Yeah, I know. I'm hopeless. OOFAS is probably never going to be continued (even though I have a bit of the next chapter saved), Glomp is also isolated, WIGU
This'll be all about my fav character (Sakura Haruno) being any kind of girl, depending on the chapter. Sort of like WIGU. Just, it's not strictly GaaSaku. Some may not even have pairings, or other characters for that matter.
Enjoy!
Standard disclaimer applied. (I wonder, if I just say that, is it the same as saying I do not own Naruto?)
Welcome, to one messed up series of Miss Haruno being maniacally teleported from one storyline to the other, depending profusely on the word I or any lucky reviewer may choose.
**A(n) Altruistic Girl**
Altruistic
[al-tru-is-tik]
~adjective
1.unselfishly concerned for or devoted to the welfare of others ( opposed to egoistic).
2. Animal Behavior . of or pertaining to behavior by an animal that may be to its disadvantage but that benefits others of its kind, often its close relatives.
The tall and lean figure soundlessly stalked into the high-classed chambers he called his own and swiftly unbuttoned and removed the thick material from his person. After carelessly tossing the black and crimson fabric to the side, he allowed his body to collapse atop a smooth leather couch, strong arms lying along the back of both sides and legs slightly spread apart. The raven haired man took in a deep gust of air before cracking his back and sighing heavily through his nostrils.
Not bothering to open his eyes at the soft feeling of a familiar chakra approaching, the Uchiha merely sat there motionless as the newcomer gently swung open the massive door and stepping in. After the rough click of the door closing behind her, he felt the young woman near his sprawled form and take a seat no more than half a foot away from him. A long silence stretched between them comfortably until she decided to make her presence known.
"They've returned empty handed. Again," her voice was soft, and he relished in the state of contentment it gave him, not completely drinking the information she provided him with yet. Some seconds later, he grunted to signal that he heard. Finally opening his eyes lazily, revealing the bloodline limit, he turned his head to look at the petite female staring seriously into his one revealed eye.
He noted that even over the years he'd known her –which was easily her whole life-, she hadn't been able to excel in height, only reaching his collarbone. Her unrealistically colored hair was long and thick; however it was currently put away in a messy bun at the top of her head with only ear length strands and her fringe slipping out of the strong band. Creamy, pink lips that chapped in the winter and that were mercilessly abused by her pearly teeth during states of anxiousness or confusion came together with a cat like nose that appeared to be perfectly sculpted and dazzling emeralds for eyes. Naturally thin eyebrows, the same hue as her hair, were situated beneath a slightly wide forehead.
"Yes, Zetsu already informed me of that." Madara lightly responded, his tone urging her to continue. Without a doubt she knew that he was aware of everything that happened around here, courtesy of his spy. For her to bring up a subject like this randomly meant that she had a point to be made, and having been her father-like figure ever since she was at the ripe age of six, he would patiently hear her out. Something he rarely did.
"Don't you think it's been long enough, Madara-kun?" she positioned herself more comfortably so that her right foot was tucked under her left thigh. Now able to face him correctly, she continued, "Itachi-san and Kisame-san are not to be taken lightly; how is it that they've failed to retrieve the nine-tails so many times repeatedly for the past four years? Kakuzu-san and Hidan-san succeeded in capturing the two-tails in less than six months. You can't tell me that there isn't something fishy about this; and I'm not referring to Kisame-san."
He chuckled softly as his left hand reached to caress her ivory cheek gingerly, "Worry not, my blossom. I have it under control," the seventeen year-old leaned into his touch while she glared distastefully at the annoyingly bright orange mask. Ignoring her obvious hate for the piece of hard plastic covering his face, he continued speaking, "it seems that poor Itachi has something planned for the kitsune. Like I said, it's under control; I have Zetsu watching his every twitch and grunt."
Sakura let it drop, although it was apparent that she wasn't satisfied with the answer he gave her. Now that she had confronted him about her vexation, the youthful teenager proposed lunch. Immediately he agreed; if a four hour meeting with Nagato and his annoying lovebird didn't tire a man out, he didn't know what did. Some seconds later, the beautiful adolescent who had learned under him for the past ten or so years expertly laid down a mug of amazake on the table before him and just stood there, glaring evilly.
Madara sighed – again – and asked her what was wrong.
"I'm making roe for lunch if you don't take off that hideous piece of plastic."
He scowled before ripping it off with lightning-speed that could never be matched and chucking to the side. "Don't you dare," he growled at her now extremely pleased expression. She only laughed melodically as she strode back into the kitchen.
Not wanting to dwell on how easily she could manipulate him, he changed the topic.
"Why do you hate the mask so much, blossom? I do not recall it ever doing you wrong, or am I mistaken?" he heard her snort from down the hall and chuckled at her childish antics.
He did not receive his answer until she returned with a bowl of fresh inarizushi and plopped down on the couch across from him, "Madara-kun, I've known you for so long I have more blackmail on you than a sheep has strands of hair just before spring. That being said, I am fully aware of the extent of your power – both mental and physical. Seeing you hide – like a helpless coward – behind that worthless...piece of trash fuels my anger like something I've never felt before," she truthfully admitted, not one bit ashamed of filling him in on her emotions.
The practically immortal Uchiha outright laughed at the deeply annoyed girl; she was undeniably adorable. Having finally calmed down, he looked her seriously in the eyes, hand reaching out to rest warmly on her knee, "I'm very sure that you also know that I never cower behind anything; this is nothing but an illusion for the world, aside from Zetsu, Nagato, Konan, and yourself, of course."
She only sighed in recognition, instructed him to eat what she had oh-so generously prepared, pecked him on his – thank God – bare forehead, and left with a charming smile painting her features. Off to find Zetsu, he presumed.
So? Whaddaya think? Should I continue? If so, give me a word in your review! You can drop in a pairing you want, or storyline or whatever. Anyone want to help me out; I think I used too many articles and pronouns in this piece? If you feel the same, please, advise me on how to fix that.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed it! Please, make my day and review!
Btw, is my latest chapter of WIGU really that bad? ((Stubborn – Ch.5)) I have the feeling that something about it is completely off since absolutely no one has bothered to review that particular chapter. Am I really that bad? Eek!
