When The Sky Falls
Chapter 1: Return to the Windy City
Disclaimer: I dont own Naruto, or the AAR song "Change Your Mind' that this was inspired from.
A/N: The French in here is more-then-likely incorrect, since I got it from a translator. What it basically means in English is in the ( ). & this is an the "replaced" version of the the chapter. The only difference is I spaced this one out more.
Reviews Appreciated!
I tried staying serious; hope it worked;
Beep. Beep. Beep. Sakura's attention was drawn off of the TV screen less then two feet away from her, and onto the little blue non-flip phone to the left of her knee. "Kakashi" was the name that was blinking on the screen. As soon as she saw the name, she immediately scooped up the phone from her lush pink carpet, pressing the Talk button automatically.
"Kakashi?" she asked into the phone, without wasting a breath.
"Yes, yes. Good afternoon" he answered, a cheerful tone on his voice. She took that as the incentive that he wasn't dead.
"Oh thank god" she sighed, relieved. "How was the flight?" she then asked, letting her previous worries vanish.
"The food was good, the ride smooth" he answered nonchalantly.
"Good. So, will when you get home?" she asked, getting up from her pretzel-styled position, and smoothing out her white knee-length skirt.
"Well, I have to take Sasuke to Obito's and I'm not sure how long that will be. You're welcome to stop by though" he suggested.
"Oh, no" Sakura immediately rejected the proposal. "I mean, it's all the way in town, and I don't have a ride. Besides, I've got some… other stuff… to do" she added quickly, trying to make it seem liable. Kakashi knew her too well, and his knowing chuckle reminded her of that. But, he said nothing, and went along with it.
"Okay. Well, I'll see you tonight. Goodbye" he said jovially, and hung up before she had a chance to respond; that was Kakashi for you. She had known him since she was a little second grader, almost ten years ago. He had been her second grade teacher, and she (and two others, Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki) also ended up with him for third grade, then fifth grade, and all of middle school. Even before eighth grade (their last year together), he had been more like family, then a teacher. School wasn't the only way they had known him though. Kakashi's best friend, Obito, was Sasuke's uncle. And Obito was engaged to Rin, a childhood friend of both Obito and Kakashi. Since Sasuke and Naruto were best friends, Naruto knew Obito and Rin well. And, since Naruto and Sakura were good friends also, she knew them also. In fact, she knew Obito and Rin better then she knew Sasuke. But no one really knew Sasuke.
"SAKURA! KAKASHI JUST CALLED!" she heard Tsunade, her foster mother, yell upstairs.
A smug smile crept onto her lips, and she called back, feigning unawareness,"So they're home and safe?"
She knew Tsunade had scoffed, as she called back "If you can call Chicago safe!"
Sakura smiled easily, knowing Tsunade was just paranoid. Chicago was a great city to live in; not like they actually lived in the city-city part. Instead, they resided about twenty minutes out, in a little apartment with actual green grass around it. It was basically the last point of Chicago before it turned to a different town, a suburb.
Letting her aimless thoughts wonder, she picked up the bowl of popcorn, her phone, and the small white pillow that had been on the floor where she had been sitting. She threw it all onto the bed, not necessarily caring about the kernels that she'd have to clean up later. Then she turned on the stereo, and blasted the techno music that she had grown to adore. After that, she snatched her book and went to the other side of the room to sit in the window seat and read peacefully. She was going to need as much relaxation time as she could get. After all, tonight was going to be a nightmare come true.
"So, are you excited to be back?" Kakashi asked the teenager, his smile hidden by the black bandana that stretched like an upside down V, covering his nose, mouth, and a chin. His eyes were shining though, like they usually did while he laughed or smiled. The teen didn't turn from his gaze out the window of the car, as he answered.
"Should I be?" was the question back; rarely did he answer straight out.
"Perhaps. You haven't seen this place in five years" Kakashi answered reasonably.
To his mistake, he left no momentum in the question, and without that, Sasuke felt no need to say anything. He sighed, and continued the sure-to-be-failure conversation.
"You haven't seen Obito for about a year now, correct? And, haven't met Rin?" he prompted.
Sasuke replied "Correct", his eyes scanning the sights of the Windy City.
"When was the last time you saw Naruto?" he asked, pressing on.
"Four years ago" was the brisk reply.
"And Sakura?" he asked. Sasuke looked confused, and turned towards Kakashi.
