from this boring day at work.

 

“A-alright. When?” Hinata asked softly. Ino nearly squealed, happy that the endearing stutter had returned, loving the soft quality it had been applied with. She smiled broadly, checking the clock on the wall behind Hinata.

 

“Well, it's only 4 right now, and I've got to finish up, so around 7:30?” She asked. Hinata smiled in return, much more subdued and soft then Ino's shit-eating grin. Ino laughed, happy that she had plans that involved the girl. Maybe she could start dropping some subtle hints?

 

“I'll be there, Ino. And I'll ask Tenten if she'll want to go, alright?” Ino nodded, not really caring if Tenten went or not. She got along with the girl, but Hinata eclipsed the need for her presence in Ino's mind.

 

“What would you want to see, Hinata? There's 27 dresses, Juno, Water Horse.” Ino said, listing the chick flicks and children movies she knew off the top of her head. Hinata seemed amused, smiling just a little wider.

 

“I heard Cloverfield and I am Legend were good as well, Ino.” She said. Ino felt a flush come to her cheeks, wondering if Hinata was teasing her for assuming she would like soft, easy going movies. She shrugged her shoulders, smiling a little more sheepishly.

 

“Yes, I heard those were good to. Meet the Spartans is out also, that looked funny.” Ino suggested. Hinata nodded, turning as she heard her name from Tenten. She waved, turning back to Ino.

 

“I think I want to see Cloverfield or I am Legend, but if you want to see something else that's okay to. See you later, Ino!” Hinata said, walking away to catch up to her small group.

 

Ino felt like cheering and dancing, oblivious to standing at the end of an isle and in plain view of most of the store.

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Shikamaru glowered from where he sat in the car. Of course he'd forgotten about today. The day he was supposed to be driven off and dropped at the college and brought around like some kind of lost puppy by whatever poor sap was stuck with him, showing him where everything was and basically downsizing the whole place. The program was for the people who get nervous by new things, like the middle schoolers who get freaked out by the thought of high-school.

 

Why his parents sent him to it, he couldn't grasp.

 

He hadn't been freaked out by high-school. He hadn't cried on the way to his first day of school. He wasn't sweating bullets at his first job interview. He sighed, forehead resting against the glass of the window.

 

This was a serious downer, especially from what he'd just come from. He flushed a little, remembering what he and Gaara had done. God, why was he leaving that?

 

“Shikamaru, sit up. We're here.” His father stated as the car came to a stop. Shikamaru groaned, only thankful that the car ride had given him time to regain strength in his legs. He didn't want to remember the awkwardness of wobbling out to his parents.

 

“Troublesome…” He muttered, getting out and stretching. His father made a noncommittal sound, not getting out. He rolled down the window, leaning out to speak with his son.

 

“The office is right there, and your miles from anything fun so there's no point in ditching. Call me when you can tell me how many dormitories are in each building or find a ride home tonight.” He said cheerfully, sitting back into the driver's seat and rolling the window up.

 

Within moments Shikamaru was left standing, staring at the hated office building. He began walking, stuffing his hands into his shabby sweatshirt pocket.

 

“Man…Troublesome…” And he knew he'd be the one to get a snobby student or teacher to, some little punk who believed he was a stupid scared kid. Great.

 

He was distracted from his musings while walking into the main office, by his phone going off, yet again. He pulled it out, stating his name and purpose nonchalantly to the secretary person who pointed offhandedly for him to keep walking.

 

“Hello?” He answered, stepping through a set of doors into another lobby like space. He scanned the room, listening to the caller, Ino, begin her speech-like explanation.

 

“Shikamaru, you're going to come with me, Hinata, Sakura, and Tenten to the movies today, okay? I'm not sure what we're going to watch but you'll be there, and it's going to be around 7:30ish because that's what time I get off, but you know more about Hinata then me, did you know that she liked things like Cloverfield?” Shikamaru saw someone behind a desk, and went up to ask if they knew where his teacher guide would be. They pointed him to another set of doors.

 

“Troublesome….Yes, I knew that. She like's a lot of movies like that, not straight out horror, more suspense thriller. She said she loved them, even thought they make her jump.” He explained, stepping up to the door.

 

“Well, that's cool. Do you have money to get in? I have a couple extra and could pay for you I guess, but you'd be paying me back Shikamaru! What do you wanna see anyway?” Ino asked. Shikamaru thought, opening and stepping through the door. Before he could comply with a title, he was stopped by who he saw demurely sitting, waiting for him.

 

“Itachi Uchiha?”

 

“You want to see Itachi Uchiha?” He could here the amusement in Ino's voice and regretted his slip of tongue. “I have to agree, he is soooo handsome! So much more mature then Sasuke, his little brother. Oh, his voice is to die for! Such a bedroom voice. Shikamaru, you couldn't have chosen a better boyfriend to aspire for, he has to be great in bed!” He heard sniggering, but was too pre-occupied by said man stepping up to him, soft smirk on his lips.

