Ino Blink of the Eye

5: Training – Personal Nindo of the Yamanaka girl.


The morning dew hadn’t even fallen on the leaves in the glade and Ino had already broken a sweat in her training. She had kicked at the tall stump so many times her sandal was hot and there was a definite dent in the thing's side.
But the blonde wasn’t aware of the wood’s condition, or the condition of her footwear as she continued on, trying to burn off some frustration and built up tension.
Her evening had ended early and she had almost been caught sneaking back into the house. Worst of all, she had pissed Iyashi off and now she was well aware of the sexual frustration that was added to her already sour mood.
“Crack” the stump seemed to groan as she landed a particularly well-placed kick and it split off a large sliver. She threw her foot at it once more and the loosened piece went flying. “Thunk,” it landed and “Ouch” followed the sound of it hitting something.
Ino stopped and carefully headed for the scene of it’s final location.
“Who’s there?” she called to the moving bush that was moaning lowly.
“Why’d you throw that thing at me, old lady?” came a voice from the other side and a bushy brown head of hair rose and regarded her.
“I didn’t throw anything at you, it was an accident and I’m not an old lady.”
“Well the bump on my head says you are a crazy old lady, accident or not.”
“Aren’t you that loud kid who used to hand around with Naruto?” she asked and when the boy nodded to her with a scowl on his face, she smiled. “I’m Yamanaka Ino.”
“Sarutobi Konohamaru.” He returned.
“What are you doing out here so early?” she asked him.
“My Sensei trains here in the mornings. If I come early, he teaches me new Jutsus.” the boy explained. “Why are you here, besides to throw wood around?”
“Shut up, brat. I was training. I just got carried away.” She turned away and blushed when she realized what she was admitting.
“Hmmph” was his response.
“I did!” she insisted. “Oh, never mind. I’m going. You’re just a kid, what do you know?”
“I know I’m a better ninja than some girl.”
“Oh, really? So, they are promoting kids right to Chuunins these days, huh?” she said, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
“No, but I bet I pass the next exam on my first try. How many times did you take it?”
“I passed on my third try. We’ll just see if you pass at all. Who’s your sensei, anyway?” she said.
As he opened his mouth to answer, another voice came out. This one slow and drawn out, as if it was too much effort to put into the conversation.
“That would be me.” And the girl jumped. “Sorry, didn’t mean to surprise you,” Genma said.
“YOU!” Ino screeched.
“Do I know you?” he said, bouncing the toothpick between his teeth.
Ino fumed for a second or two before allowing a glare to focus on the Jounin. Then, with a voice like smooth cream she said. “Obviously not. I was just telling this brat, that he would need a great teacher to be able to become a Chuunin in one try. To bad, kid.” And she turned away to leap into the trees and disappear.
Genma watched her and allowed a smirk to creep to his lips. “So, I really got to ya, huh?” he thought. “So, brat. What were you and that Chuunin talking about?”
“She claimed that she accidentally hit me on the head with that.” He said, pointing to the large sliver. “While training,” he finished.
The special Jounin hefted the chunk and carried it back to the training tree.
“Hmm, looks like someone wanted to teach this stump a good lesson.” He said sizing the chunk up to it’s previous location. “Okay brat. Let’s see if you can knock a piece loose, too.”


