disclaimer: nah.
notes: my first story. its about time.
dedication: to my favorite author here at ffnet, ohwhatsherface. she probably won't read this but what the hell. thank you for fueling my imagination.
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1. The Start
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The pathetic excuse for a man was blatantly looking at her cleavage. Sakura tried hard not to just punch the pig in the face. If not for her boss Shizune, she would surely have.
"Hey girlie, why don't you strut that tight ass of yours to the kitchen and get us some more sake? And add another round of udon for my friends here!" The man with the huge mole that had a single hair strand on his upper lip ordered, before laughing his guts out at what he supposed was a funny joke he delivered among his merry band of ugly boars.
Sakura balled her fists at her sides, careful not to let Shizune see. She barely noticed the family that just arrived, their kid jumping at the tatami mat and demanding his mom that she gets him ramen and the loud slurps coming from the booth next to the gang. She poured their sake, resisting the urge to spit in them or put poison in it. She briefly wondered if that mold forming at the corner would be potent enough to atleast mutilate those pigs by contaminating them with some flesh-eating bacteria. She opted for putting worms on their udon order.
"Here you go sir." She bowed stiffly as she placed the tray of sake and udon on the table and immediately turned to leave... when she felt it.
"Did you just grab my ass!" Sakura shouted, eyes flaring at the pervert.
"So what if I did girlie? Would you do something about it?" Moleface spat, running his tongue across his front teeth and unsheathing a portion of his sword. Sakura let some of her pink bangs obscure her vision.
Moleface laughed with his friends then, before a resounding slap echoed across the eatery.
"I am not threatened by your sword! You! You ugly Moleface you!" There. She said it.
That seemed to be the trigger to some unwanted and probably traumatic memories on Moleface's part for his face went red as he shouted, "It is not ugly! It's a beauty mark!"
He turned the table over, spilling the sake and udon. She was not going to pay for that, her mind automatically thought. Then he lunged, sword completely unsheathed and glistening.
Sakura didn't see the blow, only feel the pain. He hit her in the chest with the hilt of the sword. She was hunched on the ground and expecting her death by beheading or something equally pathetic. She remembered her mom's last words then, "Sakura, we owe Shizune 5 million ryu, you have to work at Ichiraku for the rest of your life" Sakura's smile was pitiful. At least she won't have to work her life paying off her mother's debt. She shut her eyes and waited.
She heard a scuffle, some furniture being thrown, Moleface's strangled scream, and then silence. Sakura chanced a peek at the scene. Someone had his back turned to her. Sakura could see a man wearing a red yukata and brown shorts. She then heard him slurp, loudly.
"Nobody messes with my ramen. Believe it!" The man declared complete with a fist bump in the air.
Sakura could only gape at the bloody scene before her, Moleface and his gang were lying in a heap of tangled limbs and awkward joints, groaning in pain all the while.
"Uh. Thank you... I guess." Sakura hesitantly said. The man turned to her, blue eyes and a goofy grin. Scratching his messy yellow hair, "Oh! Don't worry about it lady. I was minding my own business when a worm fell into my ramen and I don't want anything on my ramen you know." His features hardened then. Sakura remembered not to mess with people's food ever again although it did technically saved her life.
"I'm Naruto by the way" He stuck his hand out, beaming a smile.
"Ah... Sakura." She shook it.
"This... is... not... the end!" Their attention landed back on Moleface's scowling... uh... face. His gang was limping and supporting each other on the way out.
"Alright have a safe trip!" Naruto bellowed and grinned.
A smile was tugging at Sakura's lips as she watched the gang stumble on the road. It was only after they were out of sight did Sakura notice Naruto was still holding her hand.
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notes: no, it's not narusaku. it's team seven love, all the way. sasuke will be there, eventually. and yes, they will be drabble-ish. spare some words for the amateur writer?