[Fanfic][Naruto] Ino's Secret Kissing Jutsu, Part Three


Part Three: Infiltration
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Outside the inn, a thuggish man was leaning back against the wall as his eyes roamed over the roadway, covertly scanning the face of every passerby. Though on guard duty, he only had half a mind on his job and was wishing he could slip back inside for another drink when his attention was drawn to an approaching pair.

Well, what do we have here?

It was a couple... a teen couple, plainly heading in his direction. The man beetled his brows curiously. While this inn attracted a wide assortment of clientele, it was not the kind of place that invited a younger crowd. But his misgivings began to fade once he got a better look. These two appeared to be a rougher sort after all. The girl (who he noticed first) was dressed very provocatively, and the way her long blonde hair flowed along her curvaceous body briefly caused his mind to wander far from any job related duty. As enticing as she was to leer at, however, the man couldn’t forever ignore the boy she was clinging to. He was grudgingly spared a cursory inspection, which in the guard’s view was enough to peg him as another stupid young punk trying to make a big impression. Unlike his companion, there was nothing much striking about his features apart from the hard-edged expression in his eyes, and he was soon abandoned in favor of his girlfriend.

The guard continued watching silently as the couple stopped just outside the inn’s entrance, peering through the doorway at the room filled with diners. Though now largely unconcerned, he still kept an ear open as they began to talk.

“Come on, let’s get a booth,” said the girl first. She suddenly twisted and threw her arms about the boy’s neck, causing him to stiffen in surprise. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Eh? There’s a perfectly good table over there.” The guard saw the punk gesture at a vacant one not far from the group of men that happened to include his boss, Gaijo. “Wouldn’t that be all right?”

“But I want a booth. I think it would be much better,” insisted the girl. She stood on tiptoe and drew in even closer, batting her lovely eyelashes flirtatiously up at her boyfriend. “Pretty please?”

The punk frowned, but his ears reddened slightly as she ran her finger playfully along his cheek. “Fine,” he sighed heavily after a moment. “We’ll sit wherever you want.”

The girl responded with a radiant smile that quickly turned into a light kiss. Happily pulling away, she winked and then sexily swayed her way inside the inn. Her boyfriend looked disgruntled as he watched her enter, his fierce eyes betraying a mix of anxiety and longing. Observing this, the guard smirked to himself.

Ha! He’s whipped.

Suddenly a tremor raced through his blood, and the guard looked up to see the punk glaring coldly as if he knew exactly what the older man was thinking. But he abruptly broke contact and followed after his girlfriend, leaving the guard with a peculiar impression. There was something about those piercing eyes... hadn’t he seen them somewhere before...?

... Like in a bingo book?

Yeah right. He quickly dismissed the thought, overly amused by the idea. It was obvious that the kid was just another average, cocky jerk who had somehow gotten luckier than he knew he had a right to and was typically overprotective of his hyper-sexed girlfriend. The lucky bastard.

Satisfied, the guard returned to watching the road.