Summary: Short drabbles or one-shots inspired by quotes or song lyrics. Suggestions welcome. sasusaku or naruhina, preferred. Rating will change depending on prompt and what I feel like writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the things mentioned in any of these writings.
Inspiration: "Every good girl's got a real good reason to believe in breaking all the rules sometimes" from Playing With My Heart by Kate Voegele
Written: May 14th, 2011
In one minute, his situation drastically changed.
He was calmly being held captive by several ANBU; tied to a chair with chakra-draining ropes in the center of a dimly-lit prison cell, there wasn't much he could do.
Then there was a strangeled cry from outside the room, just seconds before the door was flung opena nd several kanji-scrawled tags flew into the room. They exploded with a small boom, omitting a noxious gas that filled the large space in an instant.
Before he could do more than hold his breath, there came a feather-light touch at his wrists and immediately his bonds loosened. That same light touch disposed of the ropes at his ankles, and a hand grasped him under the arm, hauling him to his feet in a tremendous show of strength, supporting his weight as his legs tried to remember how to work.
Within seconds, they were out the door, and finally he got a good look at his savior. "Sakura?" he asked incredulously, slack-jawed and speechless.
She grinned, a brilliant flash of white in the gloom of Konoha's prison, and she held up her other hand, which held a stuffed money pouch. "This should be enough o get you out of Fire Country and back to wherever it is you're hiding out at the moment. I also packed you some weapons and provisions."
"But-why are you helping me?" he asked. "I'm a traitor-I've tried to kill you half a dozen times!"
"I know. But once you finish this rebellion phase, you'll be back-and by then, Naruto will be Hokage, and you won't be sentenced to death. You can thank me then-I quite enjoy bouquets of flowers."
Still dumbfounded, he took the bag she handed him and listened to her instructions on how to exit the facility without getting caught. Finally, he said, "Thank you. But… I never thought a good girl like you would do something like this."
Her answering smile was so beatific that he almost didn't hear her say, "Every good girl's got a real good reason to believe in breaking all the rules sometimes."
Then she was gone, and he was left standing there-half of his brain focusing on getting out, and the other wondering just what sort of flowers he should bring her next time he returned.
Like I said, short and sweet and to the point. Wrote this at about five in the morning, so don't be expectin' anything incredibly articulate. I like these little drabbles/one-shots, whatever you want to call them. Quotes or lyric suggestions would be welcome, just leave them in a review and I'll consider them. Have a happy reading experience.