Author's note: I'm sorry y'all… I start a lot of stories and then never finish them. It happens a lot. But yeah, I'll try my best on this one. And defiantly get back to the other ones. This entire thing was written at work, btw. Yeah, this is what I get payed for :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I know, I know, its sad…. It makes me cry too some times.

Sai stepped back from the still wet scroll to admire his latest masterpiece.

He smiled blankly at the painted scowl in front of him that looked almost too real- giving him the sudden urge to punch that sullen face.

'Its only a painting…' he reminded himself before turning back towards it to examine that face yet again, comparing it to the stolen photograph sitting on his desk.

"Perfect. He's going to love it." He muttered to himself; his eyes traveling from his subject's image to that of another boy's slightly annoyed face.

Sai copied the expression, then switched back to his usual fake smile. He had never understood the ninja's obsession with that damn Uchiha.

He picked up his brushes, washing them with care, while practicing the many facial expressions he had learned from observing the blonde.

He turned back towards the painting again, matching the raven haired ninja's scowl.

"Naruto's going to love it."

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Elsewhere in the village of Konoha, a certain pink-haired ninja was busy running around and trying desperately to clean/decorate the filthy apartment.

Not her apartment, of course, which was always neat and perfect, but that of the birthday boy.

She turned and looked at the clock for the millionth time that day, sighing.

"Shit. Only two more hours before Naruto gets home."

Just then the doorbell rings, breaking her concentration. She sighs again, dropping her bag of streamers, and walking towards the door.

She was greeted by the sight of Ino, Choji and Shikamaru's smiling faces.

"Hey guys, come on in, you're the first ones here… I'm putting the gifts on that table… Hey anyone want to help me set up the food?"

Choji looked up from his bag of chips grinning as Sasuke shot him a mock-glare.

"Anyone other than Choji-kun that is…"

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Naruto was tired.

Wait- that was an understatement.

Naruto was fucking exhausted.

Tsunade-bitch had kept him as busy as humanly possible all day. She had called him into her office that morning and gave him every task imaginable, all which apparently had to be finished that day.

Every time Naruto had wined that he was tired and wanted to go home she'd add 10 more things to the list of what Naruto needed to do or else.

Finally, around 8:30, she kicked him out of her office saying she had a party to attend and wished him a good night.

Needless to say Naruto was not amused. What kind of Hokage partied anyways?!

He climbed up the flight of stairs with only one thing on his mind- sleep. He reached his apartment and was about to open his door when he felt a presence.

Someone was in his apartment.

He could feel that there had been an attempt to mask the chakara of said person- no persons- but it didn't get by Naruto Uzumaki.

He reached for a kunai as he slowly started to turn the door knob and enter the dark room.

Suddenly, there was a quick movement and Naruto was blinded by the light being suddenly turned on. He threw his kunai in the direction of the light switch, when he suddenly heard a chuckle from behind the couch.

"And this is why you don't throw a surprise party for a ninja."

Naruto gaped in horror as he turned and saw his kunai in the middle of Sakura's bleeding forehead.

"Don't worry, it's only a shadow clone, Naruto-kun" the pink haired medic nin smirked before turning into a piece of wood; the real Sakura stepping out from behind the clone, wearing a matching smirk.

"Happy birthday, Naruto-kun!"