CONSTRUCTION: i


"…Sakura? Sakura!" Turning her head swiftly, as if her mind snapped away from whatever it was pondering on, snapping like a stretched rubber band. Smiling sheepishly, she nodded and spoke.
"Yes, Ino?" Her friend gave an exasperated sigh, and spoke animatedly, her hands moving around as she talked to the pink haired woman. She had always reminded her of one of those wind-up toys, where you twist the little metal piece and it kept flailing around. Coffee though, would seemingly be the metal piece as her blond friend of many years would be the toy. Give her Mocha anything and she was off the handle.

"You were zoning out there, hon. What were you even thinking of? It seems like you are on another planet today."

She thought for a moment, 'What have I been thinking of, huh? So many things…' Glancing down at her finger tips, she thought carefully for a moment before letting her cerulean eyes turn towards her corn-silk haired friend, her hair so blond it almost seemed silver; giving a small sigh she spoke with deliberate words, carefully treading through language, human communication, for the word she seemingly needed. "Construction."

"What?" Ino's face contorted in confusion, raising a brow, she repeated what the woman in front of her just uttered. "Construction?"

"Yes, construction. I've been thinking about adding a sun porch to my house, putting it out from the side of the kitchen, where I have extra land on the side of the house. I've always wanted a sun room to sit in." Trailing off in thought, she began to picture herself sitting in an open room, with big windows, where the sun can lick her skin in the mornings as she drank her morning coffee. The good and the bad, the dark and the light, the sun is light, and her coffee is always dark. Images flooded her brain again, swamping it down in a bog of picture reels, the morning beams of sun hitting just a way that the warm steam of her coffee would create a moment to remember. One she was going to get; soon. Ino, her best friend from childhood and all through the years turned more towards her, and smiled.

"Well, we all know that you've the money for it—"

"I earned my money with hard work, I deserve to spoil myself!" Her friend continued her sentence, as if the pink-haired fire demon never spoke, a smile playing at her lips as she did so.

"So, why not? I think that'd look nice. Plus, you've always liked that sort of thing."

She nodded to her friend's words, she'd been thinking about doing this for awhile now. Actually, she'd sat down the night before and looked up a few companies for later inspections, made a few calls, and had already got most of everything set up. She'd found someone who was guaranteed top quality, and the person said they could get it done in a couple of weeks; mostly up for debate with the weather, he had said. Sakura, now, she had enough money, and she worked for the money she earned.

At the age of 26, she was well on her way to retirement. Growing up her family had always been well off, her father a successful businessman and her mother worked from home. It didn't hurt any that both of her parents family's were well off too, plus being an only child worked in her favor as well. Her parents had paid for her schooling in the medical field, Sakura coming off as one of the best students. She'd then gone under the teachings of a woman named Tsunade, studying in her private practice. Sakura was a mere 21 then, and at this point in the game she had a stable job as one of the top doctors at the facility. It was one of the most widely known establishments, simply because it gave you quality, plus almost everyone there knew how to handle people with respect.

Yes, she had earned the money, saved it up wisely you could say. She didn't have a huge house, it was a cozy house, a home per say. With two floor levels, three bedrooms, two full and one half bathrooms, a kitchen, two car garage, and a family/dining room area. The biggest rooms in this house were the master bedroom and the family/dining area. Just the way she liked it. The master bedroom and bath were on the top floor, along with the kitchen, family/dining area, and the half bathroom for guests. Downstairs was where the extra two bedrooms were, which one Sakura had made into a guest room, and another was made into a computer room.

Around the colder parts of the year prier, the idea popped into Sakura's head, she wanted a sunroom, although, she was going to over indulge a tad and get one with heating and cooling. One that would lead out onto the back patio, so there would be another spot to have guests over, where they could sit and relax, a place to have house parties. Brewing with the new idea, Sakura, without knowledge of doing this until it was pointed out to her, had begun to save more money for it. And over the year, she had enough to finally do it. She deserved something nice for herself, and she knew this was the house she wanted until she was old and gray. Senile? Maybe. She already had other voices in her head; so presumably, this would be a good thing to conclude to.

Research had been done and thoroughly checked through. Ino and Sakura had spent the afternoon gabbing about it, going over details. To which the blond was invited over to finish going over ideas, to ensure that Sakura was getting what she wanted. They had called the company to finalize a date, and talk about pricing. The date was set, May 5th; the owner of the company would arrive with his men, and start to help clear the site for building. They'd gone with a company called K's Konstruction.


