AN: Hey sports-fans, this is going to be the dumping ground for all the ideas that pop into my head and won't leave… and probably shouldn't see the light of day. They will be about various characters doing various things with a varying degree of seriousness. In length they'll be somewhere between a drabble and a oneshot…so I guess that makes them drab-ones of bull-shots…or something equally uninspiring. Enjoy, I hope! Slink.


Walk the Walk

Every ninja Sakura knew had a walk.

From Ino's hip rolling sashay to Kakashi's slouching gait.

From Naruto's heavy-footed bounce to Yamato's wooden march.

Sai often looked like a prima ballerina when he crossed the street, elegant, poised and very slightly effeminate…or sexless…however you chose to see it…

Even Hinata had a walk. A cautious shuffle, which saw her arms pressed tightly to the curvaceous column of her body in an attempt to minimize her size and make her appear as invisible as possible.

Sakura could often find her friends in a crowd just by the way they moved. Body language after all was something a ninja had to pay particular attention to, the slightest tightening of the shoulders or the smallest self conscious tip of the head could clue you in to what someone was really thinking or feeling…in a village of shinobi; trained liars and thief's, you needed to absorb and decipher every single minute movement. It was all about reading from the Big Book of Body Language and Sakura believed that a person's walk was the most information garnering volume of all.

Sakura's walk however, was a work in progress.

When Sakura walked her shoulders were back, her spine was poker straight and her chin ran completely parallel to the floor. This rather regal way of floating (or so she liked to think) through the village had been adopted in part to appear better bred so that Sasuke might, once upon a time, have actually see her as a 'lady' and therefore consider 'restoring his clan' with her and in part because during her training with Tsunade, the old battleaxe had repeatedly rapped her knuckles with a sake bottle and scolded her with the mantra: 'good posture is the mark of a good medic'. Her beloved mentor was completely right of course, slouching for four hours straight while healing a patient did nothing for the neck muscles.

Unfortunately her walk was often the source of much entertainment for her fellow academy alumni. Kiba's teasing nickname of 'prissy princess' had caught on surprisingly fast and now she couldn't seem to go anywhere without light-hearted catcalls of "Hey princess, when are you gonna take the stick out!" and the ilk being thrown at her.

The only person in her close circle of friends and acquaintances who hadn't made fun of her self proclaimed 'glide' was Kakashi.

Sakura let out a long heart-fluttering sigh. Oh Kakashi. Usually he was the first person to tease her about her shortcomings; dry, witty remarks that had a blush bright on her face and an awkward swell sitting low in her stomach…but on the subject of what Sakura had come to think of as The Walk of Certain Mockery, he had said nothing and had barely even raised an slim silver eyebrow when the rest of their rag-tag team had adopted the 'princess' tag permanently. Whether this was because he didn't care or didn't think her walk was that bad she didn't know.

Now, as she watched him, sitting under the sunshade of the cafeteria's canvas umbrella, sipping tea through his mask and reading that orange-jacketed book, she felt her stomach flip-flop and roll unsteadily…

Because Sakura was about to do something truly insane.

She was going to ask her ex-sensei out on a date.

…And for that to happen she needed to feel S-E-X-Y.

She'd been preparing for this moment for weeks, gathering her courage and applying herself to the task at hand with the same meticulous bloody-mindedness that she applied to everything else she set out to achieve.

She had covertly stalked…no scrap that…followed, her best friend and rival, to note down every little detail on what made Ino's walk so male-magnetisingly sexy and had practised until the early hours, every night, in front of her full-length mirror for over five weeks. It had been difficult, it had been trying…but watching the final product in the reflective surface this morning, Sakura had concluded it had been worth it.

Allowing herself a steadying breath and a small confident smirk, Sakura pushed off from the wall she had been leaning on and strolled with hip swinging purpose towards the Copy-nin.

It was going well, she thought to herself as her feet pigeon-stepped one in front of the other. Her hips were rolling, her chest was pushed enticingly out, her head flicked slightly from side to side to put bounce into her glossy pink tresses…and he was looking up at her as she approached, the smallest friendly crinkle appearing around his dark grey eye as he acknowledged her presence.

Sakura was a cat.

A graceful, sexy, prowling tigress!

Hatake Kakashi was her prey and she would pounce, lithe and fluid and he would look up at her with those mysterious mismatched eyes and say…

"Hey Sakura-chan! Who drove the wedge between your legs?"

…

"Ehhhhhhhhh!!!"

Apparently the walk still needed work.