Sugar Sweet

Summary: "well isn't this just what I need?"... Sakura sarcastically complains about every silly little thing in that silly little town, but isn't that just fair? To a work-a-holic, electro-geek, city-girl like Sakura, it just is. "What the HELL is a fairy doing in my kitchen?!!"... "umm... pixie, actually".

Pairings: Sakura X many…

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, my motto: if Naruto were mine, there would be LIME!! xD yeah… I'm a pervert and I'm proud of it :)

Chapter One…

Clink clank clink clank… were the noises coming from Sakura's heels pacing around on the wooden floor.

Even after four hours of complete concentration, not a single idea dared to walk into Sakura's blank, empty mind.

She walked in accelerated circles inside her home-office. Modern, contemporary paintings hung from the gray walls, each a different tone of the monotonous color. The room didn't have much life, as you could see. It was quite plain, actually, but it was better this way, Sakura thought. That way she wouldn't have any distractions while working.

Yeah… she was a work-a-holic, two in the morning and she didn't stop. Her ass of a boss apparently just remembered that Sakura had the privilege of writing a special column for their writer of the month special section.'Calm down Sakura… you've still got plenty of time to come up with an idea… it's only two a.m., you've had worse, come on… you've got a whole -' " Three frickin hours?!!" Sakura panicked. Something she'd been trying to avoid throughout all the four freakishly long hours.

She stumbled to her desk where her laptop lied open during all the while Sakura kept thinking so hard 'I think I might've damaged some brain cells' Sakura sighed while rubbing her now not-so-large forehead. 'Come on, come on, come on… think, why is that so hard?' 'maybe 'cause you just hurt yourself trying so much. Seriously, next time, try not hitting your head against the wall? I don't think that helps' 'sure… thanks for your oh-so-wise-right-out-the-ass advice… wanna help? Just shut up' 'okay… that's fine for me, I, unlike other normal people, don't exactly enjoy arguing with a cranky, coffee-deprived, eighteen year old-going on forty, hysterical woman' 'fine!' Sakura slumped over her desk, both her arms wrapped tightly around her head.

You could no longer hear the clink-clank of her heels but rather the tap-tap of her foot against the floor. Suddenly Sakura jolted upward, her eyes wide open, giving her the appearance of a maniac on a killing spree "that's it! I got it, I got it, I got it!" she happily chanted over and over again as she finally came up with a good enough idea. She rolled over on her wheel-chair to where her laptop stood wide open and began typing like crazy. If anybody dared to waltz in on such a happy moment for Sakura, you'd be scared right out of your skin. The image was nerve-racking: there sat a zombie-like Sakura typing so hard you could see the blood dripping from the key pad. Okay… so that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it was certainly not that far from reality…

Next morning…

"Sakura! Honey! Where did you get yourself into now?!" Sakura's mom, Hannah Haruno [ a/n: so not from Hannah montanna. Well.. I think so hehe :p] shouted from downstairs. Among the calls Sakura had chosen to ignore while thinking hard last night, six of them were her mother calling to check if she was okay. After many calls and no answer, she finally decided to pay her beloved little daughter a visit, after all, what could go wrong? It's not like she'd have any other guests this early. "Sakura! If you don't hurry down here to greet your loving mother I'm gonna have to go look for you, and you know how much mommy hates playing hide and seek! You're too old for these kind of games!" she yelled the last part as she went up the stairs looking for her prized child. As Hannah climbed up the stairs, a little further behind Shiori Haruno came in tripping over invisible rocks as he carried all of his and his wife's luggage… which was quite heavy.