CONSTRUCTION: ii


Another morning goes side by side with another cup of coffee, another fine classy outfit and another day to live life thoroughly. She moved slowly through out the still waking house, morning birds outside singing their tune, cars whizzing past at all to high speeds, all of the drivers all to late for work, for another day closer to that pay check. Pacing the kitchen, she got ready for work as slowly as time would allow. Not that she dreaded work; she just found that going slowly in the morning helps her stay more relaxed at work, which everyone should know it's just another four letter word, as her mother use to say.

Being a doctor could get stressful. Her field of practice was gynecology. Yes, she does look at vaginas all day, which is why she can spot men with them from 20 feet away. Her problem is, she always goes for the really sincere men, who pretend to listen to her and care, then end up leaving her. She was all alone and it was starting to eat away at her, just as she always had been in her twenty odd years of life on this planet. So she just decided that men who are too sensitive and deceiving are just big, nasty smelling vaginas. A bit of gynecologist humor, she supposes.

Giving a heavy sigh, she pins her hair back and goes to brush her teeth, no one enjoys nasty stale coffee smell. Doctors always seem to have that smell on their breath in the morning; she always hated it when she was younger, so tries to avoid subjecting others to the same maltreatment. Taking a deep breath, she walks into her garage, climbs into her car, and goes to another day at work. 'Just another day of work, with a bunch of vaginas.' Shaking her head, she laughs inwardly at her joke, to her own profession.

Her hands immediately go to her purse to pull out her ipod, she plugs it in and hits play. A highly sought after doctor like her can afford one, you know. As music fills her car, she pulls her sunglasses out of the holder and puts them on. As she's feeling pretty much like a bona fide bad ass, she drives off to work, jamming all the way there.

After Work.

Kicking her shoes off at the doorway in from the garage, she sighed as she wiggled her toes, loving the feel of that simple freedom. Sadly for her, it was short lived as her stockings kept her from enjoying it to its fullest. A very unsatisfied grumble exhumed from her chest as she immediately starting stripping them off right there in the doorway. Good thing the garage door was closed, otherwise she'd of made herself out to be a fool, seeing as she almost fell flat onto her face in this very act of this stocking removal. Smiling widely to herself, she finally freed her toes completely, spreading them apart and moving them as much as she could. Such simplicity in life such as this is the things that make her the happiest.

Bending over, she grabbed her shoes, purse, and then headed down the hallway quietly, flipping on lights here and there as she went. Stopping by her room, she threw her shoes into the closet and tossed her stockings into the laundry hamper for later cleaning. The soft pitter-patter of her feet continued into the kitchen as she set her keys on the key rack above the phone, and her purse onto the counter top next to it. Clicking the voicemail button, she listened aimlessly, not really paying much attention as she went to the back door to let her dog inside. Sighing quietly she grabs her cell phone out of her purse, checking the messages quietly as she back tracked to her bedroom to change.

After having changed into pajamas, she looked around her kitchen for something to eat. The fridge? Empty. Cupboards? Empty. Giving a sigh of resignation, she mentally made a note to do grocery shopping tomorrow of all things. She had taken the next three weeks off, to get things done around the house and to see to it that the sun porch was being done to her liking. They'd be here bright and early in the morning on Monday. Seeing as today was Friday, she sighed happily at the thought of having the weekend to sleep in. Turning her attention back to the growling in her tummy, she chewed on her bottom lip, something she did while her thought processers were kicking into higher gears.

Chinese food was the decided dinner of choice for her tonight. After ordering, she went to the closet in the hallway where the dog food was kept, scooping out the right amount into her dogs bowl, she laid it on the floor quietly, giving the animal a soft pet on the head as she wondered over to the couch to enjoy some much needed season catch up. Her dog, after enjoying its meal, jumped up onto the couch next to her and curled in for some human/pet interaction. The doorbell rang, and that delectable scent filled the foyer, the smell of Chinese food always did that too her more so than other foods.

As she laid her rosette locks onto the pillow, she began to drift, thoughts flitting in and out of her mind. She smiled to herself quietly as she drifted off into a slumber. Slammed against the wall, she grunted quietly, the noise not making it far from her lips as this man, that beautifully handsome man pushed his mouth over hers, consuming it like a wild fire. Her hands lifted and ran swiftly through his hair, that luscious dark red hair. Tilting her head back she moaned quietly as his ministrations moved onto her neck and jaw line. His hands all over her body, stripping off clothing that got in his way as his hot mouth moved down. Lifting her up again, he walked over and tossed her onto the bed roughly, following quickly afterwards.


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