Stealing the blossom.
Ino was anoyed. Very annoyed. The reason was quite simple, she loved Sakura. And she was certain Sakura loved her back. She'd been trying for weeks to get the other girl to admit her feeling. She'd started small, testing the waters as it were. Little caress on the back of her hand, friendly peck on the cheek, comments on how pretty the pink haired girl was. Sakura would blush and squirm in a most charming manner.
So she'd stepped up a bit, she'd given Sakura some flowers, which had been hastily placed in a vase in the corner and never mentioned again. She'd invited her over for dinner, and Sakura had spent the entire time stuttering uncomfortably. The second time she tried, the pinkette hastily made excuses. Nothing worked, Sakura refused to make a move.
Simply put the young woman found herself coming down to two options. She could either march over to Sakura's house, and then tell her boldfaced that she loved her and wanted her forever. Which would probably make Sakura run.
Or she could make it so she couldn't run, and force an answer from her. That would work best. Of course she wouldn't really hurt Sakura, and if the girl truly didn't want her than ok, but she could still at least punish her for floundering about.
She spent the next week preparing, then put in for a leave of absence from her ninja duties for one week. Then she forged a mission scroll and had it sent to Sakura's house, telling the girl to go to the woods that night alone, and wait by the tall black tree near the river.
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The most important lesson is that we will never learn.
I fear to wake up and realize I was just a dream.
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