"Who?"
Kakashi was partly speechless. But, under the intimidated blank stare of the Uchiha, he recovered.
"Sakura. Your old classmate?" Sasuke glared at Kakashi.
"I know that one, but who's the one you're talking about now?" Kakashi was definitely confused.
"I am talking about that one". Sasuke's glare weakened, and he shrugged.
"What's the significance of when I last saw her?" was the question he asked; the one he would of asked if he had known from the beginning which Sakura it was.
"…she's a good friend, is she not?" Kakashi replied carefully.
"She was annoying and clingy; it wasn't under my preference that she hung around Naruto and I" Kakashi ignored this, and smiled again.
"So you missed Naruto?" he asked, his voice teasing. Sasuke looked over to him again, his eyes narrowed.
"It would be a damage to my pride if I answered that" was his terse reply. Kakashi chuckled, and then patted the boy's shoulder affectionately.
"It's good to see you're finally home, Sasuke. We all missed you" he said, meaning every word.
Sasuke didn't say anything; there hadn't been momentum to answer off of.
"OBITO UCHIHA!!!" a woman yelled threateningly.
A small squeal from the other side of the wall separating the kitchen and living room, was the only response. A woman with shoulder-length exotic burgundy colored hair came out of the kitchen, holding a pan; armed and ready to kill. A man, with short, thick black hair saw his fiancé- and the huge metal pan- and he quickly sprinted towards the hallway. She chased after him, holding the pan up high. The man, this Obito, darted into a room, and quickly went to shut the door behind him. His fiancé was right behind him though, and she stuck her foot between the door and its closing point.
With a quick shove, she flung the door open, and barged into the room. The man quickly retreated, his eyes on her carefully. The fear left his eyes after a few seconds, and he smiled crookedly. "Rin…" he said easily. She looked at him, still angry, her eyes narrowed. She took a few steps closer to him, and he moved back step-for-step.
Just as the back of his legs reached against the queen sized bed, he lunged at Rin, quickly removing the pan from her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist. With one swift movement, he turned her around, and pushed both of them onto the bed. Straddling over the now breathless Rin, he smiled beautifully.
"Damn it, Obito" she mumbled, relaxing from her tense position.
His eyes twinkled, as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Did I do something to annoy you?" he asked innocently, in-between another light kiss. She groaned, and turned her head away.
"I seriously could've gotten killed!" she exclaimed dramatically, purposely avoiding his eye-contact.
He laughed heartily, "Oh please, Rin. Would I really let anything happen to you?" he asked, knowing full-well that he wouldn't. She sighed, and slowly tilted her head back towards him.
"No more aluminum foil in the microwave" she warned. He nodded reluctantly.
"No more fooling around two weeks before our wedding" she warned again.
His lips twitched, wanting to smile, but knowing he'd get hit if he did. She didn't want the serious atmosphere ruined.
"And no more stupid, silly, crazy, out-of-control activities while your nephew is here" she warned lastly. He frowned then, seriously.
"Oh, but Rin…the kid needs some lightning up. He's been living with Itachi for the past five years; do you really think he needs more serious?"
Rin took a moment to think about it, before sighing in defeat. "You're right" she admitted.
He smiled goofily, and leaned down again to kiss the tip of her nose. "You hardly ever kiss me on the lips" she pointed out, a small smile gracing her features.
He simply said, "I don't think I'd be able to pull away if I did" and then winked, before climbing off her and the bed.
She took the hand he offered, and got up herself. She brushed the invisible dust off her black V-neck blouse, and black above-the-knee skirt. After that, she looked at Obito, her eyes flashing with danger.
"Get that pan, and put it back in the kitchen. THEN clean up the mess, and take care of the microwave" she commanded, and then walked out of the room, clinking in her black two-inch heels.
Obito didn't grab the pan just yet, but instead watched his fiancé walk down the hallway. He knew that right now she was smiling; she could never get angry with him. She just had to pretend. He laughed lightly as he grabbed the pan, and started heading towards the kitchen to complete her wishes. Tonight was going to be eventful; he knew better then to stress her out too much.
Kakashi didn't bother to knock, but simply opened the door to Obito and Rin's apartment. Well, actually, it was Rin's, but Obito had basically moved in. He walked in as if he had been there more then a million times (which he had), and kicked off his shoes, placing the luggage down. Sasuke mimicked Kakashi, but the luggage he had only consisted of a black book bag that was his carry on.
