Grown Up
By:
Fear Die Rothaarige
He was finally free after three months of hell. Gathering information in the most invasive of manners. Then two months of required in-house psychological therapy. He was so happy to finally be free. Or as free as one can be when everyone knows your face as that of the anger that tried to destroy everything they hold dear. The first free days of his freedom he spent holed up in his apartment. He was content just being there in his lonesome. But the Dobe and Kakashi had other plans.
They showed up as the sun started to drift behind the horizon with a bottle of Sake and in there Going-Out clothes. He tried slamming the door in their faces, but that would never stop Naruto. He just barged on in, drapping his arm around his shoulder and holding the Sake glass to his face. With a sigh, he knew it was going to be a long fucking night.
Several hours and the bottle of Sake later, here he sat in the local bar. It was popular among the ninja and the civilians alike. He was hiding in the far corner booth with Kakashi lazily sipping a drink as they watched Naruto talk with Hinata, a red tint to both their cheeks. He rolled his eyes as the Dobe moved closer and closer to the dark haired Hyugga. If Neji had made it back from the war, he would have a much more entertaining show to watch.
Then, without his noticing, someone placed their hands on the table in front of him with a sharp slap. His eyes darted up, ready for a fight. But the sight he saw made his body run like the hot blooded teenager he was. It was Sakura. The little girl that had spent a majority of her childhood fawning over him like every other girl. The same one he would protect on missions and walk home with the Dobe because they didn't want anything happening to their lone female teammate.
But... Little girl was not the proper wording for her anymore. She stood there in what barely could be called clothing. A tight little black leather skirt that hugged her hips in magical ways. Ripped fishnet tights under thigh high black boots with a staggering heel. Her chest was bound to the maximum in a tight black vest that showed way more skin that he thought she had. Bracelets and rings adorned her hands and arms. Dangling black feathers from her ears. Cherry red lipstick that blended just right with her jade eyes.
He blinked. This couldn't be Sakura. His eyes flashed to Kakashi, who was laughing silently behind his mask. It seemed like the pervert was used to the new Sakura. He swallowed as his blood rushed to the parts of him that screamed desire for the women before him.
"I'm so glad you decided to come tonight, Sasuke. We've all missed you." Then she leaned across the table, his eyes watching the cleavage that threatened to fall from her shirt, as she went to whisper in his ear. "And I think..." She paused, her voice heavy and low, "That I've missed you the most." As her hot breath fanned his neck, he had to hold back the groan that wanted to betray him.
Then she stood back up, grasping his hand with her perfectly manicured red nails, and pulled him to his feet. Not a bone in his body hesitated as the pinkette pulled him to the dance floor as the colored lights beat to the music. As his hands settled on her hips, he thanked whatever God was out there that Naruto and Kakashi had dragged him out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
This was just a little flash that popped into my head one day. Not my best work by far, but I figured I'd put it up anyway. Please excuse any and all mistakes in spelling and grammar.