What Hannah found in Sakura's work office did not please her in the least. There, thrown over a bunch of stacked papers soaked in drool that were currently being used as a pillow, lied Sakura. An arm drooping to the side while she rested her head upon the other, the other one grazing the ground, her feet tangled in a seemingly painful position that didn't seem to affect her. But after all, that was Sakura, she never was like any other girl her age or older. She was different, in a good way. As Sakura's mom pondered on these thoughts while watching her little girl sleep with an endearing look in her eyes, it made her remember when Sakura was only a small and innocent girl… which she still was, at least in her mother's eyes. Let me tell you this Sakura is ANYTHING but innocent. Meanwhile Hannah was suffering, or rather enjoying, a serious case of numerous and recurrent flashback sessions, Sakura opened droopy eyes struggling to gain focus. When she finally accomplished it, the first thing she noticed was her ruined work, fruit of a stressing and sleepless night, GONE forever, regardless her arduous work, God just didn't seem so merciful right now.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" yelled an incredibly distressed Sakura, snapping Hannah out of her reverie "Sakura! You potty mouth! What have I told you about cussing? Your mother decides to pay you a rare visit and this is how you greet me?" Sakura ignored her mother, just now noticing her presence, occupying herself with the impossible task of blow-drying the papers "awwww! I spent a WHOLE night in these papers and they get wet with my own saliva? God, you must hate me don't you?!!" she yelled and exclaimed to the heavens uselessly awaiting an answer.

"OKAY SAKURA THIS IS IT!!" her mother yelled pulling Sakura by the ear as if she were no more than a five year old "you are so getting vacations, even if I have to stuff you into a bag and kick your ass all the way to Australia!" "ow ow ow ow ow" Sakura complained as if it were some kind of sacred mantra "this is through young lady! You are straining yourself too much and it's not good for your health!" her mother reprimanded as she let go of her abused ear "Mom! I'm not a little kid anymore! I can take care of myself, thank you!" Hannah only resorted to eyeing her daughter up and down.

She looked horrible, the drool falling from her mouth had dried and now took a sticky-blob appearance, her pink, usually silky smooth, hair was now dry looking and sticking out in every possible direction, her normally sparkling green emerald eyes were now dull and red with some veins noticeable, the side of her cheek that wasn't wet with drool had marks of the books and paper she had fallen asleep upon, and not to mention, her clothes were all wrinkled and also stained with her own saliva "yeah… I can see that" Hannah sarcastically replied, after all, Sakura had got that from her.

As she shook her head disapprovingly at her daughter's condition, an irritating beep sound coming from Sakura's bag on the couch interrupted. Sakura's eyes widened, it was her boss! She was supposed to call her as soon as the job was finished and she had a time limit until 12:30 a.m. and right now it was 1:45 p.m.! 'shit! Oh crap, oh crap! I'm so gonna get fired!!' she panicked, but before she could dash to get her cell phone, she noticed from the corner of her eyes the daring look her mother shot her 'oh darn it! This is not good!' and before she even noticed that her bag was no longer on the couch, but on her mother's now vicious hands, the phone was rudely turned off.

Sakura slowly turned her horrified stare to the hand, the arm, the neck, the eyes of the monstrous creature that had done such vile thing. "Sakura, dear, you're stressing yourself beyond the line. Let's call this action a… liberation of your annoying duties" as she said this, Sakura observed terrified as her mother stretched the hand with the cell phone to place it right above the trashcan.

As Sakura slowly realized what her mom was about to do, she thrashed herself forward in a desperate attempt at saving her beloved electronic friend, Hannah only put a hand on her head, knowing she was to weak to neither push to hard nor to be smart and just get up and snatch it from her hands.

Once Sakura heard the almost unnoticeable thump the object made once it hit the bottom of the trashcan, she was about to let out a blood curdling scream, but she was so weak only a mild screech escaped her lips 'dammit! I shouldn't have poured that utterly disgusting orange soda in there… I definitely prefer having to throw up five times a day if it means this not happening…' Sakura let a deep, impassive sigh run along her lips as she turned her head down in a sign of surrender.