Kakashi nodded to Sasuke slightly, directing his head towards what was the kitchen. He followed Kakashi, and saw a woman in all black come out, an apron tied around her waist. She smiled warmly, and embraced Kakashi into a hug.
"Obito said the plane ride was horrible. I'm sorry" she said sympathetically. Just then Obito walked out, a smirk on his face. Sasuke was slightly confused; the plane ride was actually very decent. Kakashi had even admitted that to everyone he had talked to on the phone.
Kakashi rolled his eyes, and reached across to smack Obito. The Uchiha ducked, chuckling as he did so. Rin caught on quickly; she was used to Obito's childish behavior.
"Ugh! Obito! They're plane ride was fine, wasn't it?" she exclaimed, not making it much of a question. Her fiancé grinned, and then brought Kakashi in for a quick bear hug.
"Good to see you, ol' buddy! Brought my nephew home, nice and safe, I hope?" he inquired, and then tilted his torso horizontally (keeping his feet planted), getting a glance behind the silver-haired man.
"Wow! Sasuke! Look at you!" he exclaimed, clearly surprised.
Sasuke stared at him blankly. Obito's smile grew wider, as he strolled over and crushed the boy with a hug. Rin stood a few feet away, evaluating Sasuke. He was seventeen years young, but had the same look Itachi gave off, the one that showed years of maturity beyond age. He looked Uchiha enough; black hair (that was spiked up randomly, not even gelled, intense onyx eyes, and pale, flawless skin. He was tall, probably six foot, and lean with the perfect amount of toned muscle. He was wearing a fairly nice black button up collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and cuffed at the elbow. His denim jeans were new and clean, and the thought of them made Rin laugh inside. Naruto always had grass stains on his, dirt caked on the bottoms, and frayed at the ends. Even Sakura's were ripped, at the knee, the bottom, sometimes her thigh—depending on which pair she chose to wear.
Obito stepped away from his nephew, who had yet to even say a word.
"Uncle Obito" he said curtly, nodding respectively. Obito was oblivious to the tension in the room, as he waved towards Rin.
"Sasuke, this is my fiancé Rin. Rin, this is Sasuke" he introduced, a happy smile on his face. Rin smiled politely, and offered her hand. Sasuke took it, and they shook it formally.
"It's good to meet you, Sasuke" she said professionally. It wasn't like Rin had no personality; it was just that she knew not to act like she knew him, before she actually did.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, but quickly put his expression on blank.
"Likewise" he (surprisingly) responded. Rin nodded appreciatively, and took a step back. From a few feet behind Sasuke, Kakashi mentally awarded Rin. She had already gained Sasuke's respect. She handled the situation perfectly, choosing her words wisely. She didn't gush over him, mention how similar he looked to Itachi, and didn't throw in the "finally" when she mentioned she was glad to meet him. She acted politely, but not over-warmly. She was smart, but it didn't surprise him. She knew the Uchiha's very well, and had plenty experience around Kakashi also; even he adopted some of the Uchiha traits.
"So, what do you think of your home!?" Obito asked, glancing around the apartment.
Sasuke took a moment to study it. It was themed around the color gray, with hints of black and darker grays. The decorations were designer and high-class, simple and fancy at the same time. There was no color, but it gave off a homey-feel anyhow. All in all, it looked more like a bachelor's pad, then a late 20 year old woman's apartment.
"It looks nice" was his brief reply, not rude, but not warm either. Obito smiled anyhow.
"Of course it does! Well, what time is it now Kakashi?" Obito asked, looking over to his best friend.
"Promptly four o' clock" he answered immediately. Rin rolled her eyes, and looked down at her watch as she said "Kakashi, you didn't even look" She checked the time, and looked back at up a shrugging Kakashi.
"C'est cinq de l'après-midi (It's five o'clock in the afternoon)" she said pointedly.
Kakashi rolled his eyes. "You're speaking French again" Obito pointed out.
Rin looked over to him, and smiled nervously. "Sorry" she mumbled.
Sasuke blinked, and asked "Etes-vous de la France? (Are you from France?)" Rin was taken by surprise, but smiled lightly.
