Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto!
Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: Backstabbing Love
Summary: Sakura and Sasuke are having an all-out war with each other that could end their relationship immediately! With Naruto, Hinata, Ino, Shikamaru, and Kakashi in the next room… Rated for Angst, Drama, and Joke-Cracking
AN: I was inspired from an episode of Friends where Rachel and Ross were taking a break, with Monica, Joey, Chandler, and Phoebe in the bedroom. Cracking me up and saddening me at the same time I was ready to write a slight crossover between Naruto and the television comedy series.
That Night: 7:36 pm
"Hey Shika-kun, can you come in here for a moment?" Ino asked urgently, peeking out of her bedroom. The lazy ninja scowled and stood up from his oh so comfy sofa seat in front of the television that was featuring a nature show of deer mating. Naruto, who was freaked out by the activity, quickly flipped the channel to a monster truck rumble with the remote that the Nara genius had kept under his thigh.
"What is it now Ino?" Shikamaru snarled, glancing slightly at the curtain-drawn bedside window where the sun had set with a few glares of crimson hues streaked across the star twinkling purple-blue sky. Damn, no clouds, he thought disappointedly.
Ino hopped out of her closet/dressing room in a slim and flimsy purple dress, wearing two different colored heels that struck the lazy shinobi that somehow they looked very much alike, and a hanger in each outstretched hand of a blue and a black dress. She had a determined glint in her clear blue eyes, staring skeptically at her fiancé.
"Well? Which one?!" She shook the hangers in her arms that could have made him laugh if it weren't for that killing aura she was putting off.
"I'm supposed to choose?" Shikamaru scoffed, shaking his head in shame, "Dammit woman, it's just dinner."
"I know it is Shika-kun! But I can't look awful out in public! And you know that!"
"Troublesome…the black one…"
Ino stared down at her right hand that is holding on to a black halter ankle-length dress. She stared mortified at him.
"Shika-kun! It's too cold outside! I'm having the matching jacket dry-cleaned today! I can't wear it without the jacket!"
Shikamaru scowled and pointed to the light blue long-sleeved dress. "That one then…"
"I can't wear this! It's too formal!"
"Fine, fine! Stick with that purple one you have on—"
"SHIKAMARU! I meant choosing! Not playing duck duck goose!"
"Then why do you have it on?!"
"Because! Because it's just a temporary choice! Haven't you listened to anything I talked to you about?!"
"You're lecturing me on fashion when you're always the one who sets out my clothes for the next day!"
"Well duh! Can't you see you dress horribly?! I'm not even going to mention the time you chose a green tee and pin-striped trousers to go outside!"
"Then why you mention it?!"
"Because I'm stating the fact!"
"Woman! You're too troublesome!!"
"Well! You're too unappreciative of your girlfriend!!"
"Well you're too—"
"HEY GUYS?! CAN YOU TWO LOWER YOUR VOICE? I'M TRYING TO WATCH TELEVISION!"
"SHUT UP NARUTO-BAKA!!!" the couple screamed over the walls.
"Oh, then in that case SPEAK LOUDER!! YOU'RE BEING TOO QUIET!"
Just imagining that damn foxy grin on the blonde ninja's peach face made the gory imaginations of both the shinobis in ripping his mouth off his face, sweeten the tense atmosphere deliciously. Ino dropped the two hangers on her bed and encircled her arms slyly around Shikamaru's neck and receiving in return a kiss on her slender neck and a soft squeeze on the butt.
"Screw these dresses. I'll just wear a sexy blouse and a jean skirt…" Ino whispered into his ear, diving in sweet levity.
"Good, you're not being so troublesome, now," Shikamaru laughed huskily, fingering on the satiny fabric. The blonde chuckled softly.
Before they could release each other, they heard the front door slam behind the bedroom walls. Ino walked around, though still entangled in Shikamaru's loose arms, and peeked out of the slit opening. She spotted a petite woman with shoulder-length navy hair and silver-gray eyes walk in a dark blue sweater and gray jean pants, and two bags of groceries in her pale hands.
"Hinata-chan!" they heard Naruto's exclaim as he jumped on his startled girlfriend and giving her bear-hug.
"It's just Hina-chan," Ino murmured, taking the shadow ninja's hand, "Let's go greet her."
"N-Naruto-kun! I only went to the supermarket for an hour!" Hinata, like the twelve-year-old girl she once was, blushed red and her transparent eyes lowered embarrassingly. Naruto gave her a peck on the cheek and helped her with the shopping bags on the kitchen counter.
"Yeah but it's been an eternity without you!" the future-Hokage laughed gleefully and kept blossoming her with small kisses on her face, causing her to giggle and push him away playfully only to get more.
