"NARUTO!" Sakura yelled, punching Naruto in the face.

"Kuydgkwjhdb," Naruto cried out as he flew 10 yards down the road and landed there. He twitched once and let out a few pitiful mewing sounds before heaving a final breath and lying there motionlessly.


Sakura yawned contentedly as she sat up and stretched. Today was the day that she got to leave the exhilarating (and come on, let's face it-terrifying) life of a ninja and open her own bakery! (And yes, I am aware that she's just a teenager… Don't sweat the details.)

Sakura couldn't believe that the day has finally come. She had worked her butt off to earn enough money and skills to own her own shop. Her parents had been supportive, but they were skeptical. Sakura had even spent a week working with Choji's mother to improve her cooking skills. She had had to spend the next month working off all the extra weight she gained, and even now she still felt a bit pudgy.

Sakura didn't let that stop her, though. She had spent a long time learning from the very best bakers-aka a lot of cookbooks-and now, finally, she was ready. Of course, there would be setbacks and problems ahead, but Sakura believed in herself, and she was confident that she would do better than okay.

Sakura quickly got up and dressed. She found herself instinctively begin tying on her headband, but she managed to catch herself. I'm not a ninja anymore, remember? she chided herself as she dropped her headband into her bag.

Sakura called out to her parents, "I'm leaving!", and then she ran out toward her new shop.

It was still early, so nobody was around when Sakura got her keys out and opened the door. Her shop was small, but it was elegant. The menu was written in her girlish script on the blackboard that was mounted on the wall behind the counter. There were a few wooden tables and chairs set up around the shop, and a few landscape pictures had been hung up by the previous owner that Sakura had never bothered to take down. The walls themselves were painted a light gray that Sakura planned to fix up when she had the time.

She busied herself with setting out the little cakes and pies before going into the back where a small kitchen was and cleaning up a little there. With an hour left to kill, Sakura put her head down on the table and felt herself dozing off.

Sakura was woken up about ten minutes later by a small thudding noise and what sounded like a muffled curse. She got up and shuffled toward the door and looked in, surveying her shop. The light was dim, because the shades were drawn, but Sakura couldn't make out anything strange. She turned and walked slowly back to the kitchen.

There was still about an hour to kill, so Sakura sat at her small desk, brushed some of the papers to the side, kicked off her cute Pikachu slippers (:p) and put them on the desk, and tried to relax. Yeah, if only.

No matter what, Sakura couldn't get the noises she heard out of her mind. Okay, fine! I'll just go check one more time, she thought, and she walked briskly over to the door. She stepped into the room and turned in a wide circle, surveying the room. She gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.

All of the treats she had spent hours making were gone, and they were replaced with bowls of Instant Ramen!


Interestingly, the first thing Sakura thought was that now her shop was perfect for all the Narutos out there. Naruto! He had probably thought the same thing when he'd pulled this stupid little stunt.

Sakura looked around. There was no way she would be able to open her bakery without the baked stuff, but right now all that was on her mind was how she'd kill Naruto. She knew what she'd do. She'd drag him into the woods at night and tie him to pole. Then she'd light a fire around it, cook some ramen, and make him watch her eat it. Of course, she'd have to starve him a while for the effect. And then she'd nearly kill him and bury him. Sakura nearly laughed aloud.

But in order to actually commit the murder, she'd have to find the victim- no, Sakura was the victim here. Sakura went outside and locked the door carefully with hands that trembled with barely contained anger.

Sakura first went to Naruto's place. The lazy slob was probably lying in bed consuming ten bowls of ramen per minute. But… he wasn't. Sakura spent about half an hour racing up and down the streets of Konoha, but she saw no sign of him.

Right before she was about to give up, she saw Kakashi walking down the street with his face buried, as usual, in a book. Sakura ran up to him.

"Do you know where Naruto is?" she asked. Kakashi looked up with his usual bored face.

"Yeah, he was sent on a mission. He's probably on the way back now."

Sakura thanked Kakashi and ran toward the main gate. That sneaky little fox, she thought. He must've used one of his shadow clones, and then released the jutsu.

Sakura ran out of the village ninja-style, leaving two bewildered gate guards behind.

"Isn't she, like, retired or something?" Kotetsu asked. Izumo just shrugged. It was none of their business.

Sakura ran at full speed, letting her instincts tell her where Naruto was. It was one of the benefits of having trained with him for so long. Now she just somehow knew where he and Sasuke were, as long as she didn't think too hard about it. (*insert flashback here because I'm too lazy to do it for you*)

Finally, Sakura caught sight of Naruto walking slowly along the road, his boredom clearly written on his face. No doubt he was thinking of ways to convince the Hokage to give him better missions.

Naruto blinked as he caught sight of Sakura. Their gazes locked. Did he look guilty? Oh, definitely. Yes he did.

"You idiot! NARUTO!" Sakura yelled, punching Naruto in the face.

"Kuydgkwjhdb," Naruto cried out as he flew 10 yards down the road and landed there. He twitched once and let out a few pitiful mewing sounds before heaving a final breath and lying there motionlessly.

"Get up, you big dummy and let's fight!" Sakura said. Naruto didn't move. Maybe I hit him too hard, Sakura thought slightly worriedly.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of evil laughter.

Sakura whirled around, her eyes searching around for the enemy. It didn't take long. The enemy were apparently stupid. They stepped out from behind a tree, grinning at her. The leader was a girl with long magenta hair and evil eyes that had no soul. Next to him was younger boy-he was just a kid, really- with turquoise hair and laughing, mischievous eyes.

"My name's Valerie!" The girl said, spinning around.

"And I'm Drew!" The boy said, also spinning, though it was obviously something Valerie had ordered him to do, based on his awkward movements.

"And together, we're Team Valerie!one!1!", the two of them said in (almost) unison. Valerie smirked.

"We're the ones who stole your cakes! We knew you would suspect Naruto because of the ramen, and then you'd finish him off for us! Mwahahahaha! I'm a genius, aren't I?!" Valerie yelled, laughing gleefully at her "genius" plan.

"You little biscuit! I'm gonna beat you into a PULP!" Sakura screamed inhumanly at the top of her lungs. She punched the ground with so much force the tree behind them exploded. If they hadn't managed to jump away in time, they surely would have gone the same way.

"Water-style, Raging Waves!" Drew said. A large stream of water flowed straight toward Sakura, but she easily managed to jump out of the way. The water washed over there area Naruto lay, and no one noticed that he wasn't there when the water receded.

"Drew, you flipping idiot! That jutsu doesn't do anything!" Valerie screeched, grabbing the poor boy and shaking him hard.

"B-but, V-v-valerie, that's the o-only one you taught me," he whined. Sakura almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Valerie sighed in disgust. Before she could do anything, however, Naruto suddenly appeared behind them, holding a rasengan in each hand and slamming them into both members of Team Valerie.

"Oh, no! We're blasting off for the first time ever!" they whined as they went spiraling into the distant sky until they were just a single gleaming spot in the sky that faded in about less than a second.


The end.