She spoke back, "Non. J'étais né dans le Québec (No, I was born in Quebec, Canada)" Sasuke nodded, and asked "Quand avez-vous transféré aux Etats-Unis d'Amérique? (When did you move to America?)"
"Quand j'étais dix. Comment avez-vous appris le français? (When I was ten. How did you learn French?)" she wondered.
"Itachi" he replied briskly. Obito sighed, with plenty exaggeration.
"FINALLY! An English word!" he exclaimed.
"Actually, Itachi is a Japanese name" Kakashi pointed out. He received the Uchiha glare in return; and when Obito glared, it was quite intense.
Rin stifled a laugh, as she turned to Sasuke. "Avez-vous des objections speaknig français? (Do you mind speaking French?)" she asked.
He shook his head slightly, "Non". She smiled genially, and said "Je regarde foward aux plus amples conversations, Sasuke (I look foward to future conversations with you, Sasuke)".
He nodded in agreement.
With that, she looked over to Obito and Kakashi.
"I think I'll head over to Tsunade's now" she told them.
"Already?" Kakashi questioned. "Yeah. I'm going to have to get ready there, since I plan on snatching a dress that Sakura just bought" she replied, smiling.
Obito nodded, and walked over to her. He kissed her on the cheek lightly, and told her "We'll do some male bonding time! Get Naruto and Jirayia over! You go have fun with the girls" After that, he leaned over and grabbed the car keys.
"We'll see you in an hour" he told her, putting them into her hand. She nodded, and waved offhandedly to Kakashi and Sasuke.
"Vous voir bientôt (See you soon)" she called out absentmindedly, leaving for the door.
She had just about reached it, when Obito called out; "Uh, Rin?" She turned towards him, waiting for him to say more.
"The apron?" he prompted. She immediately looked down, and noticed that she had left the bright-red apron on.
She smiled stupidly, and responded "Ah, oh well. It's Tsunade's anyway" Then she left. Kakashi and Obito shrugged, used to her weird behavior. Sasuke just skeptically overviewed Rin's personality; and eventually, approved.
"Well, let's call up Naruto, shall we!?" Obito suggested enthusiastically.
Sasuke looked over to his uncle, and said "I'd rather unpack and rest some, if you don't mind" Obito looked a little upset, but recovered quickly.
"Of course. I'm sure it was a long flight. Let's just get your stuff in your room" he said quickly, and he and Kakashi grabbed the luggage.
Obito introduced Sasuke to his new room; decorated in all dull grays, to his (un)surprise. He pointed out the drawers for his clothes, the closet, and a trunk-like thing to keep valuables in. After that, Kakashi and he left, closing the door behind them.
Kakashi took a seat in the living room, while Obito fetched two beers. Returning with the Japanese styled alcohol, he took a seat across from Kakashi and threw one of the beers over. Kakashi caught it easily, and twisted the cap off. Obito did the same, and they both took a nice swig.
"Still want to call Naruto over?" Kakashi asked Obito, who had a slightly troubled expression on his face.
"I don't think so…" he answered slowly.
"Something troubling you, Obito?" Kakashi asked, knowing full-well there was. He sighed, and didn't bother trying to hide it from his best friend.
"He doesn't look excited at all" Obito said simply.
Kakashi blinked; "He's a Uchiha. Just because you're an oddball of the bunch, doesn't mean the rest of you're family is"
Obito smiled lightly, rolling his eyes in agreement.
"I know, but even about Naruto and Sakura. Isn't he at least curious?" Obito pointed out. Kakashi hummed thoughtfully, before answering.
"He partially admitted to missing Naruto. I'm sure he's just nervous about tonight. He's a loner; he needs time alone to prepare. He's not one to go for attention, just like Itachi and his father. Tonight's going to be stressful for him"
Obito thought it through, and knew he was right.
"I just wish he didn't have such a hard childhood. If he had grown up normally…. If I had been there when he was younger. If he hadn't left five years ago…" Obito regretted almost everything, but Kakashi cut him off.
"Leaving Chicago was purely his choice. He was younger, less mature. It was a decision he made when he was too young to understand what was going on with his life. He's grown up now, and he's back. It'll be different this time. He'll get used to us, and the place. Hell, he's already approved of Rin"
Thinking it over, Obito found only one flaw in Kakashi's reasonable proposition. He didn't hesitate to bring it up.
"And what if he's grown up too much?"
