Wedding Plans

"Because it's not bad to have new hobbies every now and then…"

The two plopped to the ground, laughing uncontrollably.

Kiba eased the tie around his neck and Ino kicked her heels to the dirt.

They took the time to catch their breath.

Running from across the town where one of the most sumptuous wedding halls resided all the way to an abandoned park where they used to play in when they were kids was no easy task.

The two chuckled.

"I can't believe we did it. Did you see your mother's face?" Ino asked, breathless.

Kiba sniggered. "Did you see your mother's face? I should keep a gun at my side from now on."

Ino laughed out loud. "You could die for all I care. I can't believe your sister was going to marry him!"

"Yeah, it's like, she was drunk the entire relationship with your ex."

The two broke out in laughter again.

She groaned. "I'm hungry; do you still have the cake?"

Kiba took out a black sac from the inside pocket of his jacket. Which he thought was super cool and that's why he was keeping it.

And not because crashing into a wedding was the most awesome thing he's ever done.

And not because he wanted to do it over and over again, to all of his exes who thought he wasn't good enough.

Truth to be told, he wasn't.

But damn them all, Kiba was going to track them down and turn their weddings into a ceremony of embarrassment and they will call it off at the spot.

He handed the stolen cake to his friend and laid back down. This was one hell of a night.

"Look you idiot, the cake is all smashed!" Ino complained, staring at a mess of cream and chocolate and edible artificial flowers.

"Oh I'm sorry your highness, want a plate and a fork?!"

"Damn you, just shut up." She paused for a minute upon hearing his muffled laughter. He looked villainous.

"You know Ino, I think I have a new hobby."

She grinned. "You're not going to turn against me, are you?"

"Only if you got married."

The blonde snorted like it was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard, instantly getting her point across.

"Good." The tall young man stood up, dusting his elegant black suit. "Do you know where we can find our next wedding?"

Ino inserted her hand inside the sac and took a handful of misshaped cake. She stuffed her face with it. Not waiting before swallowing, like she was taught to, she answered. "Yeah… a friend of mine is a wedding planner; we can steal her little book."

Kiba chuckled evilly. "I knew you're my friend for a reason."

A/N: the idea of this one was completely different, but changed during the process of writing like most the other ones did. Kiba was going to get married and Ino was going to be his wedding planner. And something about unresolved sexual tension, then an assisted attempt at evacuating. I like this one better though.

Another note, I think Kiba and Ino would make a rather interesting duo... or couple, for the matter. And yes, the Ino fever ends here with two chapters. Hopefully more will be coming for anyone who's enjoying those little shitty mess of one shots I write.