Sakura sighed happily and leaned back in her chair. She had closed the bakery early, and she was just relaxing now. Business wasn't bad. A lot of her friends had come to support her, as well as a few people who just wandered in on accident.
Also she had a really cute picture of Russia in the window…*sigh, Russiiiiaaaaaaa…* Ookay, movin' on.
Sakura reclined and stretched before preparing to leave and enjoy the rest of the day. She quickly put everything together and made sure everything was ready for the next day. Before leaving, she hurried back to her desk, pulled out a key that hung around her neck, and unlocked a drawer. Inside it were a bunch of official looking papers, but they were only a disguise to the true purpose of the drawer. Sakura shuffled through them until she got to the secret compartment at the bottom. Sakura grabbed a knife and managed to pry it open (it sometimes got stuck). Inside was a glossy picture of Sasuke.
As usual, Sakura could feel herself reacting to that amazingly hot jerkface. She sat down and could feel her cheeks begin to grow warm. She spent a few minutes just staring at the picture trying not to drool. Finally, pulling herself together, Sakura managed to have the grace to look around self-consciously.
Sakura creepily caressed Sasuke's arrogant and mean face before carefully placing it back.
Now that she was back to her senses, Sakura couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She grabbed her bag and quickly fast-walked out the building.
(*creepy announcer voice* Little did she realize… she forgot to lock the secret Sasuke drawer!)
Sakura felt her psycho-senses begin to tingle. It was one of the (un)perks of being a typical fangirl. Sakura did not even bother to fight it as her feet began to move in the direction of where she knew Sasuke was sure to be.
As Sakura grew near she felt the familiar rush of fangirlness. There were a few parts to fangirlness: a rush of adrenaline as she prepared to fight the other fangirls tooth and nail for the prize, the feel of excitement and nervousness as she neared the prize, and the sudden boost in her brainpower (which wasn't very much) as she prepared to use all of her seducing skills and wisdom (again, not very much) for the hunt- after she beat the other girls.
Sakura saw Sasuke and it was like she was hit by a drug.
Suddenly, it was as if all of her "seducing skills and wisdom" had gone out the window.
"SASUKE!" she squealed, her eyes turning into hearts. She ran in a full speed ninja run, nearing her prey Sasuke.
She was getting closer… and closer… and closer, when suddenly: "Sasuke!" she heard an unfortunately familiar voice squeal in a tone that was similar to hers.
This time, Ino go there first. She leaped onto Sasuke and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey, Sasuke, wanna go for a walk, you know, talk about some, uh, ninja stuff?" she crooned as she stared evilly at Sakura, rubbing it in that her ninja-ness was one more thing that kept her closer to Sasuke.
Sakura's vision darkened. She suddenly forgot about all those times she had rubbed it into Ino's face, back when she was assigned to Team 7 with Sasuke. How dare she do that to me… I'll make her pay… she thought, as well as various other, darker, things that I probably shouldn't repeat.
Just when Sakura thought she was about to lose what little control she had, a voice (thankfully) interrupted all of them.
"You guys are pathetic," a snobby voice said. Ino let go of Sasuke, and together with Sakura looked toward the direction of the voice.
Now both of their fangirl powers were beginning to turn on. Yes, that last part was just a warm up. Sakura fighting with Ino was one thing, but when a stranger got involved…
The source of the voice was a girl who looked about their age. Unlike most of the other girls, she wasn't affected by Sasuke's hot coldness.
Which meant that she was a… a… closet fangirl?!
Closets were the worst type of all. They thought that just the mere fact that they had control over themselves meant that they were superior to people like Sakura and Ino and every other girl in the village except maybe Hinata and Tenten.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked rudely.
"Yeah, this is none of your business," Ino added, in just as rude a voice.
The Closet just rolled her eyes and told them that she was some peace treaty person from some other village or something like that, but Sakura and Ino weren't really paying attention. Preoccupied with their anger, they failed to notice that Sasuke had calmly walked away.
The girl laughed and walked over to Sakura. "Who are you? You a ninja?"
"Are you a ninja," Sakura corrected. Sadly, she became more annoying when she got irritated.
The Closet just sneered. "You didn't answer my question," she sais.
Sakura and Ino exchanged glances. A nonverbal agreement passed between them.
"No, I'm not a ninja," Sakura said.
"Then who I am is none of your business," the Closet said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking away. "You should just go back to doing whatever you innocent townspeople do, and you, Ino, you're a ninja. You have better things to do."
Ino and Sakura turned to face each other, their earlier anger at each other suddenly forgotten. Sakura held out her hand. "Truce?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Truce," Ino confirmed, shaking her hand.
Together, Ino and Sakura turned to watch the Closet stride away. She had just made a grave mistake. Any stranger Closet who messed with the two most experienced fangirls in the Leaf village had to be stupid, and she was about to face the consequences.
There would be no mercy. After all, this was war.