A/N I've found if a write a little FF, I can write a lot of original stuff. And thus the world turns. I'd like to think I've grown-up a bit since I last wrote.
"Identity"
Maybe he had been away too long with ero-sennin, or maybe he was drunk, but he could swear that standing under a red lantern, in a whore house about a million miles away from Konohagakure, was Sakura.
Naruto staggered across the thickly perfumed room, shouldering aside fat, ugly gamblers and haggard looking prostitutes as he went.
"S-Sakura-chan?" He reached out a hand to touch the figure's shoulder.
"Honey, you can call me anything you want." Naruto's hand shot back to his side like he had just touched a white-hot iron. The woman was not Sakura at all.
The prostitute stepped out from under the lantern, pulling the neckline of her cheap kimono down farther on her sagging chest. Her face was matted down with what looked like flour instead of face powder, and when she smiled, she showed a set of fuzzy yellow teeth.
Her hair wasn't pink at all.
The lantern had been playing a dirty trick on him.
