Sandal Story
Naruto desperately tugged at the straps, trying his hardest to squeeze his foot into the sandal.
It was team seven's day off, so the blond decided to shift his energy from training to something more important. Something like replacing his shoes.
They were disgusting. They were putrid. They were Naruto's sandals.
How do you suppose to keep hidden, with that foul stench of yours? Sasuke had asked. Which was true, of course. It was certainly hard to hide, with a trail of green snaking across the field, kept attached to his foot.
No, that simply won't do, Naruto thought, as he sauntered into the nearest shoe shop. Which, sadly, brought up his second problem.
How do you deal with a retarded shoe?
Try as he might, Naruto could not fit his foot into the blasted sandal.
Naturally, the boy forgot to ask for a receipt and so could not return or exchange the gear. So, he did the only thing he could do.
He improvised.
Yes, our protagonist was currently scanning the streets of Konoha in search of a white haired pervert.
"You want me, the legendary Jiraiya, Master of all perverts and one of the great Sanins to put your foot into your sandal?"
"Yup, Ero-sennin! That's the plan!"
"The indignity!"
The self proclaimed pervert, after tugging at the sides for nearly an hour, came to a brilliant conclusion.
"Your shoe is rigged. Go buy a new one."
"WHAT!?"
And the Toad Sanin left.
Now, the blond wanted to be Hokage, and not wearing sandals would definitely slim his chances. Like, come on! It's the style baby!
"Naruto, what are you doing?"
He glances up and sees no one other than Sakura. A huge grin lights up his features.
"Ah! Sakura can you help me with something?" A pink brow arched.
"Depends what it is."
"It's this." He points to his foot. Sakura crouches down and stares at him.
"There's nothing wrong with your leg." Naruto groans.
"Look a lil' bit closer. Do you see it?"
"Nope."
"Ahh…" He brings his hands to his face, gripping locks of sunshine. He looks pleadingly at her.
"Um, is something wrong with your leg?" He sighs.
"No, not my leg. It's this god damn shoe!" She blinks.
"What about it?" The blond gasps in exasperation.
"It's rigged, bugged! It won't fit! And I don't have a receipt to return it!" Sakura studies the sandal for a second, and then laughs.
"W-what's so funny?"
"Heh, idiot. It's on the wrong foot. That's for you right leg, not your left." His eyes widen.
"B-but I – "
"It's ok. Why don't we just go eat something together? Seeing you all worked up has got me kinda hungry." He flushes red. Sakura stifles her laughter while walking ahead, pink strands fluttering in the wind.
The blond immediately recovers from his shock and paces after her.
"But Naruto…" She turns to look at him.
He met her with a goofy grin.
"You're paying…(:"
-
Yes, that was a SMILEY FACE. I couldn't help myself.