Ino laughed behind her curled hand and hugged her lover around the waist, loving the special moment between the two. Shikamaru scowled his famous scowl and glanced at the television screen. Someone changed the channel, he thought nonchalantly, a bit fazed at the huge dirt-speckled trucks tattooed with skulls and painted flames that were running over old battered cars with their huge wheels and blaring smoke pipes.
Ino, Hinata, and a certain pink-haired kunoichi had established a three-ring friendship that they became almost like sisters. When the Hyuuga heiress that a chance to live outside the Hyuuga Estate, she moved in to the guestroom in the apartment unit that Sakura and Ino were living in since they were sixteen years old, an age declared for adulthood in the Hidden Leaf. Soon over the years, lazy self-interested Nara Shikamaru won the heart of his female teammate and Hinata grew into a beautiful flower that had the chance to open up her petals to the Uzumaki dobe.
And Sakura, she had her wildest dream come true.
After several failed attempts at long term relationships of sought men and still remaining an innocent creature with divine beauty, Haruno Sakura caught the eye of Uchiha Sasuke: the number-one Rookie, the elite Jounin, the clever, the fighter, the good—great-looking young man with a still-active attractive mysterious quality and the handsome shinobi of Konoha Village. And their relationship had rolled on for two-and-a-half years and still counting.
Now just mentioning Sakura, she—
"Hey, Hinata-chan, have you seen Sakura-chan or Sasuke-teme anywhere on the way to the market?" Naruto asked, looking up at the tick-tocking kitchen clock.
7:58 pm
… tick… tock… tick… tock… tick…
"Sorry, Naruto-kun, I haven't," Hinata looked up and saw Ino and Shikamaru, dressed in casual outdoor clothes.
"You think we should leave them a note? So they'll know where we are? Because the dinner reservations start at eight forty-five…" Ino trailed on, nudging gently the smartass ninja in the ribs.
Nara shrugged. Naruto slipped the last tomato soup can into the cupboards and stood up, and replied, "We should at least wait for them—"
A crash of banging and quick stomping movement and noises were created instantly outside the locked front door. There was sniffing and whimpering, murmurs and shouts exploding in the background. The four shinobis tensed for a moment, staring at the shaking knob, the jingling of keys and rough scrapings of heels against the linoleum floors in the hallways.
Finally they could hear the loud conversation outside.
"Sakura! Let me explain!"
"No! There is nothing to be explained!"
"At least hear me out! Let me—"
"DON'T TOUCH ME SASUKE! I can't even look at you now!"
"Sakura? Sasuke? What the hell is going on?" the four whispered among themselves, grasping onto their lover's hands. Naruto looked nervously and stared at the pretty and interesting wooden floor, with his lower lip trembling. Shikamaru scratched the back of his head, looking agitated.
The shaking of the door knob was harder, the crisp coppery sound of fallen keys, and quick rustles of touching clothes were heard. Squeals and murmurs of protests were louder, as if a struggle for the keys was held.
"Let's go to your room, Hinata-chan!" Ino whispered hastily, "It's much closer to the kitchen and living room. We can hear everything they're saying." The heiress nodded her head frantically; taking her coat and keys, and the two women dragged their boyfriends to the lavender-painted door.
When the door was shut and locked, Hinata and Ino settled their ears on the wooden surface while the two men sat down on the mattress with electricity running in their veins.
They could hear the front entrance burst open. Then a clamor of tussle and exclaims were acknowledged. They could easily hear Sakura's hoarse scream and Sasuke's disputes.
"Don't close the door on me, Sakura!"
"I don't want to look at you! I don't want to talk! I don't want to listen!"
"Sakura! Sakura! SAKURA! Listen to me!!"
"If you don't let go I'll slam it on your fingers, Sasuke!"
The four occupants of Hinata's bedroom could imagine Sakura trying to push the door shut but Sasuke resisting and pushing it back to try to get in. Naruto's shaking fingers began having a sort of thumb war and Shikamaru watched silently at the girl's crouching forms.
A shout of short victory when Sasuke managed to pry it open and Sakura's heels scraping unpleasantly on the polished floors when she tried running away from him.
"No! Let go!" she kept squealing when Sasuke's accursed hands touched any parts of her clothes. She was running a wild goose chase with her damn boyfriend who kept murmuring pleading words. Finally jumping over a couch, Sasuke managed to hold her tightly in his arms.
"Sakura! You have to—listen to me! Let me try to explain!"
"LIES!"
"Sakura! Please! Please let me say my part!"
"No Sasuke! I will not listen to you! I hate everything you say! I hate you!"
