Title: Sexy no Jutsu: The Bet
Charter: 0 - Prologue
Autor: Me
Disclaimer: I don't own characters, manga, or anything that has something to do with Naruto. On the other hand, I own the story
Rating: T
Summary: Crack. Humor. Romance. Abuse of Sexy no Jutsu. A bet with dire consequences. EBP consequence of SnJ, brought about by the same friends.
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Sexy no Jutsu: The Bet
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0 - Prologue
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Sasuke, in-between getting miserably drunk on a daily basis, was obviously channeling some perverted version of Gai-sensei (Sakura couldn't decide whether it was Kakashi's or Orochimaru's fault) and raving about the perfect womb for Uchiha blood he found. After a psych evaluation by Tsunade it appeared that he came across his ideal 'female specimen for breeding' and fully intended to pursue his goal. Hokage was seen snickering later, especially at any mention of breasted blondes, which, in itself, was quite ironic.
Naruto barricaded himself in his apartment and refused to leave it, screeching something about 'curse of the women' whenever anyone tried to get him to go outside, or to let them inside. He even boarded his windows.
Lee was going through identity crisis and informed anyone that cared, not mentioning those that didn't give a rat's ass, that he wasn't gay and he did not find any man sexually attractive but had no objection whatsoever against alternate lifestyles because all love was a precious expression of youthful happiness and energy.
Neji, after his disappearance that lasted two days, turned up half catatonic, muttering sporadically 'breasts, damned breasts'.
Ino took to looking dreamily at Chouji. It was unsettling.
All things considered, Sakura, as the exemplary kunoichi, could not be seen getting drunk in a seedy bar. On the other hand, Sa-kun could. She decided not to dwell why this one woman sitting at the table in the corner looked disturbingly just like Genma.
Sakura was well into her second beer when she felt a hand, slowly moving upwards, on her thigh. Sai, smiling charmingly (or so he apparently thought), did something highly illegal with his popsicle.
"Fancy a shag, dear?"
Sakura groaned. Oh, peachy, the week was getting better and better. She was sure that somewhere someone was finding it all highly amusing and when she would find eventually that white-haired lazy ass of a shinobi, she would smash his face in. Repeatedly. With a broken bottle.