 

“Hello, Shikamaru.” The Nara could feel a flush adorn his cheeks, mind immediately moving onto explicit things. Like how the Uchiha did have a bedroom voice, how he was handsome, way beyond most of his towns league, and how he must be good in bed with a body that….his mind couldn't supply the right descriptive word, and he wasn't sure there was one. The phrase `drop-dead-sexy' came up in his suddenly addled mind, but it was only the closest.

 

“Shikamaru? Who was that? Do you actually see him? Is he there?! Was that him speaking?!? Where are you!?!” Ino squealed from her end. She hadn't thought he'd said the name because he saw the man, if she had she would have said much dirtier things! She longed to be there, she'd never actually spoken with the man, but her teasing from earlier was true. He had a total make you hot and bothered voice.

 

“Ino, I'm gunna go…” Shikamaru said, pulling the phone away from his ear before he could be guilted into giving out more info to the girl. He had it near his ear long enough to hear `Well, tell me how your date-' before he snapped it shut. Itachi remained impassive, standing a good foot away but still making Shikamaru want to take a step back.

 

“Are you ready?” Itachi asked. He recognized this boy from when he'd been driving Sasuke to his councilor. Sasuke had seemed almost jealous of one of the two on the side of the street. The only question now was, did Sasuke like the boy in front of him, Shikamaru, or the other one whose name he had yet to learn?

 

“Sure…” Shikamaru shrugged, strolling along behind Itachi when the man turned to leave, beginning the tour. He knew from the beginning that he wasn't going to be paying attention much.

 

“Hey, you got a car?” He asked, cutting into whatever short and probably memorized off some list explanation the older male had been saying. The Uchiha turned to him, not showing any sort of negative emotion towards the question, but the look wasn't exactly positive either.

 

“My dad said I can't leave until I knew about this place, or if I got a ride. I don't really care about memorizing the map layout of this place, so could I catch a ride?” He said, looking away. Itachi's stare unnerved him, making a faint blush come onto his cheeks. He could feel the nervous sensation in his gut that was often described as `butterflies' in stories. This guy was to good looking not to get nervous around.

 

“I have to pick up my little brother by 7, and my car is meant for two people.” Itachi explained, nodding his head. It wasn't like he was going to stop the Nara from sharing a seat with Sasuke, or care. If they can pull the buckle over themselves, no cop would pull them over. He noted Shikamaru's cheeks increase in redness.

 

“That's fine, where you picking him up at?” He said, eyeing the plants near the edge of the walkway. He didn't hear Itachi moving, and upon looking up to make sure the man hadn't snuck away or up to him, he saw that the Uchiha was scrutinizing him silently, black eyes sliding up and down his body while he thought.

 

“…Not very far from the heart of town.” Itachi said. Shikamaru felt the proverbial butterflies begin swooning within his lower stomach, trying to get him to realize what he already knew. Itachi was hot beyond anybody he'd seen in person, and shouldn't have been allowed to live in such a small hick-like town.

 

“Well, would you mind dropping me off at the movie theater? I don't have to be there until around 7:30, so…If you can.” Shikamaru pressed, hoping he could skip the whole picking up Sasuke part and just dump him at the movies. Ino would pay for his ticket.

 

“After picking up Sasuke, yes. I would be happy to, Shikamaru.” Itachi said. Shikamaru felt a small shiver crawl up his spin from the way he said his name, the usually chopped syllables of his name rolling smoothly from his tongue into the air. He shrugged his shoulders, not meeting his gaze.

 

“Alright, sounds cool to me.” He stepped up to Itachi's side, waiting for him to start the tour again. He had hours until it was time to go. Great….

 

“Lead the way.” He almost sighed, keeping pace with the Uchiha. It would be a long couple of hours before he could escape this boring torture…And that was only until he got to be subjected to the embarrassment of picking up Itachi's little brother.

 

“You don't suppose we could skip this whole routine and leave early?” He asked half-heartedly, knowing that he wouldn't be catching a break anytime soon. Today was too much of a rollercoaster, and by getting the upside of a ride their had to be the downside, the rest of this godforsaken tour…

 

Itachi remained silent, pausing yet again in his explanations. He was starting to become intrigued with this teen and what he meant to his baby brother. Getting to know him a little more would work out to his advantage.

 

“We could. Where would you want to go?” Itachi said, turning to face the teen. He was amused to see the unbelieving look on the Nara's face, his joy beginning to bloom through his doe eyes. He was highly expressive for someone so apparently lazy.

 

“Serious? I'm actually starving; we could grab a bite to eat if you got money. I only have money at home…” Shikamaru said, a smile taking on his features. Itachi allowed a small smirk in return, motioning for the boy to follow him down another path, leading around the office building.

 

“I'll pay. I would like to get some coffee as well.” Itachi said, climbing into his car. Shikamaru climbed in as well, less smoothly then Itachi had, feeling a vague sense of uncomfortable misplacement in the expensive vehicle.

 

“No problem. Anything's better then walking around, getting a tour I never wanted in the first place.” Shikamaru said, settling in with his arms upraised, hands behind his head. He felt the car purr throughout the framework as the key turned in the ignition, and couldn't believe his luck.

