A/N: I find it practically impossible to enjoy a nice story that isn't up to my standards. It's not that I don't like the progress or the paining set up for it... Just seems like an odd occurrence that these are notoriously known as "gems/atomic bombs" which pop up in the SakuraxAkatsuki filter. Soo...here's mine! Feel free to bash/complain/support as much as you guys want.
Extra note: Turning the Akatsuki into animals never gets old. It's how the author go about creating their story that makes it turn out greater than a moldy bowl filled with porridge and pulp contaminated OJ! Also, I realllyyyy do not own the series. Hence why fan fiction is so nice, yet insulting at the same time. (Ex: Pro-supporters, bashing, yaoi, yuri, blah blah.)
An Impatient Hot Blooded Den Mother
Chapter 1. Usual crap gone sour
Sakura yawned.
And yawned some more.
Clinically a trait of boredom dominated her physique due to the slow pacing crunch session. For the last time she sucked in enough air, releasing the non-visual energy in a louder tone. Keeping her mouth wide open mid-way, the smooth sailing crashed landed as she choked on germ fueled morning breath. Making a face, the kunoichi rumbled and coughed in a hysterical fit. Seconds pass and she stops coughing. The windpipe stuffed behind her outfit returned to its normal circulation.
Growing tired of acting out in a stalling behavior, said pinkette builds up enough focus energy to resume working. Her irises fell on a paper only a few finches away. remained blank. Head tilting like a curious puppy, Sakura pulled a pen by her face. She leans forward, pressing her chest up against the oak desk in front.
Remaining frozen up in that exact spot, she couldn't help but feel watched.
Ohohoho, this angle did come off as a rather pervy sign.
Her boobs had been using the wooden design as a prop up for her feminine curves. Oh my Buddha, she's coming off as fap material for those obnoxious male workers in her wing.
Speaking of colleagues; Turning her head she gazes all around the room. Many medics and office workers filled their own work space, dotting down notes or chatting via-messenger hawk. (Which they weren't allowed to do!) But where is her position exactly?
All the way in the damn back.
She wasn't moving up the successful ladder any time soon. So much for saving Konoha with all her friends. The kunoichi still felt satisfied though. At the end of the battle, peace shined through the cracks. Each shinobi who helped fight in the war earned a shout out in the ceremony. But the rosette received something way better than that.
Granted an upgrade in status by Tsunade-shisou, she went from a Chunin-level nin to medic quo! But apparently working in this field didn't seem all dainty unicorns and magical rainbows. For the past period she's been working hard all by her self along with unfamiliar faces in the hospital wing. Due to her current schedule, the rookie nine didn't have time to spend time with their squad mates. Either way they went their separate days, fulfilling their clan duties as heirs.
Yet, is this where our young heroine spending the rest of her life? Sakura snorted. 'Fuck that. I should stop moping and get back to work..'
Grabbing a spare feather from the corner, she furiously writes down chicken scratch.
Scribble, scribble.
"Hey babe."
SCRIBBLE..SCRIBBLE.
Not bothering to reply, she continues to write out sloppy Kanji.
"Whatcha doin?"
Rrr-ipppppp!
Her pen had sliced into the paper!
Inching back a bit, "Heyyyy...slow down there tiger."
Breathing in and out, "What do you want from me Koichi?"
"Ughhhh..." the man trailed, causing an eye roll to flourish in Sakura's sockets. "I heard that you saved the world?"
'The fuck type conversation is that?'
"The hell type pick up line is that?" she questioned, suddenly gasping in surprise.
Quickly she puts a hand to her lips.
Oops. Bad wording..but a bit similar, ne?
Gawking at her like she had two heads. 'What the crud was that?'
Bobbing her shoulders up and down in a fit of laughter, "Sorry about that...I'm just so-"
"Sexy."
BAM!
As if in slow motion, her fist skimmed against the ride side of his jaw.
Stumbling back from the blow, "Damn it! You little bitch..." he growled, murmuring the ending word. Koichi looked up at her with sly grin on his face, "But so hot at the same time."
