Paint Tool Sai

"You don’t look very sorry," he stated bluntly. Either way… It did not matter. Konoha shinobi had every reason to attack him; it was no different with this young man.

He was certain he had heard mention of that name once before… Sai, part of the ANBU, the Root division.

He had inquired Ino about him awhile ago.

"Uchiha Itachi."

SaiIno short comic : ‘What girl’s hand feels like’ 

I get an idea from request lol but request is ‘Sai holding Ino’s hand’ yep I draw it and post it already  lol and this is another version 'Sai eating Ino's hand'

The painter's eyes widened upon hearing boy's response to his inquiry. His jaw hung half open as the names of the younger's parents slowly sunk in.

"H-How--? And...with Ino?! No way!"

Developing feelings, especially love, was something Sai thought that he couldn't have. He feels nothing; he's void of emotions. But how? How did he come to fall in love with someone like Ino? Aside from not knowing much about her, she's also ugly like his pink-haired teammate.

Love is a complex matter, he thought.

Focusing his attention back to the blond, he does share some features similar to Ino's, like his hair and eyes. And because of the narrow distance between them, Sai was able to tell that his skin tone and that of the child's are the same. However...

"It's impossible for Ino and I to have a child at this time." Sai spoke calmly. "But. I do not think that you are lying."

Ino had lost her father and Sai had grown up as an orphan, Boruto and Sarada’s dads are always busy and away. All of this has made Inojin grateful to have his and for the way his parents are always there for him. But now, neither of them know who he is. 

The dark-haired male's jaw hung open. He wanted to speak, but with all the questions that he wish to ask all at once, he can't utter a single word. He wanted to believe that this is just a mistake, but the blond's claim was full of conviction.

A heavy sigh escaped from the painter's lips as he tried to compose himself. Once he had calmed down, Sai lowered himself, meeting his dark hues with the other's watery blue ones.

"If what you're saying is true, then, tell me... What are the names of your parents?" Sai asked firmly.

Gremmy’s smile widened as the shinobi spoke, he’d forgotten that you were meant to say that as well.

"Nice to meet you too~"

His head tilted as he considered the question, he’d not expected a quiz and especially not such a question. Though his brow crinkled at the last comment, “Yup~ I saw it on tv!” Well that wasn’t strictly true, he’d actually read it in a book, back when he was in the vandenreich not that he had any intention of admitting to reading…let alone which book it came out of. “Pride and Prejudice” wasn’t exactly a masculine book. 

"Yes, I am." He nodded again. "Ino and I came from the same village. Are you friends with her, as well?" He asked. "She's can be very scary, but she's good person." The painter bluntly stated.

"Kiba." The pale boy muttered, and relaxed upon seeing the other shinobi. Then, he trailed his eyes on to Kiba's trusty companion, who's happily wagging his tail. "..and Akamaru, too."

Returning his gaze at Kiba, he nodded.

"Yes. I've been here for while."

Once he stood right outside of the house’s door though, he hesitated from taking the final step and knocking. What if he is in and just like Ino, has no memory of him? Inojin doesn’t know if he can take another devastating blow. 

The choice seems to be made for the blond when he hears a familiar voice from behind him, and the question Sai posts answers his own. 

He turns to look at his father. ”Dad..” Inojin manages to choke out as immense sadness knots his throat. His eyes start to water and his hands tremble.

"Sorry. It seems you mistook me for some--" The painter stopped speaking upon noticing the tears that welled on the other boy's eyes.

"--H-Hey. Are you alright? What's wrong?"

And the boy probably thought Ino was crazy and creepy in more ways than ones.

A high, false laugh. “Ahaha, Sai-San.”

Renji turned to the footsteps approaching him, He looked the individual up and down getting a good look at him.Black hair and black eyes on pale skin gave the guy high creep points. 

"Is your dick tattooed as well?"

Renji had opened his mouth to introduce himself to the man but no longer felt the want to talk but beat the man. He grabbed the front of the guys shirt eye twitching. “One that is no way for anyone to introduce themselves, two that sure as hell is none of your business and three give me one good reason not to beat your scrawny little white ass?” Renji did not appreciate when people asked that question and believe it or not it was asked more often than not.

The childish Quincy tilted his head, studying the stranger. A room-mate…he’d never had one before, well he hoped that the other Sai didn’t mind the occurrences which tended to happen when the imaginative Quincy slept.

The shinobi blinked at the gesture he got in return. It was something that he didn't expect. Weren't people supposed to shake hands when they first meet? Perhaps from where his roommate came from, their practice is different...

"Ah. Nice to meet you, Gremmy."