Author's Note

This is just a one-shot I came up with while I was bored. This will not become a sequel, you hear me? NO SEQUEL! This is inspired by a person's plight to get some peace after being dragged to hell and back. The characters are from the Naruto Shippuden (may be spelt incorrectly) series. The characters could be slightly OOC, except Sakura, who has an excuse (sleep depravation). Anyone complaining about the lack of disclaimer needs to grow some common sense; if you need a disclaimer to tell you I don't own Naruto, you need serious help. Please enjoy and review. Concrit is welcome while flame will be ignored.

Meditation/Melee Therapy

Sakura dragged her seemingly disproportionately heavy bag up the concrete path through her jungle of a front garden. If she'd had enough energy to, she probably would have felt guilty about its neglect, but right know, all she had space for in her head was three words: food…bath…peace.

Sasuke had dragged her mercilessly around the emo convention for hours. Usually, she'd have been head-over-heels for some alone time with Sasuke, but after Naruto's midnight band-session with Kiba working the overdrive pedal like a pump, she could think of better things to do (i.e. sleep). Sasuke blabbered on beside her as she, with visible difficulty, hoisted the damned bag onto the veranda.

"…and I got one of those subscriptions to 'The Emo's Guide'. They tell you how to do everything; how to extend an aura of misery, how to avoid society and how to fob obviously crushing girls off…"

Sakura groaned. Why me? What did I do to deserve this! He just won't leave me in peace, she though, on the brink of tears. Am I cursed?

"…and I got that black hair dye, my hair's already black so this'll make it even more black and the piercing guy said he'd give me a discount if I came to see him soon and we have to go back tomorrow…"

Yep….definitely cursed.

"….and that weirdo with the wig claimed he was emo but I could tell he was a blond with a wig and he laughs! What self-respecting emo laughs in public?! He was fake as the wig he was wearing and that's really fake…"

Sakura soldiered on, trying to block everything out. Just one step closer to the door, and another, one more. Then Sasuke would have to leave her alone and go home.

"…people think that black's the only colour emos can wear but there's this new scarlet red colour that they've certified as emo-friendly, I think I have one. Do I have one? Oh my god I forgot to get one! I have to go back!"

And Sakura reached breaking point.

"I AM NOT GOING BACK THERE! I AM GOING INSIDE AND YOU ARE LEAVING AND IF I DON'T SLEEP UNTIL THE NEW MILLENIUM, SOMEONE'S GONNA PAY!!!!" she yelled, the sonic force of her voice sending Sasuke flying back into the feral shrubs; his bags followed shortly after. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need my beauty sleep," she said in her sweet/homicidal voice, unlocking the door, entering and slamming it behind her. Sasuke just lay there in the scrubs, shocked. Since when did Sakura turn murderous on him like that?

Sakura tossed her disproportionately heavy mini-bag onto the lounge as she passed, jumping as it missed the lounge and hit the floor, breaking through it like a bullet through rice-paper. She looked at the hole in the floorboards, looking perturbed, and then continued her quest for some peace and quiet. She ran a bath, dumping in anything remotely fragrant, and sunk beneath the warm sheets of the water. She lay there, feeling the serenity she'd been longing for the whole day pry the sharp hands of stress from her muscles. She sank a little further into the water and felt sleep not far off. She was about to doze off when the explosively loud sound of the front door being flung open sent the long-awaited feeling of serenity to the emergency ward.

"Sakura! I'm home!" hollered Naruto. Sakura's long-lost serenity died in agony in the emergency ward. Sakura groaned with frustration, pre-emptively mourning the loss of her only chance of peace. "And I brought Kiba! We're gonna have another jam-session tonight," he yelled again. Now her serenity was being cremated. His footsteps thundered closer. Sakura tried to hide beneath the bubbles of her bath. Then both boys walked in and stopped, staring at her. Sakura looked up and screamed with hurricane level force. Her verbal volley was accompanied by volleys of anything within reach. Her conditioner hit Kiba in the face with lethal force and sent him spiralling through the air, into the wall opposite the bathroom door. Naruto snapped out of his initial shock and became blabbering apologies and excuses.

"I didn't mean it I swear! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were…" Sakura's hair-dyer flew into Naruto, sending him tumbling across the carpet, right on top of Kiba. Sakura snatched a towel off the rack near the bath and wrapped it around her.

"Naruto you bastard…" she screeched. Then she saw that both boys were blushing profusely. "You planned this! Oh you sick, perverted, horrible…!' Her verbal array was punctuated by one of Sakura's Earth-shattering punches.

"…filthy, sick, annoying…!" her uppercut landed perfectly on Kiba's chin, sending him rocketing into the plaster in the roof. "…foul, repulsive, sneaky, dirty…!" A roundhouse punch sent Naruto flying through the front window. He landed, skidding, face-first into the garden, sliding 9 metres until coming to a stop just in front of a pile of rose-clippings. He breathed a sigh of relief. Sakura flew through the broken window and was about to give him a "Descending Elbow" when the she noticed that she had left the house, dressed in a fluffy, pink towel and the neighbours were all looking at her. She ran back inside, into her bedroom and flung on the nearest set of clothes. She then took a deep breath, preserving her anger for later. She walked out into the living-room and sat down, hoping some meditation would revive the cremated peace of the house.

Five Minutes Later…

Sakura felt the tension fall from her limbs. She was at peace at last. Nothing in the world could…

REEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEENNAAAAAAAAAA

Sakura's eyes shot open, her teeth clenched together in a grimace. She got up slowly with predatory grace and walked with contradictory calm to the garage door and ripped it off its hinges and stormed in. Both boys were standing near mountainous amps, their electric guitars held skilfully in their hands as they shook the neighbourhood with the screeching.

REEEEEENEEEEENEEEEEEENEEEREEEEEEEESnap

Sakura walked out, looking satisfied and calm. Kiba, however, was lying on the ground, unconscious, his guitar lying broken in half over his head. Naruto was struggling against the guitar strings which now lay, like a cocoon up to his nose. Sakura went back to meditating, finally reunited with her long-lost peace and quiet.