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Konoha has seen its share of troubles, but weaved itself out of great peril thanks to its number one knucklehead ninja, Naruto. What he lacked in intelligence, he made up for in strength, courage, and heart in the heat of battle. It was enough to make him the stuff of legend. He's been called a hero by the villagers ever since, but to those who knew him well he was just a simple boy of 17 who loved nothing more than to sleep, eat, and fight—or so they thought. It all began when Sakura came to visit.
"Naruto, I'm entering. I hope you don't mind. When you didn't answer the door I thought something might be wrong. Anyway, I bought you the milk you wanted."
"Great. Set it down on the table, will you?" he said, nonchalantly.
"Hey, not even a thanks?' She said, crossing her arms. "You know, I only did this because you said you were too busy to leave your house, but here you are sitting at your desk!"
"Sorry Sakura, I'm busy writing this very important scene. It requires the utmost concentration."
Sakura gasped. "You're writing a scene? You mean it's for a book?" she asked incredulously.
He stopped typing and turned back to look at her. "What do you mean? Of course it's for a book. I'm writing a story." He said sheepishly.
Sakura quickly caught herself and apologized, "I didn't mean it that way. It's just that you've never shown any interest in writing. I can't remember the last time you even picked up a pen! What are you writing about?"
His face lit up. "It's about all our adventures together from the time we were genins till now. It's going to be awesome." he said.
"Can I read it?" If it mentioned her, of course she wanted to see it.
His face dropped. "Well, no. It's not ready."
"Oh, that's okay. I can just read that draft you have." she smiled; unaware that Naruto began sweating bullets.
"No!" he yelled, "No one can read it yet. It's top secret. Anyway, it's 4 o'clock. Shouldn't you be training with Tsunade? I don't want to keep you here." Naruto's face was getting redder by the minute. He couldn't show her the draft because he knew she wouldn't like it and these days Sakura's strength was multiplying. He couldn't risk it. He just finished one Ninja war.
"Come to think of it, I do have to leave soon. But first, just what are you hiding?" She said, reaching her hand towards the typewriter, but Naruto pushed it away.
"Wait! Look, it's difficult enough writing with someone hovering behind you. This is my thing." He explained. He hoped it wouldn't offend her.
"Naruto," Sakura said sweetly, catching him completely by surprise, "I understand. You want privacy, that's all."
"Yeah, thanks. I need time to perfect it. It's like training, you know?"
"Of course. But I will read it, sooner or later, Naruto. You can't hide anything from me." she warned. Her green eyes bore holes into his blue ones. She wasn't letting him off the hook that easy. She bid him farewell and exited the room.
"N-no problem. I'll see you later." he said, relieved that she left. Sakura was scary sometimes.