[X] Let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be
You sigh, and smile in embarrassment.
"Sasuke. Do you have the hots for me?"
Ouch. Well, it's nothing you didn't know already, but there's no reason for him to actually flinch. It's not like you're some hideous cow-ogre or something.
"You're a beautiful girl, Ino," he says. You nod.
"I know. But that isn't what I asked you."
He looks slightly confused. "What does it matter?" Then his eyes widen. "No, Ino, I promise, I promise you never have to do anything like that if you don't want to. I'm not asking for that reason."
"Yeah..." you say, laughing quietly, your decision made. "That's what I thought. And that is why I can't say yes."
There are other reasons, sure; your still-untapped Ranton bloodline clashing with the Sharingan in any kids you may have, both of you being first in line to be clan-heads, the fact that Ami's your best friend, and just how little you want to get married to anyone, frankly, especially not before you even make chuunin.
Sasuke looks like he's just had an electric shock.
"A marriage isn't just a business deal or a way to solidify a friendship for me, Sasuke," you explain. "I'm a Yamanaka. We marry for love, or not at all."
"Love is more than just sex!" he snarls.
"Yeah, it's a lot of other things, mixed in with sex," you retort. "I'm too young to be thinking about marriage anyway, but marriage to someone who's never going to touch me beyond a goodbye kiss, for the rest of my life? I can't do it, Sakkun. I'm sorry."
He stands stock still, staring at you, as tears slowly well up in his eyes.
"Hey..." You hold out a handkerchief. "You know what they call a person who lives in your house and leaves the light on for you?" you ask.
He ignores the tissue, furiously wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "What?" he spits.
"A roommate," you say, grinning. "So when's a good day for us to move in?"
He blinks, and stares at you. "... you mean...?"
"I say 'us' because Ami and I have been talking about getting a place," you go on, "and it wouldn't be very fair of us to ditch her. Besides, the state you're in? The more people you have around you the better." You think for a moment, and are forced to conceal your surprise when you realize that Sasuke doesn't really have all that many friends. Hm. "Bet we could talk Shika-chan into moving in, too, if we offer to carry his stuff for him; be harder for his mom to get on his case if he isn't always home."
Sasuke is officially emotionally-adrift; he looks like you just socked him in the stomach and then handed him a chocolate bar. "You'll... you'll stay...?" He trails off, dazed, and the tears resume their flow. He turns away from you and sits down on the ground, sobbing.
"Arararara! That's no good!" You lift his arm over your shoulders, pulling him to his feet, and hold out the hankie again. Wordlessly, he takes it, and blows his nose. When he's done he squeezes you into a headlock/one-armed hug.
"I'm. sorry," he tells the side of your head, hyperventilating between the words before descending into another bout of crying. "I'm sorry..." he sniffles, trying to get himself back under control. "I was so stupid."
You pat him on the back. "C'mon. I'll drop you off at my place, you can sleep it off on the couch. I don't want you to be alone in this kind of mood."
He shakes his head vigorously, still trying to stem the tears. "I can't let your Dad see me cry."
"Pfft! Have you ever noticed that the running theme in your life is 'picking the wrong stuff to worry about'?" you ask as the pair of you walk out of the alley. "It didn't occur to you that Dad might not give a shit about you crying but would have some pointed questions about why his daughter brought home a drunken teenage boy who says he wants to marry her?"
As if to underscore your point, Sasuke pulls away from you to vomit violently against a nearby wall.
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Yamanaka Takae is surprised to see you return from Tanzaku Gai with a bleary-eyed Sasuke in tow, but she's quick to pull out the sofabed and get him tucked in with a bucket at his side. Fortunately for all concerned, Inoichi is already in bed.
When you get back to the restaurant, everyone is already digging into their meals.
"We didn't know whether you were coming back, so we just got you some fries," Kiba says, munching on one of them.
"What on earth took you?" Ami asks. "And where's Sasuke?"
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The GM is aware of the existence of asexual people who are not aromantic, and would like to disavow Lupino's comments to the effect that romantic love requires a sexual component.