As a response to the cheap pick up line, she turned white as a ghost, "Y-you baka! Don't know how much I hate you..."
Wiggling a stray eye brow, "Oh, is this an invitation to sexual feelings?"
"NO!" Sakura roared.
"Darn it. " he replied, snapping two fingers. "Welp, I'll be back to toss you in my bed soon."
"Forget that. Marry your mother instead."
"No, you'll be marrying me." Koichi rephrased, "My little cherry blossom."
Sakura sat down on a park bench. The lunch bell had rung a few minutes ago. She felt thankful that kami had given her a chance to flee from that mess back there.
But man oh man, this routine was getting old. Work, get ogled at, eat lunch.
More desk work. Numerous slaps, snickering at the lingering burning hand prints on each male's cheek.
Followed by lunch... again. Just rice and pocky.
Rinse and repeat!
"This sucks so much." The pinkette huffed, ripping off covered Saran wrap from her meal. "I'm not so predictable.." she grumbles picking up a glob of rice with her chops sticks, "Pfft..." then stuffs the grains into her mouth. "Or am... I?"
Bushes rumbled from off the side. Pausing in between chews, Sakura carefully places down her chop sticks in a random spot. After spending time decreasing further commotion so the mysterious thing wouldn't get spooked, she kept watching the event like it's a free movie. Suddenly a flare of chakra explodes from within the thicket! Molding her right hand into a fist, adrenaline picked up as tension thins. Who's lurking in the bushes? If the culprit is that idiot who hid behind the vending machine, then he's gonna get a knuckle sammich.
Time passes by slowly, and slowly, and slowlyyyyyy...
The bushes shook and shake! Calming down, it breaks apart as a nature dweller escapes from the thicket.
Looking on from her higher perch up on the bench, 'What is that thing? It's so..so...blue?' she thought, bit clammy from the sudden discovery.
Said creature stared.
And stared.
Blinking, "Well, aren't you gonna talk?" (1)
Instead of chatting, the amphibian bloated it's cheeks like a squirrel. "Ribbit!"
"...Okay, didn't except that at all."
If she harnessed the ability to smack her forehead, or possibly drag a hand across her delicate skin, Sakura definitely would.
How is there even frogs(2) in the area? Even more well noted, is that this one seemed too extinct. Spots ran along its body, including gills on each facial side.
'I won't even bother trying to figure out what type of teeth that thing has..'
For the entire break time, said kunoichi didn't budge from her spot. She kept her eyes, rather wide and shiny, focused sternly on the fascinating but weird-looking gift of nature.
As scheduled, the lunch bell goes off. Springing up off the bench, her bento box tipped over.
Tears ran down both cheeks, "Oh come on..I spent ages on that."
Snap!
In full alert, Sakura traced the sound.
...Ew.
Jaws quaking, the frog chows down on.
Blinking in curiosity, her body jumps when more snapping followed suit. Apparently more flies were joining in on the feast.
How is that possible though? The ingredients used were rice, shrimp..
"Fish!" the blossom exclaimed, "Aw, whatever. Damn frog..." she grumbled, "First it ruined my meal and now it's dining out on another as well."
Rather disappointed by how her day turned out so far, an ending idea seemed the only correct on retracing her steps back to the hospital so she could finish her working shift.
Before the kunoichi left, she glared at the amphibian. "Don't you dare try following me."
Off on her way she went.
But little did Sakura know, her little new friend Mr. Frog didn't stay still at all.
Leaping over each blade of grass, he trails behind like a new tail fastened on a monkey's rump.
Okay, here's the end of the chapter.
If anybody didn't get the reference for a numerical then here it is:
(1) Hint, hint. The usual "blah blah." speech gimmick that authors have their criminal turned kawaii animals roll with.
(2) Bwahahah! I bet you didn't expect that, huh? A frog! If you can guess who that is then bravo.
Sit tight for continuation of, "An Impatient Hot Blooded Den Mother!"
P.S Reviews are nice. Reaaaal nice.