This is a new story I wanted t test out. It's a non-massacre fic, which means...The Uchiha Have Risen From The Dead! Run away! Better yet, glomp them with their good looks! Anywhoo, things yo need t know: This is not a SasuSaku story. No matter how it appears. Like the wise perverted senseif team 7 once said "Look Underneath the Underneath" so beware and kept a close eye on some details, kay?

On with the Story!

I own nothing...I know that already, but my imaginatin makes up for it right?

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When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun.'

- Author Unknown

"No."

"Please."

"Hell no."

"Oh, come on Sakura-chan, please, for me."

"Never."

They have been having this argument in front of her doorstep for the past thirty minutes when Naruto decided to track her down that afternoon. She was trying to enjoy her day off from the hospital in peace, and was going to get in some much needed sleep without any nurses wanting help or training with the Hokage, but looks like it was going to be one of those days.

Those days, where nothing but chaos in ensured.

"If not for me, then for him. He needs our support, it's a big day for him."

Naruto begged using his Kicked-Puppy-Look.

That cheating bastard.

He knows she couldn't no to that; it was her weak point. And damn it all, it was working. She should have gotten immune now after all these years. 'Guess not' she thought wryly. She sighed heavily and gave him an once-over. His ridiculous black and orange jumpsuit wasn't on his person- seriously, where does he find such awful clothes- and was replaced with a navy blue yukata decorated with orange patterns on the hem at the bottom and a grey obi tie tied on his waist. His usual unruly blond hair was brushed, headband gone.

'Naruto can really clean up' Sakura thought with approval, 'I wonder how Sasuke is fairing in all of this?'

Sasuke. The thought was about him was bittersweet. She had gotten over him when she realized that he cared for her but not in the way she had always hoped. Over the years, they had a special bond, one that didn't compare to Naruto's and Sasuke's, but a bond nether the less. Now he's a close friend, a comrade, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't feel the gap between them or the way he still thinks of her: weak.

"Fine," she said reluctantly, swallowing down a lump in her throat. Naruto was about to jump for joy when Sakura fixed him with a glare," but if I hear one snide remark, I'm leaving and you can 'reacquaint' yourself with those pricks. Understand?"

Naruto gaped and was about to reply when she cut him off with her fist rose menacingly. "I understand Sakura-chan." He shot out obediently, fearing for his face. After all, he needed it to get the ladies.

She smiled sweetly. "Good. Now help me find something to wear."

"But you look good in everything," Naruto argued, "You shouldn't care what they think, their bastards with poles stuck in their rich asses."

Sakura couldn't have agreed more. Last time her team was invited to one of these "social gatherings" it was a nightmare. The people were polite, just how they were raised, and they never directly insulted her or Naruto, but it was implied. Naruto, being the idiot that he is, didn't understand that, but Sakura was an intelligent girl and those people really rubbed her the wrong way. And they knew it.

So now, every time they were invited to one of those parties, much to her disdain, she always made excuses about needing to finish work at the lab or helping Shizune, but fate was seemed to take sadistic pleasure in tormenting her so because today, she couldn't get out of it unless she wanted to face the wrath of a certain Uchiha.

She walked back into her apartment and shuffled to her bedroom, Naruto following her along happily. She opened her closet and started pulling out some kimonos that she deemed suitable for the occasion.

"Normally, I'll call over Ino for this type of thing but considering we are on a time constraint, I guess I'll have to settle with you." She muttered outloud, glancing at Naruto in reproach.

Naruto squawked in protest while sifting through the kimonos but Sakura only gave him a look of disbelief, "Please, you can't even dress yourself, let alone another per-Naruto I am not wearing that."

"Aww, but why not; it's pretty and has these cool designs on them." He held a black kimono that faded into a dark red at the bottom, sakura petals imprinted on the fabric floral designs. A floral design started from the shoulder and cascaded down her sleeve in different shades of pink, blue, red green.

"Because it'll look ugly on me." She replied hotly, crinkling her nose at the garment in distaste. Ino must have lost her fashion sense when she bought it for her on her birthday. The garment was so unappealing to Sakura.

"It won't hurt to try in on," he coaxed, his trade mark grin plastered on his tanned skin, his whiskers stretching," I bet it would look great on you. It would really make your eyes pop out."

Sakura sighed heavily while shaking her head. She contemplated argueing with him further, but seeing how this was going to end, with him most likely besting her into the kimono anyway, she decided to just to get it over with. Plus, Naruto is probably right; she doesn't really have much expertise in the fashion world. The thought made her cringe in horror.

