Disclaimer! I own nothing but my chocolate pudding.
The terror within Sakura rages on! (mwaha).
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"Don't you joke with me!" screamed Sakura in a ridiculously high voice, her pink hair whipping her face as she chased a shaken Naruto around the room.
"Get a grip woman! You're acting like I just committed a heinous crime!" wailed Naruto, wishing that he had kept his stamina in check.
These girls! No wonder Kakashi told us to keep working on our stamina in case of a crisis. This must be the crisis he was referring to.
Naruto sighed (if you could count that as a sigh… he basically had no breath left in him) as he ran another lap around the room. He prepared mentally for another lap when he noticed Sakura had stopped chasing. He turned around—somewhat relieved he had a chance to catch his breath—when a black heel hit him square in the face.
Sakura slipped off her other black heel with the swiftness of an assassin (pun not intended) and wielded it dangerously in her right hand.
"How could you?"
"Whaaa?—"
"How could you?"
Naruto decided it was better to act dumb; besides, this was a chance to see if he had lost his touch in his puppy-dog-eye-forgiveness method.
"What did I do?" he asked, widening his eyes beyond their usual boundaries.
"What did you do?" screeched Sakura, incredulous that the sick blond ass could still keep up his act of innocence (which was currently failing) when she was at perilous levels of fury.
"Why you…stop widening your eyes like that," she hollered, prodding the end of her black heels into his face, "I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you look no where near cute."
Naruto's eyes widened (again), though this time, it was probably out of shock.
"In fact you look like an alien!" Sakura continued yelling, "You look like the power-puff girls gone wrong!"
Naruto's eyes (attempted to) widen, but unfortunately, he had already reached the maximum diameter of which a human eye could obtain.
Sakura jabbed her heel deeper into Naruto's cheek. She was beginning to enjoy this torture session; after all, it helped her to relieve stress.
Naruto was rather offended that there was a heel digging into his cheek. In fact, he was worrying if it would give him a pimple. Pimples were not very desirable for people of his age. He was considering asking Sakura to withdraw her heel when she let lose a cackle of maniacal laughter. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a good idea after all.
"What did I do wrong?" asked Naruto (Though with the current circumstances, it sounded more of "Hat hid hi shoe strong?")
"That's not polite," replied Sakura, prodding his black shoe heel harder into his cheek.
Naruto wondered if he was going to drop a tooth because of it.
"May you please enlighten me on what I have done to incur your wrath, oh honourable one?" asked Naruto meekly. (As meek as one being prodded in the face by some shiny black heel can be.)
"I asked you if I looked fat in this dress!" she screeched, "AND YOU SAID NO!"
"Why aren't you happy about it, I mean, I said you didn't look fat!"
"A-HA, but you actually think I do look fat—which means you're lying!"
"Ok fine, I withdraw my answer. You look fat in the dress."
At this point in time, Sakura dropped her heel and collapsed onto the floor.
"Whaaa—I look fat in this dress. Oh woe is me! Naruto, how could you?"
"But if I say no, you'll prod your heel into my cheek."
"But you said I'm fwaaaaa—fat."
"Either way, I'm never going to leave this place intact, am I?"
"I'm fat!"
Naruto reluctantly picked up the nearby box of tissue.
I'm never going to answer that question again. I'll rather go on a vow of silence. Or pretend I developed Laryngitis.
"Naruto, am I fat?"
Inwardly, Naruto sighed. This was going to be a long day.