Kakashi's expression was clearly shown through his eyes, now downcast and thoughtful. "I don't know Obito; I really don't" he finally answered, more of a whisper.
Obito only took another swig of his beer, trying to erase the unpleasant thoughts for now.
After hearing the end of the conversation, Sasuke slowly walked back to his room. He had walked out to ask a question about where the bathroom was, and had heard them talking about himself. He had listened in, pressed against the hallway's wall. But as it had reared to the end, he went back to his room, replaying their conversation over and over again in his head.
After a few moments though, he shut his thoughts down. He threw the rest of the luggage onto the floor, took his iPod from the book bag, and plopped down on the bed. He placed the music on shuffle, and immediately went into a thoughtless powernap, with the death metal pounding through his ears. 'Cause the sad truth was, hearing another person screaming in more pain then you were in, was one of the only ways to find comfort. Sasuke didn't spend any time dwelling on the selfishness.
"Darlings, I'm home!" Rin yelled loudly, opening the door and stepping into Tsunade and Sakura's house.
Immediately, she felt engulfed in the comfy atmosphere she loved to be surrounded by. The house was two stories, and fairly old. But Tsunade had just gotten it fixed up, so the look was more enchanting now. Her decorations were colorful and simple, lighting up the house warmly. As usual, Sakura's techno music could be heard from all the way downstairs, and it accented onto the non-city feel that Rin enjoyed. She loved her apartment and her dull colors, but coming here was like seeing family; Tsunade was like a mother, and Sakura like a sister.
Tsunade had always been rich; her powerful entrepreneurship skills had gotten her far in life. Her lingerie corporation was quickly outdoing Victoria's Secrets. Chicago was where the main headquarters was, so Tsunade had to reside nearby. But she had hated the city, and also wanted a regular life amidst her passionate business work. Therefore, she found a house on the outskirts of the city, and adopted Sakura when she was the pink-haired girl was three.
Rin made her way past the living room and staircase, and into the dining room area. Tsunade sat there, talking on the phone with someone.
"No, Jirayia. Look, NO...Do not make me repeat myself. JIRAYIA! NO!" Apparently, the man was being stubbornly annoying. Rin smiled amiably, before retreating back and heading up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she made the sharp left since it was a dead end, and followed the U-turn that led her down a hallway. The third door was where the loud music was blasting from. Rin grinned as she walked down the hallway, and then knocked on the door loudly.
"Come in" came a distracted yell.
Rin opened the door, and walked into the room. It was a colorful room, creative and cute. The carpet was thick and hot pink, with books and clothes scattered around it. The bed was a simple double, with only two mattresses on the floor instead of a headboard. The comforter was a bright green with pink, purple, light blue and yellow swirls. The walls were the colors of the comforter, except for pink and green. The white trim made it tidy and neat. The walls were covered in posters, in great variety. One part of the wall had about five mini-posters of different medical science's (which she was majoring in for high school, and planning on continuing it for college in two years), and a large corkboard that had tons of essays, worksheets, and other important diagrams pinned to it. On the other wall, there was famous Japanese techno star poster, a picture of some celebrity (Jacoby Shaddixx, if she remembered correctly), and a pin-up of a valley she had drawn with water colors. All in all, the room simply screamed Sakura.
"You can turn the music down" Sakura yelled gently.
Rin nodded, and walked over to the bureau. From there, she carefully dialed down the music.
"What are you reading?" Rin asked, joining Sakura at the window seat. "Ah, Eclipse. The newest of Stephanie Meyer's series" Sakura answered.
Rin nodded, "May I borrow when you're done?" she asked; Twilight and New Moon were simply fantastic books.
"I actually just finished. I started around two, so…" Sakura explained, handing over the thick novel. Rin sighed, laughing lightly.
"You always read too fast, Sakura. I'm sure you have a headache right now?" she prompted.
Sakura smiled sheepishly, as she got up from her seat. She readjusted the dark green top she wore, and stretched dramatically.
"Perhaps" she answered, laughing a little.
"Alright. Go take some medicine, and I'll go call to check our reservations. When I get back up, we're doing some closet raiding" Rin told her boldly, and then dismissed to go back downstairs. Sakura forced out a small smile, and watched as Rin left her room. After that, she went to her desk and grabbed a few pills that were in a designated area. She took a gulp of water from her Dasani, and sighed dramatically. Of course, the first time she was going to see her childhood crush (who was sure to have a bad impression on her) was going to be when they went to one of the most expensive restaurants in Chicago. Sarcastic excitement was vibrating off of her bones.
