Hopefully this story will make more sense in later chapters, I only just started it.

Once again, any suggestions or comments would be greatly accepted since I am still trying to get used to writing stuff like this.

Hope it's not too bad! ;p

Life has a funny way of playing tricks on people. For example, I was supposed to be placed on a team with Sasuke Uchiha, then from there we would develop a very passionate relationship where he takes my hand and leads me into a garden bathed in moonlight. He would be nervous, but not in a bad way. Finally he would look deep into my eyes and tell me how much he cherished me, how he always had. Sigh…

Then we would have three kids; a son with Sasuke's hair and my eyes, then five years later, twins, one boy and one girl. Together we would become the greatest and most successful ninja couple in all of the lands. It was romantic and dreamy and so utterly absurd that I still feel repulsed when I think back to my years of delusion.

Anyways, the reason life is so funny (cough cough yah right) is because instead of living the perfect life, with the perfect husband and the perfect kids and the perfect career, I am sitting in a booth at a restaurant that smells of grease and fattening meats while I stare at my unenergetic teammate across from me. Oh yes, life is very funny, in the cruelest manner; who would have ever thought that I, Ino Yamanaka, would fall head over heels in love with the one person I always swore I could never get along with, my lazy teammate, and best friend, Shikamaru Nara.

Perhaps if I start from the very first day of my life, I can help explain how unpredictably predictable my situation truly is.

~Flashback~

White walls trap two rather apprehensive men in a small cubed area. The sign outside the door says WAITING ROOM in large red letters. One of the men has long blonde hair and rugged blue eyes that flashed with apprehension. He anxiously paced around the room, dodging chairs and breaking the silence every so often to whisper a string of profanity. This behavior greatly contrasted the conduct of the other man also stuck in the windowless cubicle. This man casually spread out in his seat. His pitch black hair was pulled up into a ponytail on top of his head and his sharp eyes mutely observed his companions actions.

There was only one item adorning the colorless walls; a clock. It was at the moment when the short hand was on the eleven, and the long hand was on the fifty-nine, that a short, stout nurse bustled into the waiting area. Immediately, the bulky blonde man rushed to tower over the woman. She bristled slightly before calling out, "Nara, Shikaku."

The dark haired man slowly rose to his feet, stretching his arms out before setting a slow pace towards the impatient nurse. She crinkled her nose at the sight of the scars on his face. He tilted his chin towards her, an invitation for her to speak, which she quickly took up on.

"Mr. Nara, your wife has just given birth to a son. You may see him now if you like. You will be able to visit with your wife in about an hour."

She hadn't even finished speaking before a bright young girl, also in a nurses outfit, burst into the room. She didn't hesitate for a moment as she loudly called out, "Yamanaka, Inoichi!" She smiled widely when said man rushed forward once again.

She squealed happily, "Yamanaka, sir, I am very pleased to have the honor to inform you that you are now a father of the prettiest little baby girl! She was officially born at 12:01 am, sir. I would love to introduce you to her now!"

A booming laugh resounded around the room as Inoichi firmly gripped his friend's shoulder. "You hear that, Shikaku! Our kids born within five minutes of each other; how ironic is that old friend?" He turned back to the peppy nurse without waiting for a reply from the bored man next to him. "Could you show us to our children now? This lazy ass guy next to me just found out that he has a son, born three minutes before my daughter!"

Excited beyond belief, the nurse turned on her heel, spinning to face the door. She rambled aimlessly on about how cute the baby was, which Inoichi gobbled up like pie on holidays. It took less then five minutes for the small group of three to navigate their way to a large glass window. Only two babies were occupying the room at the moment. A tuft of dark hair could be seen poking out of a blue blanket, though, strangely, there was no movement. One crib over, a pink blanket could be seen rolling back and forth. The door opened next to the two men and a high-pitched screaming could be heard; it was blatantly obvious which kid belonged to the two newly appointed fathers.

"So I have decided to continue the line of 'Shika.'"

Inoichi pulled his eyes away from the pink bundle in order to glance at his friend. "How so?"

Shikaku looked firmly at the pile of blue which contained his son, "I have chosen to give him the name Shikamaru. Perhaps the Ino-Shika-Cho formation can have a new generation; after all, Chouza did have a boy, whom he named Choji, back in April. I could influence the Academy to place our three into the same gennin team, two boys, and one girl. It would give them an added advantage."

Inoichi nodded his head in agreement. The three births really had been perfect, almost as if fate wanted these three to continue their fathers' legacy. The Nara Clan, Yamanaka Clan, and Akimichi Clan worked well with each other, especially between the Nara and Yamanaka Clans. Inoichi could already picture it; Shikamaru controlling an enemy's movements while his daughter took over the enemy's mind with the family blood trait. It was the first formation he and his friends had discovered.

"I agree with you, Shikaku. I shall name my little princess Ino. Now all that's left is to pray that their conflicting personalities don't get in the way of their inevitable friendship.

Both men laughed, remembering old times, back when their two opposite personalities would clash and ultimately cost them the mission. Oh yes, all they could do was pray.