By Delena/Aneled Hupp
Rating PG (for the time being)
Genre Drama/Romance/Angst
Legalities Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, and all other shinobi mentioned in this fic are property of Kishimoto Masashi.
Mission Statistic Warnings Het and angst.
Mission Status Report Multi-chapter
End briefing-Begin Chapitre: Rarity of Seasons
It was one of those days, the kind that can only be experienced at the tail end of summer shifting to autumn, where the weather was neither cool nor hot but a pleasant balance in the middle. Though technically, Naruto and Sakura were no longer students under Hatake Kakashi's tutelage they still took his advice when he mentioned the day was perfect for training. Naruto- Jounin level though he was- still felt inclined to complain.
So there they were in the last days of summer, training. After half the day had passed Sakura was chagrined to find herself tiring while Naruto, ever full of energy, continued sparring with ease. Her defence slipped and in a split second, she found herself staring dizzily at the sky. If it were a complete necessity, she would have regained her stance as quickly as possible, but it wasn't necessary and years of being Naruto's team-mate had some influence on her sparring priorities- at least where gorgeous days were concerned.
"Sakura-chan, you okay?" Naruto loomed over her and offered his hand. An apprehensive looked passed over his face as he momentarily struggled between the idea of running in fear of the kunoichi's wrath or staying to help her stand. A wicked grin graced Sakura's face and before Naruto had time to react, she swept his legs from beneath him. He fell gracelessly over her, and would have landed on her had he not caught himself. Situations like this had occurred before; it had become a joking routine almost. Naruto cracked a somewhat perverted grin.
"Yes, I'm fine Naruto-kun, why do you ask?" she said in a peculiar tone and wrapped her arms around Naruto's neck seductively before she altered the routine; she pulled him into a quick kiss.
Maybe it wasn't quite the revenge she had wanted to exact, but look of shock on his face was good enough for the moment.
End ChapitrePost-Mission Briefing This is kind of an experimental writing style for me. The chapters should be able to stand alone as linked one-shots; they are also ungodly short. This is my response to an overabundance of SasuSaku. Long live NaruSaku.