"Come on Pervy Man! Let's go!" a young blonde male yelled, excitement and anxiety dripping off every word.
"Stop calling me that, Naruto!" a man with long, thick silver hair called out, burning fury in his eyes.
Naruto rolled his eyes, "Jirayia just doesn't roll of the tongue! Now let's go. We're already late!" he whined, practically at the point of dragging Jirayia out of the car himself.
"All right, all right" Jirayia finally gave in, and got out of the driver's seat lazily.
He was wearing a fancy red man's button up collared shirt, with dark gray pants to go along. His long hair was thrown back into a half pony tail, but of course jutted out in random spikes. Naruto was in a bright orange shirt, same as Jirayia's, with sharp black pants. He was excited beyond belief, and the huge smile on his face clearly showed so.
Now that Jirayia was ready (to Naruto's relief), the two headed up to the porch of Tsunade's house. Even before they reached the door, Sakura bursted out of the house. She quickly ran up and hugged her best friend.
"Oh my gosh! It's been so long! AH!" she squealed, crushing his back. Naruto wasn't one to mind, as he was squeezing just as hard.
Jirayia laughed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on young ones, it's only been a month" he chided jokingly. Sakura death glared him, but then laughed.
"Jirayia, just go say hi to Tsunade. I know you missed her" she said teasingly. He looked at her skeptically, but then went inside.
Sakura turned back towards Naruto, smiling. Naruto took a second to look her over; a basic, modest light pink dress, but she sparkled in it anyhow.
"You look beautiful, Sakura" he told her, his grin unwavering.
Sakura laughed good-heartily, and replied "Thanks. And look at you. I don't think I've seen you dressed up this nice since the Sophomore Dance"
He chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"So how was New York?" she asked him, curiously.
He and Jirayia (his adopted father) had gone to the city, and Naruto was invited (and excused from school) to attend a motivational speaking, political science, and leadership seminar that lasted three weeks. Jirayia naturally went with him, since he could work at the company location in New York (he was in partnership with Tsunade, actually). Naruto got back yesterday, after the week of sight seeing he was permitted to have.
"It was great! The city's amazing. Nothing like here though" he replied, looking around happily.
"And the seminar?" she asked, as the two walked onto the porch, and took a seat on the rocking chairs, herself still barefoot.
"I'm one step closer to becoming the Mayor" he answered nonchalantly. Sakura smiled approvingly. Naruto didn't like school very much, but he had one dream; to become the next Mayor of Chicago. If something had to do with completing that goal, he was one-hundred percent for it.
"So you had fun?" she said more then asked. He nodded enthusiastically, and brought up "Yes, and… I met a girl"
Sakura's jaw dropped. "WHO!?" she squealed, after overcoming her speechlessness.
He smiled widely, as he responded "Her name is Hinata" Sakura pulled her legs in, sitting on them sideways, as she looked at him questioningly; the name sounded so familiar.
"Hyruga" he said candidly. Her eyes grew wide. "THE Hinata Hyurga!?" Sakura breathed.
Naruto winked; "She's really cool. You have to meet her. She's actually coming to Chicago for the summer! I'm so excited" he informed her.
Sakura couldn't help but smile. Hinata Hyuuga was famous for her life's story. She was born into the rich Hyuga family, and was supposed to take over her dad's company. But she was too shy when she was little; not meant for that sort of job. So, she left home at the age of fifteen, and lived with her two year old cousin, Neji. In the end, she became a seventeen year old legend… as a super model. She didn't do bathing suits (or, ironically, lingerie), but instead Teen clothing, perfumes, commercials, etc. Surprisingly enough, Neji ended up being the one who started working with the company. He's expected to become a great entrepreneur in the Eye Vision Market.
"I'm happy for you, Naruto" she said, meaning every word.
He never got to make any type of response, as a black Ferrari pulled into the driveway next to Jirayia's Mercedes. Naruto immediately hopped up, an anxious look spread across his face. Sakura slowly untucked her legs, and got out of the chair. She joined Naruto's side, standing on his right hesitantly.
A/N: Review Please! & I'm not sure how exactly Obito and Sasuke are related. I went with Uncle, so yeah.
-helena