It's a sad day when Naruto Uzamaki, the You-Can –Wear-Anything-With-Orange extraordinaire, knows more about fashion than you. Sakura grabbed the kimono from his hands and trudged angrily towards her closet, mumbling something out fate and cruelty.

Ten minutes later, Sakura opened the door non-too-happily. "Sakura-chan, you're beautiful!" He exclaimed and bright smile widening as she smiled back bashfully, tugging at her pink hair nervously. "You think so?"

He nodded his head excitedly and all but bounced towards her, linking his arms with hers. Sakura smiled up at him. Since when was he this tall? She couldn't remember. He has grown-they had grown- since becoming genin all those years ago.

Now Naruto, who only recently got back from his', training' with Jaraiya several months ago, (Sakura refused to believe that was all they did, no matter how many times Naruto says that he never even stepped foot into a coed bathhouse.) was one of the most powerful shinobi in their generation, along with Sasuke, who in turn was the first of any of them to make it to Jounin. When Naruto found out, he was furious and challenged Sasuke to a match. By the time it was done, the training field was unrecognizable and both were bloody pulps. Sakura healed them of course, but not without punching them with her chakra-enhanced fists on their heads for being idiots. They may have grown but they were still boys.

Her boys.

They made their way down to the streets, Naruto dragging her in a neck-breaking pace, Sakura yelling at him. ("You want to be dismembered?" "N-no!" "Then slow the hell down!")

"Don't we have to pick up Sai?" Sakura asked out-of-the-blue while walking beside him. Naruto had both of his hands behind his head, one eye closed while the other was glancing down at her.

"Oh yeah…I forgot about him." He said sheepishly. She should have known, the blond has taken a disliking to the pale boy ever since being introduced and this probably was pay-back when Sai beat him in training yesterday. Sakura's eye twitched. Idiot. "Hehehe-OW! Why did you hit me!"

"For being a forgetful idiot, how could you not remember about Sai. You know if we're late, he'll just go without us and you know he doesn't know where to go. He's clueless!" Sakura retorted angrily, poking at his chest rather hard, causing him to wince every time.

"I only forgot because I was helping you," he said, his bottom lip sticking out in a pouting manner, making him appear cute and innocent. Too bad she knows not to judge by appearances.

"Naruto, I know you aren't particularly fond of Sai-" Naruto shot her a look," okay, you hate the guy, but try to be more… ," she said moving her hands to find the word," accepting.

"Whatever, let's just go pick him up." He huffed out.

"Pick who up, dickless?" A calm voice asked behind the pair.

"Look Sakura, it's Sai!" He exclaimed, happy to find him before he got lost," and he's wearing-hey…WHO ARE YOU CALLING DICKLESS, ASSHOLE!"

Idiots, the lot of them.

"You look very nice, Sai," Sakura said smiling politely; both ignoring Naruto's protests ("Come on! Right here, right now. We'll see whose doesn't have a dick!")And then punched Naruto to silence.

Indeed, he did. With a black yukata that had white birds on it and a dark silver obi tied the outfit quite nicely. Sai, who replaced Naruto when he left, was an emotionless boy who came from Root. They were weary of him at first, but he grew of her with his nicknames and his social awkwardness, but over the years and a lot of teaching from Sakura, he was more…human.

"Thank-you, you look lovely as well," Ah, progress. Teaching him wasn't such a waste af-"The kimono makes you look like a lady, Hag."

"…."

"You're gonna get it," Naruto sniggered. Sai looked at him with a puzzled face.

"Oh, Sai?" Said person turned to face her smiling face and returned the gesture. "Yes Sak-"

The boy didn't have time to finish when her fist collided with his jaw, sending him sprawling several feet. The girl 'harumphed' and turned her heel and started stalking towards their destined location.

Naruto, who was smiling like a Cheshire cat, looked down at the now disheveled artist on the ground. "How did that feel? Oops, I forgot, you're a robot." He snickered. Served him right for the dickless joke.

Naruto started running to catch up to Sakura, Sai following behind, and linked arms with her, who in return linked arms with Sai (much to his displeasure) but it didn't matter, because nothing could destroy his mood today.

"Now let's go a wedding!"

Ohhh, looks likes someone is going t get married? I wonder who it is? Kidding!...or am I?

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