Chouji was sobbing. It lay across the floor, its creamy glory gone as its blood-like cherry jam oozed from its centre, across the floor. Ino…Ino was a murderer! Giving her a tear-stained glare, he turned to try and the cake's remains.

"Get over it!" she snarled, without an ounce of compunction. "Are you trying to make me put on more weight? One baby weighs enough without the help of thousands of calories!"

Chouji sniffed and tried to hold back more tears as he kept on looking at the crime scene on the floor. It had been a bloody murder. The cakes layers were spread all over the floor, as was its cream and chocolate spread and jam. A once beautiful cake had been reduced to nothing just by the fling of an arm. Life was cruel.

"My baby…" he broke off. The grief, which was forming inside his chest, could not be voiced.

"Your baby is right here!" Ino yelled, waving towards her bloated stomach. The same wave of her hand, which she had used to end the cake's short inanimate life.

Chouji wondered if he could put a small prayer for the cake in the obituaries in "Konoha's Daily Scroll." They cake deserved more though.

Ino shifted heavily from foot to foot, feeling slightly guilty. Her newfound 'murderer' status happened when Chouji had offered her a piece of cake. Her raging hormones had made her fling the cake to the floor, 'killing' it in the process. She went over to him and put her arms around his neck.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked in a soft voice.

Chouji thought about it. "Could we…could we host a funeral for it?"

Ino didn't even have to think about it. "No."

"But-!"

"No," and she turned around to find a mop.