"S-Sakura," Ino murmured softly, her blue eyes wide. Hinata had a look of utmost surprise and fright. Naruto whimpering like a puppy dog and Shikamaru furrowed his slender brows.
Sakura was trapped in his arms but it didn't stop her from shoving in all different ways. Bitter tears rolled out of her emerald eyes and she bit on her pink lip, clutching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Sasuke in choked voice whispered desperately in her ear, wincing at the large pains sent up his spine of all the affective foot-stomping.
"Sakura, please…please…please…listen to me…please, I beg of you…"
The petal-haired girl froze and turned red with anger, using the amazingly gathered energy to throw him off her. Those words, she trembled in question. Please, I beg of you, she repeated to herself mentally. Tears rolled out.
She walked hastily to the wide-open door and slammed it shut with one forceful swing of her arm. She twisted around and glared deathly into Sasuke's panicking onyx eyes. Sakura pulled out a chair from underneath the small circular dining table and felt the crush of the wooden legs against the hard ground, and stared ragingly through her tumbling hair.
"WELL?! TALK ALREADY?!" she screamed in blood-curdling voice. Sasuke was shaking in very toes, never actually believing and witnessing this bursting blood of Inner Sakura he never knew about. He was too scared to talk.
"No words huh?! Well! Let me start!" Sakura threw on a scary sadistic smile on her pale face, sitting abruptly on the chair with her legs crossed and bouncing comically. Sasuke was ghostly-white, his dilate pupils stared bewilder at his demonic girlfriend.
"First of all! This morning I went to the Yamanaka flower shop to buy pink carnations for my mother, and then went to the coffee shop down the block to enjoy a cup of latte maybe? Or a scone! And I happen to overhear near the women's restroom from a group of the most annoying girls ever! And they so happened to be talking about you! YOU! Of course, you were the handsome GOD in the Konoha society! So why, oh why would I be fazed?! That was until I heard them you were having sex with a friend of theirs three blocks away, and a night ago, you screwed another girl! And another! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh Sakura…" Hinata wept painfully with Ino looking distantly into the empty air. Naruto was literally chewing on his tongue.
"I didn't believe it for an instant! Of course I suppose I'm still that naïve twelve year old, huh Sasuke-kun?! Just a kid, I suppose?! I didn't believe a WORD! I didn't want hear this NONSENSE so I left the coffee shop immediately because of all the-the NONSENSE, if you know what I mean! Oh! Of course you do! You talk nonsense all the time, I suppose! Next! I go across the shop to buy some groceries?! M-hm! That I was! Then I overheard from an old crone and another crone! That they spotted you with a girl in the park, HOLDING HANDS?! SINCE WHEN DID WE GO TO THE PARK AND JUST HOLD HANDS, SASUKE-KUN?!"
"Sakura…I can explain—"
"Hey! Hey, mister! Don't interrupt me now! Remember your manners! What struck me most of all was that why I keep hearing ALL THESE RUMORS from everyone else?! If you know what I mean! I mean why a boyfriend like you, Sasuke-kun, would be cheating on a girlfriend for two-and-a-half years with dozen other girls?! Why would you, a responsible boyfriend, be cheating at ALL?! Why would a loving and caring boyfriend like you, Sasuke-kun, screw these girls for sex when you barely touch me and you never kissed me, when you never, ever look at me or compliment on me, or never screwed me like those whores and sluts?!?!"
"S-Sakura…" he took closer steps over.
"WHY?! WHY SASUKE-KUN?!" Sakura screamed, began emphasizing drastically on the honorific. When he went for her, with arms wide to hug her, she broke free of her weakened stance and began hurling things at him. Crashes of chairs, cracks and smashes of glass china against walls, flops of magazines, and slaps of outstretched hands when Sasuke grabbed her in his arms. Tears rolled out and her eyes became red and puffy.
Her voice was hoarse, "GET OFF ME! YOU BASTARD! YOU TRAITOR!"
"Not until you hear the side of my story! Sakura hold still!"
"GO AWAY! You are like the knife upon my back!"
Sasuke widened his eyes and dropped her on the floor, trembling with a look of hurt on his befallen face. Sakura erupted in tears and choking noises, curling into a human ball. The rest was left to history. Unknown to the torn couple, Ino and Hinata were weeping, Naruto was shaking violently, and Shikamaru was scratching the scalp off the back of his head.
Ino rubbed her fisted hands over her red eyes, biting on her teeth hard to keep herself from making loud sobs. She nestled on the bed next to her fiancé and took his scratching arm into her own.
"What should we do…?" she whispered miserably.
"I know what we should do," Shikamaru scowled, "Never cheat on Sakura, that's it."
Please wait for the next chapter patiently.