AN For the mommies in anticipation of Mother's Day :o)
1. Haruno Azami
Throughout the village, it is widely assumed that Inuzuka Hana and Inuzuka Kiba have the most terrifying mother. And while Inuzuka Tsume is not the best person to pick a fight with, the villagers are far from the truth.
The most terrifying mother in Konohagakure is the civilian Haruno Azami, who doesn't need jutsu, or nin dogs, or weaponry to keep her daughter in line. What she has is a glare and a voice, but that's more than enough. Sakura had to learn this the hard way when she was fourteen and came home late one night. She was exhausted, bruised and dirty from a B-rank mission and ready to just crash into bed.
This was not to be the case, as she heard The Voice from the kitchen upon her entering and immediately stilled in her steps to her room.
"Haruno Sakura, just who the hell do you think you are?" Came The Voice.
"Hi mom," she whispered back weakly, "I just got back from a mission and I'm really tired so-"
"Oh no you don't. Get down here right now."
Sakura was a newly minted chuunin, and had faced down S ranked criminals, but she was powerless against The Voice and entered the kitchen. There, she saw her mother, red hair tied back in a handkerchief and a spatula threateningly smacking against her crossed over arms as she set Sakura with The Glare.
She wilted, just a little bit.
"You said you would be home by seven."
"Sorry, mom, but there were some rogue nin-"
"It is now nine o'clock."
"I'm really sorry but I couldn't help it-"
The Glare intensified, "I was worried sick."
Sakura sighed, "I know, but I'm a chuunin now, an adult, and some things come up-"
"Oh. So you're an adult now?" These were dangerous waters. Sakura tensed slightly.
"Yes?" She really didn't mean for it to come out as a question.
Azami snorted, "You think that just because you have weapons and magic-"
"Chakra, mom," Sakura dully corrected.
"-that you know what it's like to be an adult? I'll admit you're an adult when you do your own laundry and pay your own bills-"
"I do my own laundry!"
"You mixed whites with that red shirt of yours. You are nowhere near doing your own laundry," Azami said coldly. "You better shape up, Sakura, these little 'missions' of yours are not an excuse to act irresponsibly and give your mother a heart attack-"
"I was under attack!"
"So you couldn't leave me a message saying you would be late for dinner?" She said, utilizing both The Voice and The Glare at once.
Sakura was fuming, and it was obvious that she wanted to snap at her, but she noticed that her mom was holding the spatula in a very threatening manner. "Sorry, I'll leave a message next time."
"Damn right you will, and you're grounded for two weeks."
Sakura's eyes widened, "What about my training?"
"Your training will just have to wait until you can be responsible for it."
"That's so unfair!"
"No it's not, now give me a hug." Azami said, before meaningfully adding, "I was worried sick."
Sakura seethed, torn between having a tantrum at her mother's unfair ruling and the fact that she really could use a hug after the day from hell. Reluctantly, she stepped close into her mom's embrace, wincing as Azami's grip nearly cracked some ribs.
"You better be careful next time, or so help me, I will come and get you myself!" Azami proclaimed, and Sakura wisely refrained from commenting on the spatula handle digging into her back.
And it was then and there that Sakura decided she would rather deal with bloodthirsty shinobi than a distraught mother hen.