Ino lay on her bed, one arm over her eyes as she beat the covers with the other. The muffled “Thump,” the only sound in the house.
Her parents had gone out with some friends and she was alone.
“Hey Ino!” was called up from out the window. She sighed and rose from her chosen location to look out on the street.
Kiba stood on the curb smiling up at her, Akamaru was perched on his head, and his new dog, Shiromaru was standing next to him.
“Come on. Don’t you want to practice?” he called. Ino couldn’t help but smile at that, through her face attempted to rebel.
“Kiba, you’re just horny. Sometimes I really regret making that deal with you.” She said leaning down so she didn’t have to yell.
“Ah, not just me, huh? Tobio told me you left early last night. Has the new worn off of Iyashi already?”
“Gods, does he have to know everything? I’m coming down. We’ll go to the monument. I am not letting your dogs into my room again.” She called heading for her door.
Quickly, she was down the stairs and they were walking down the street.
Two years ago. They had come to an agreement when, in a fit of rage at her second failure to become a chuunin, Ino had nearly molested the Inuzuka teen. They decided they enjoyed each other physically but would never be romantically involved.
Instead they trained together. Kiba would back her up while she used her jutsu on Akamaru. The regular practice had extended her ability to hold the victim for up to twenty-five minutes at a time and in exchange she would play hide and seek with the dogs and their partner. This had the added bonus of increasing her speed, agility and evasion techniques.
So the group made a good team for training and the sex just frosted the cake.
“So, what happened? You are exuding chakra you’re so mad.” Kiba asked.
“Oh, this stupid Jounin is trying to piss me off. I don’t know what his problem is. He interrupted my date and then acted like he didn’t even know me this morning?”
“You spent the night with him?” Kiba asked, confused.
“No! I was training and he showed up.”
“Oh. So you didn’t get any from him either, huh?”
“God, Kiba. You really do think with your . . . . Kunai, don’t you? Hey, let’s go in here.” She said, yanking him through a door.
“Hey, what?” he said following her pull. He found himself in a clothing store and was pulled between the racks. The woman who ran the place glared at the couple, which came into her shop with two dogs.
Ino stopped at a rack and began pawing through the clothes, one at a time. Finally she pulled out a shirt and held it up. “This one.” She said, pulling him behind her as she headed to the back. Once there, she pushed him into a fitting room and dropped Akamaru next to Shiromaru and told them both to sit.
Two years of affiliation had the dogs obeying her.
Then, she followed the Inuzuki into the booth and closed the door behind them.
Kiba backed up to the wall as the girl hung the shirt on the door hook and then latched onto him.
Kiba was used to Ino’s sudden mood swings and as her lips found his he responded and even pushed for more.
When they came up for air he found himself half undressed and his arms were around an equally naked female.
“Mmm, sex in a changing room new concept for you.”
“Not really, I’ve been in here before. Plus you’ll look great in that shirt.” she answered his quip and wrapped her arms around his neck as she turned them around in the booth.
Kiba smirked as he realized their position and slid his hands down her sides, pushing her shorts off ahead of them.
Ino wriggled out of the hindrance and climbed up onto the built in seat as Kiba shucked his remaining clothes. When he stood up from this, she grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him hard and fast.
Kiba fell forward landing her hard against the wall and knocking the wind out of her lungs. She let her head fall back as he grabbed at her exposed ass and lifted her up.
The next thing she knew he was pushing up into her fast. It was blessed agony and she tightened her hold on him with her thigh muscles as he pushed all the way into her body.
“Gods, Ino. You are so tight. How do you stay so god-damned tight?” He said, as he pulled back and rammed home again.
“Mmm, more Kiba. Don’t stop dog-boy.” She said, in breathless gasps. Kiba obliged and as he moved he brushed that sensitive spot that had her panting and moaning.
The Inuzuka buried his head in her shoulder and pulled her closer as her tight passage firmly massaged his burgeoning erection, coaxing and demanding at the same time.
It was fast, hard sex. Something they had done many times and though it was great, it was over too soon, as Kiba felt her quivering around him and it drew him to his completion.
They broke apart slowly, not like lovers but because they were tired. It was a moment of mutual clinging to remain standing as they caught their breaths and then, they began to dress once more.
Kiba grabbed the shirt and wrapped it around himself. He studied it, and turned to Ino.
“You’re right. I look Hot in this.” He said, smiling as he pushed her loose hair back into place.
“When will the men around here learn to trust me?” she smirked as he removed it and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
They purchased the shirt and smiled at the comatose looking old woman as they headed out the door.
Ten minutes later they were on the top of the mountain, practicing Ino’s Shintenshin no Jutsu and timing the length she could hold it.
A pair of lazy eyes watched them from a concealed spot, nearby.

:::: A day in the life of a clerk in a men's wear store. Ahem, I don't know if this happens a lot, but I heard it does happen. At least the dogs could keep watch, right?
FYI - Shiromaru refers to a pure white dog, just as Akamaru is a red dog. Kiba's family names their dogs this way and their family after parts of a dog, like Kiba means fang, and his sister is Hana meaning nose, her three dogs are called Haimaru Sankyodai meaning grey trio, Kiba's mother is Tsume meaning nail or Talon, her dog is Kuromaru meaning black dog.

Ruka - your wish is my command, at least on my day off.

kakashi_morph - Welcome. Oh, and this story does have Yaoi implications, I could send you a list, I suppose, of my couples. Nah, just sit back and wait. But the canon one of Kakashi/Iruka is there as well as the others that I listed.

I am well aware that in our society there are a variety of coupling issues and I try to incorporate them all here. I hope no one is offended, that is why I listed it in the summary. There is some M/M love, so if that offends you, please discontinue reading this fiction. But, hey if you like, and you are well adjusted and live life for it's more exciting aspects, I strive to please.
Reviews are more than welcome, I even like flames. What can I say? I am a glutton for feedback.