 

`I'm going to go have coffee and lunch/dinner with Itachi Uchiha.' He smiled with his eyes closed, feeling the wind hit him and not caring about the chill.

 

`Hell yeah.'

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Ino sat on the bench outside the movie theater. She'd managed to slip away from work early, and was able to convince Sakura to come wait with her. It was only about 40-50 minutes until the time she told Hinata to be there….

 

“So, you got Hinata to go with you to the movies.” Sakura said, sitting down next to her with a soda in hand. They'd both gotten there tickets but only went in to refill the soda they were sharing.

 

They could have been waiting inside, but both of them found it to crowded, since there was a movie just letting out.

 

Ino took the drink from Sakura's hand, resting her face on one closed fist, arm propped up on her knee. She took a sip, waiting for her to continue, already knowing what it was she would say.

 

“And you blew it.” Sakura sighed, leaning back on the bench, legs outstretched before her, ankles crossed. Ino slumped down, letting both hands cradle the soda as they slipped between her legs, almost touching the ground as she hunched forward.

 

“I know…” She grumbled. Sakura made a small noise, flicking her hand in her friend's direction. Ino could pull off the best dejected pose, but she still wouldn't seem more then just mopey.

 

“Why did you decide to invite me and Shikamaru anyway?” She said, nudging her friend to hand over the soda. The blonde girl did so, hardly moving up from her stooped over posture.

 

“It's all part of the plan.” Ino said, looking straight ahead as people filed out and began either walking home or heading towards cars. Sakura rolled her eyes at her friend, shrugging her shoulders to herself. What would she do with the girl sometimes?

 

“And this plan would be?” Ino sat up then, turning to look at Sakura fully.

 

“Alright; when we're going into the actual theater, getting our seats, you and Shikamaru will move to intercept Tenten from sitting near Hinata, while I move in to lead her towards the end, singling her out from the group. This leaves me open to sit next to her without anyone else on her other side, and you guys will keep her far away from Tenten so that she will have no choice but to talk to me and me only!” Ino explained with a great many flourishing gesticulations, drawing out a mental image of them all as cartoons in Sakura's head, complete with camouflage.

 

“Ino, you're a dork, you know that?” Sakura said, taking a sip from the soda. Ino's gleeful expression shrank from her features, a light frown adorning her lips.

 

“Be that way then, Sakura. You'll see. My plan will work perfectly!” Ino exclaimed, turning and letting her back rest on the bench's back rest, as intended by developers. Not that many ever did that, but for today she would.

 

“Sure it will Ino. Only thing you're missing is Shikamaru.” Sakura commented dryly, sucking down more of the horribly bad for you drink. Ino perked up, looking over at Sakura with wide excited eyes.

 

“Guess what?” She nearly squealed out, her excitement leaching over into the other girl, making her pulse quicken with the hint of gossip, like blood in the water.

 

“What? What's happened?” She asked, passing the soda over without Ino asking, getting tired of the cold drink slowly numbing her hands.

 

“Shikamaru! I was telling him about going to the movies, asking if he wanted to come with us or anything and then I asked if there was any movie he specifically wanted to watch and for some reason he said Itachi Uchiha's name, and I didn't think he meant he'd seen him so I started teasing him-” She paused, taking a breath and a sip from the soda, before quickly putting it on the ground at her feet, not dropping eye contact with Sakura as she did it. “And then, like right after I said something about Itachi having a bed room voice, oh my god, I heard Itachi Uchiha speak! He only said Shikamaru's name, kind of like a question, you know? And I don't know why Shikamaru was with him but, seriously, what if they're having some kind of secret relationship? What if Shikamaru knows Sasuke personally??” Ino burst out the rest, almost going to fast to catch Sakura's incredulous look.

 

“Secret relationship? I don't see Shikamaru doing that kind of stuff. I mean, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's even interested in kissing someone, let alone doing something sexual!” She said, stating her skepticism. Ino rolled her eyes at her, leaning forward.

 

“A relationship isn't all sex, Sakura! I know he's a little virgin boy who hasn't even lost his lip virginity, but what if he thinks Itachi's that special someone? What if he's been saving his first kiss for the older Uchiha brother? Wouldn't that be awesome!” Ino squealed again, getting lost within her own fantasies.

 

Sakura smiled, allowing her mind to drift as well. Although she didn't believe it was happening, the thought of those two getting together was an attractive one…She shivered, joining in on the giggles.

 

“That would be! He could also help me meet Sasuke…” She mused, tapping a painted nail against her chin. Ino laughed, grabbing up the soda and shrugging, still allowing her mind to wonder on the subject.

 

“Mhm, and I could meet Itachi…” Ino said, luxuriating in the possibilities. It wouldn't matter if Itachi was taken either, she would still love it. She'd also dig Shikamaru for al the juicy details of his sex life. Now, if only this fantasy were true….

 

“How much longer?” Sakura asked, dropping from her cloud long enough to notice it was getting a little chilly. Ino pulled out her cell phone, checking the time.

 

“Five minutes to seven.” She scrolled through her contacts list, sending a text to Shikamaru, before flipping it closed and sitting back. They had plenty of time to continue fantasizing.

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