But then a fierce fire glowed in her emerald and now irritated eyes 'I am getting you back my precious, no matter what it takes!' Sakura, once again, acquired that look of a maniac on a killing spree, and she launched herself upon the trashcan in front of her mother's disbelieving look. "Oh no you're not you spoiled child!!" Hannah caught Sakura in mid-jump with both her hands and slammed her into the ground, a hit worthy of the gold medal as the best wrestler worldwide! Well… maybe just nation-wide… okay! Neighborhood-wide. As she acquired a fierce look and stomped on her daughter's stomach causing her to cough a little, she made her decision clear "you are having some vacations, like it or not young girl!!"

following afternoon…

"but mooom! I like my job! It helps keep me grounded" Sakura whined to her mother like a little girl "oh yeah, that's right! Start acting like the irresponsible five year old you really are!" Sakura only pouted "do you have any idea what you've been doing to yourself? Sakura, you need to relax, take a break and have some fun!" Sakura frowned "but I don't want to! I want to do something with my life and not just lay around doing nothing the whole day!" just then her dad walked by "hun, sometimes doing nothing is doing something. If you get a while to relax and recharge, you'll not only feel refreshed, but you'll even do a better job!" he reassured as he dumped her luggage inside the trunk of her car. Sakura pouted once more and finally decided to give in to her mother's wishes with a sigh. "Fine, I'll follow your advice mom, but if anything, and I mean anything goes wrong, I'm blaming it on you guys!" she warned with a final nod. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, do whatever you please hun, just lay off the job for a while, it'll do you good!" his father advised her.

Sakura stuck her hand out the window and waved goodbye as she moved her car into the street "Good luck hun!" "Have fun!" her parents reminded her "sure dad, mom! Bye!" she bid them farewell and sped up, ready to leave.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"…I think I might"

"we've got the whole house to ourselves"… and she smirked.

Later that afternoon…

'So far, there is absolutely nothing interesting at all of this cramped up, stupid, ridiculously small town!' Sakura regretted coming to this place as she sat in front of the wheel, waiting for the stupid cow to magically decide to move it's very BIG ass off the road! "you need to relax, take a break and have some fun! Darn, mom and her stupid, incredibly annoying, cynical ways!" she complained for the millionth time in the half hour she's been waiting for the darn STUPID cow to move "moo!" the cow seemed to say, as if reading her mind "Oh COME ON! MOVE IT YOU STUPID ANIMAL!" Sakura yelled as she honked unstoppably, making the cow moo in surprise, but nothing more.

"Great, just GREAT! Now I'm STUCK here because of a STUPID cow in the middle of the STUPID road, all thanks to my STUPID mom!!" as she was finished with her tantrum she was thrown forward, hitting her head hard on the window, messing with even more brain cells. After she was done rubbing her forehead, she turned to see what caused her to jump involuntarily out of her seat. Let's just say that what she saw, wasn't so pretty "WHAT?!! GET OFF MY CAR YOU FREAKISHLY BIG BULL!! I JUST WAXED IT! OH!… GAH!!... it's no use!" she screamed at the animal, begging God that for ONE day, animals could understand her 'well… technically they can, since you're an animal yourself' at the sound of her inner Sakura jumped once more and hit her head on the car's roof again "owwwwwwww…. Dammit, I'm gonna end up brain dead if I keep it up like this" she hissed 'not that you aren't already' inner Sakura said, Sakura decided ignoring her was the best, she wasn't in the mood for arguing with herself right now.

Another hit took her off her seat and threw her onto her left side window 'aww man…' was all she could think as her cheek slid down the window, leaving a thick trail of saliva, stopping until her head hit the armrest.

"Okay… I'VE HAD IT!" she screeched outraged "I'm gonna show those quadruped freaks who's boss here!" 'umm… outer… I don't think getting -' Sakura, still ignoring her inner, slipped out of the car in an anger-driven moment '… off the car is a good idea… oh well! Too bad!' inner Sakura finished "HEY! You damn beast! get the fuck off my car!" just then the bull turned to her "awww dude! That's gonna leave a HUGE scratch!" she exclaimed, seeing as when the bull turned it's two BIG, GIANT, ENORMOUS horns towards her they scratched the car's paint.

