Oneshot: Mr. Right
Rating: T-M
Her vibrant coral colored hair fluttered in the breeze, the stands going every which way. Huffing slightly, she smoothed down her hair with a well practiced move, her arm arching gracefully.
'Good thing I spent those summers with Hinata and her family,' she thought greatfully, 'or else I would be tripping over my own feet.'
Sakura was running late for her interview this Friday afternoon, an interview with the most prestigious medical doctor of all Japan. It was on this important day that her alarm batteries decided to die. No matter that she has known Tsunade all her life, she wanted to impress her! Speeding up to a light jog in her heels, and dodging the many people out on the Tokyo streets; she yearned to be out of way, out of the wind, curled up on her bed with a textbook.
"This is going to be a horrible afternoon." Sakura muttered.
She didn't know how right she was. By the time she managed to make it to the building, a lady spilled boiling hot coffee over her shoes, and a man bumped into her making her drop her bag and her papers. And now all the entrances to the building were locked.
"Kami, you got to be kidding me." Sakura groaned in despair.
Sakura spent a precious five minutes hunting down a security officer, and another five minutes trying to convince him to open the doors. Her pink hair didn't help; he thought she was a delinquent, no matter how smartly dressed she was. One of these days she would be having words with her father about her hair, and why in the world he would have it in the first place.
Limping her way up the stairs because of course the elevators weren't working, she finally got to the right door in this maze of a hospital. Reaching for the handle, she paused for a moment in confusion. There were strange noises coming from behind the door. A rhymetic thumping sound could be heard. Shrugging to herself, she open the door in one quick movement, and shrieked. Dropping her bag, she covered her eyes and stumbled away from the door.
'Oh Kami! This is beyond mortifying!'
"What on the name of hel-"
A mans voice cursed as he straightened out his clothes, and a woman's laughter rang out.
Hopping off the table, the top heavy blonde smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes and walked towards the pinkette.
"Sakura! About time you came." Her melodious voice rang out with a clear tinkle of merriment. "You know you are thirty minutes late to your interview. Not off to great start, are we dear?"
Her face still covered, Sakura muttered out a squeaky no.
"No worries girl, I'm basing my opinions on your skill and not your character. I already know you after all. Come in, let's get your interview done with. Jiraiya! Get out!"
"But, Tsunade!" The older man whined, raking a hand through his coarse white hair.
"No buts, Jiraiya. We don't need to scar the poor girl any further."
Settling down gingerly on the chair, Sakura tried to avoid looking at either the table and her mentor, certain her face matched her brilliant hair color.
"Now girl," a brisk voice interrupted her thoughts, "I think you have questions, do you not?"
"Um, yes." Sakura cursed in her head, for her voice came out shaky and unsure. She was suppose to be confident. "That was Jiraiya, right? The man who writes those-"
Tsunade broke her off with a groan. "Oh yes, he is the author who writes that garbage. He calls them his master pieces, can you believe that?"
"Then why-"
"Why do I stay with him? You learn a lot as you grow older, and even though Jiraiya has his few-" At this she winced slightly, "choice hobbies, he does have many redemable qualities."
"But-" Sakura protested. This was Tsunade Senju, for kami sake, a world renown doctor who has performed miracles. If she couldn't get a good guy, then who else has a chance?
"Sakura," Tsunade chided her gently. "I will love no other man than Jiraiya. I guess you could say he is my Mr. Right. Now then, we have an interview to get on with."
