Summary: Every ninja has to have a signature move. A very short SasuSaku story.
Ashira-chan: Hi, long time no...uh...update. isn't really on top of my priorities right now. I'm trying to make this summer as productive as I can. School. Laziness. Four little siblings fighting over a single computer. The works. XD Major stories (such as Pain of Rejection and Neji in a Rush Hour) will be left untouched. :(
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Every ninja has to have a signature move.
That alone has occupied our beloved twenty-five-year-old kunoichi's mind over the past few days. She may be a talented medical ninja, but hey, going for greater heights isn't so bad.
"Must. Make. Signature. Move. Let's see – Haruno Sakura, 25, a high-ranked medical ninja—
Sakura blushed as she began to realize her, ahem, greatness.
"—Soon-to-be-Uchiha—
She blushed more.
"—and a well-known kunoichi without a freaking signature move!"
Ooh, a change of scenery.
"Signature move. Signature move. SIGNATURE MOVE."
By this point, those two words already seemed to transform into cliché. Overused. Stale. Thanks to a certain Haruno ninja.
"Come on Sakura, think! Naruto has his Rasengan; Sasuke-kun has his Chidori, Ino has her Shintenshin—"
The more she thinks of ninjas with distinct techniques (let's use this term since signature move has become repetitive), the faster she paces back and forth her room.
"—Neji-san has his Jyuuken; Lee-san has his Lotus…"
The list went on.
"…Hinata-chan has her Shugo Hakke; Tenten-san has her Soshouryou…"
Haruno Sakura had enough.
"I've had enough!"
Told you so.
She plopped down troubled on a chair. "Signature move. Signature move. Sig—
"Sakura, I'm home." Sasuke nonchalantly said as he opened the door and removed his footwear.
"That's Sakura-chan to you."
A sigh.
"Okay then, Sakura-chan."
A playful smile.
"Better. By the way, I finished my mission before you did, Sasuke-kun. I win. You get to wash the dishes tonight."
A smirk.
"Hn." This two-letter expression came in handy for Uchiha Sasuke. It can be used as an effective disguise for an expression of defeat. Interesting. "Anyway, how are things going?"
"I seriously need a signature move. I mean you have the Chidori—"
The long list of Ninjas with Distinct Techniques went on. Oh, and the phrase 'signature move' was used. Oh well.
"—and Tenten-san has her Soshouryou."
"It takes time."
Silence.
"I-I know. But I have to at least do something right now."
"Your fault."
Noteworthy, Sakura's ears have turned a rosy shade of – wait, that's not right – a furious blast of red. That's better.
The pink-haired woman shot a glare at the oh-so-lovely Uchiha Sasuke. She has somehow copied – and mastered – the art of the mighty Uchiha Death Glare.
"Whatever. I'm just telling you—"
Then it hit her.
"—never mind." There came a smile on her lips.
"So, you're going to research and go make your own technique then? …What's with the smile?"
She didn't need to make a signature move. She already had one.
"Oof—what the heck, Sakura?"
It was called The Glomp.
-end. ü-
Ashira-chan: You wouldn't get the story if you don't know what a glomp is. XD. Uhm, a glomp is something like a sudden piggyback ride-ish thing. I don't know how to explain myself. :D The story's absolutely short, but meh. Not much fluff on this one. It was fun though. :)