And just then Sakura noticed she was wearing a RED sweater… and we all know how much bulls love that color.

"oh crap."

Was the simple conclusion Sakura got to as she jumped wildly into her car barely missing those GIGANTIC horns get right through her skin. "OH DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT! More bulls are coming, God I'm such an idiot!" she yelled, frantically searching her mind for something that could help her 'hate to say I told you so but -' 'OH SHUT UP!' 'I told you so' Sakura panicked like never before as she noticed the large amount of bulls gathering around her car.

And what's worse, they all, including the stupid cow, started pushing on her treasured car "OH DAMMIT! What do I do, what do I do, what do I do" she repeated 'I seem to be doing that a lot lately' and then something on her brain clicked and she did the first thing her brain told her to do: smash the pedal… hard.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"

Too bad she forgot it was on reverse ( she put it there on an attempt at passing by the cow without running it over ). "HOLY COW!" 'you know hahaha, that's a little ironic, you see, 'cause -' 'SHUT UP INNER, GIMME A BREAK HERE!' 'HAHAHA! Now THAT is ironic haha! You get it? Because -' "SHUT UP, IT'S A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION HERE!" 'no, you don't get it, I meant -' 'WHAT DON'T YOU GET OF SHUT UP!' 'JUST PUSH THE DARN BREAK!' and, surprisingly enough, Sakura actually did what her inner told her to do. The car did some wild turns, costing Sakura a couple of more bruises and bumps on places where there shouldn't be.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop and- PAM! "UGH! That's so going to leave a mark!" Sakura jumped in surprise as something hit her front window, followed by hundreds of other little bumps on it. Wanna know what it was? Bird shit.

"mom… I so hate you right now" Sakura hissed through tightly shut teeth.

Several hours later…

"finally!" Sakura yelled relieved "home, sweeet, delicious home!" she said as she fell on her knees to the ground inside the small, warm cabin in the small town she's been forcefully sent to 'what is this place's name, anyway? Gwinwell, Windell? Oh… whatever, I'm here!' she thought gratefully as she plopped herself down on the incredibly soft couch with her feet on top of the armrest. She sighed contently, burying her face in the mint scented cushions.

After putting all of her stuff in place and taking a brief nap, Sakura decided she desperately needed a bath. Once she took her underwear and clothes into the bathroom and turned the hot water on, she decided to take a little tour while the water warmed up.

Coming out of the bathroom and taking a turn down the left hall towards the stairs, she saw a small recipient on the floor "what the… what's this doing here?" she asked to herself as she picked up the curious little bottle into her hands. It had some kind of dust inside. She opened the bottle and inspected what was inside of it "sugar?, shouldn't it be in the kitchen?" she asked to no one in particular. It had been a while since she came out of the bathroom so she figured the water should be hot by now. She took the bottle with her, deciding she'd put it where it should be after she took a bath.

Stripping her clothes and stepping into the shower, she relaxed. Of course, that was until –"AAH!! THE WATER IS SOO!" 'cold?'

Sakura stepped out of the shower after making sure that the hot water was definitely not coming out, wrapped herself in a towel and stomped down the stairs, slipping a couple of times, sugar bottle in hand. "Well isn't this just what I need?" she keeps complaining after a whole day of just doing the same.

As she arrived into the kitchen, what she saw made her almost drop the little bottle she was carrying and almost let her towel slip. And she stood there for a while, wide-eyed and open-mouthed until she came to her senses and realized that –

"what the HELL is a fairy doing in my kitchen?!!"...

"umm... pixie, actually".

Well, that's it, hope you liked it :) pleeasee R&R... yeah it's as simple as clicking review and typing in a few CONSTRUCTIVE critic words :D

Well.. buh-byee!