...Hence Sakura begrudgingly takes the offered cup, and Ino smiles a little.
Watching Sakura' defeated manner from the seat by the bed, Ino can't help but remember when she was bedridden, though the shock of what she went through immobilized her for a whole week.
Comfortable in her position, Ino takes a sip of her tea, enjoying the slightly sweet and fragrant beverage when Sakura finally asks, "how could you?"
"That's what you want to start with?" Ino returns. Sakura's defiant stare is answer enough and for the prosperity of her power over the pinkette, Ino chooses to answer honestly, "to tell you the truth, you caught me on a bad day.
We haven't been friends for a while so you wouldn't know, but I've been having a bad time of it lately, and that day, you were definitely the tipping point."
"Because I was talking about Sasuke-kun," Sakura reasons aloud.
Ino nods as she answers, "I snapped." Play-snapping her manicured fingers for effect.
"So because you were PMS-ing, you took out all your bullshit on me?!" Sakura angrily retorts.
Taking an insta-photo from her pocket, Ino calmly states, "I don't know if you want to give your mother a reason to come up here, but, it wouldn't go well for you if she did."
Sakura struggles to force herself to calm down. They stay silent a few moments making sure Mebuki hadn't heard her daughter yell and was on her way. Once they were sure, Sakura asks, "so, I expect you'll be going after Sasuke-kun now.
If you consider the fact that you and I are fairly inexperienced ''brats'' prone to making bad choices in our youthful age, I feel confident I'll be okay; confident enough to take the risk.
You, on the other hand, will have to live with the very public shame of being the girl who sucked off the Dead Last of our year; a boy everyone hates. I have no doubt that stigma will stick with you for a long time.
Maybe other guys will try to get some of that action for themselves because they think you're easy, and don't think you won't consider it either since I doubt Sasuke-kun will ever be with a woman who was with that idiot. Team Seven will probably disband after-"
"But it was you!" Sakura cries.
"It was your mouth," the platinum-blond returns. It was not lost on Ino how she, in actuality, is the one carrying that shame of being with Naruto, and the daily urges that come with it, but much like Sakura, she doesn't want anyone to know either.
"As it clearly shows in all the photos." Ino shows her the photo of Sakura on her knees, her pink hair a mess, taking Naruto deep enough that the tip of her nose was rubbing his blond pubes.
Sakura turns away, disgusted by just the flash of it.
This reaction works well for Ino as her original plan was to give Sakura a copy for her to always carry around, but after inspecting how hungry Inoin Sakura's bodylooked as she devoured his thick prick, the platinum-blond decided it might be too easy for Sakura to notice and possibly deduce Ino's wanton shame.
Sakura looks defeated, exactly where Ino wants her.
"The rules," Ino curtly picks up. "As I said before, you're going to stop all advances toward Sasuke-kun. No dates, no presents, no walks alone, I don't even want you to sit by him. No makeup, no perfume, or skin creams; you won't need any of that since you're no longer trying to impress him.
If there's anything else I'm forgetting, don't try that either. There is no loophole to this rule, and you will follow it, not only to the letter, but in its spirit as well. Do we understand each other?" Slowly, dejectedly, with a grimace on her face, Sakura nods once.