Summary: Team 7 is at the orphanage on one of their rest days. The reason? Naruto. Read on to find out what our favourite blond kitsune is up to and how it will involve the rest. :3
Warnings: Don't read if you're not okay with dominating kids and scary Sakura plus a 'Death Glare of Doom'. Remember, bullets can't be shot through screens. xD
Disclaimer: I asked Kishimoto if he could give me Naruto if I gave him a million bucks. He agreed but found out it was counterfeit money, so he took them back. Dx
Rating: 'T' for the usual banter between our darling kitsune and *fake accent* ze ducke butte. xD
Hello people! :D This is a chapter popped up in honour of Naru-kun's birthday! :D So sit back, relax, and don't fall over. xD
A special shout out to the magnificent Bishie Huntress for being a supportive and awesome person! :D
It was alarm that threatened the near separation of his hands from his orange porn book as the rightfully dubbed monsters grabbed at their precious candy. It didn't take long for Kakashi to abandon the sugary treats in favor of saving his orange paperback.
The silver haired ninja retreated a good distance away from the candy grabbing beasts, clutching his precious book tightly to his chest in a manner that closely resembled the definition of either the words 'possessive' or 'pathetic'.
It didn't take long for the shinobi team to decide the winner would be the latter description.
Tarimuki giggled at the scrutinizing gazes the trio sent their shamefully cowering sensei, rightly guessing on their thoughts as the same word raced through her mind.
"Kids, what must you say to niichan and his sensei?" The sugar deprived monsters paused in their ravening of the innocent packet whose only fault had been to house pieces of sugary goodness.
"Thank you Naru niichan and Hentai Sensei." They chorused in a well trained choir that had Naruto caught in desperate peals of laughter while Sakura choked on giggles and Sasuke forcefully restrained broad chuckles. The look on Kakashi's face spoke of priceless disbelief and that only increased their urge to giggle.
"Hen-tai-Sen-sei?" The jounin pronounced slowly, taking great care to stretch each syllable to the fullest. Darkened greys met with crinkled blues as understanding and curiosity flashed through the intelligent eyes.
"Just how often do you talk about us?"
"Often enough." The blonde kitsune quirked his lips into a teasing grin as he light heartedly skipped down the connecting hallway of oak and cream walls, followed by the entire troop of chattering imps.
"Hey! You guys are helping out too!" Naruto's voice floated back to the quartet left in the kitchen area. Heaving a shrug, the dark avenger headed out, hands firmly encased in his pockets, followed by a giggling cherry blossom.
The two adults left behind in the kitchen area let empty silence surround them for the slightest of seconds before heading out as well, the silver haired shinobi with nose in his much beloved porn and the red haired care taker with merriment lining both her steps and her moss green marbles.
After a short tracking session, the four found their target sitting amidst the many chibi terrors, most of whom were, surprisingly, napping peacefully at his feet, the remaining minority not doing so surrounding the blond kitsune as he rambled on about one of the missions he had undergone.
"… and when the guy suddenly popped up in front of us, I was convinced teme was gonna piss in his panties with fear…"
"Dobe." Sasuke's voice broke into Naruto's excitable rambling with practiced ease and a well placed insult. "If I remember right, you were the one who squealed like a girl before you attempted to throttle the ninja."
Ignoring the indignant splutter that followed his remark, Sasuke stepped further into the room before the subdued kunoichi and the two adults followed.
"Teme! You're lucky were in front of kids now or else I'll show you a good ass whooping!" The blond screeched whereas the rest observed with varying levels of surprise when some of the sleeping children reacted to Naruto's voice with a simple movement of turning over.
"Shush, the kids are sleeping." Sakura hissed, delicate pink brows furrowing together at the unusual behavior. Having a high intellect had the additional bonus of giving her the curiosity to study psychology and it had been stated in the book that such examples of trained behavior could only be the result of long periods of repeated visits.
Why did the blond only decide to show them his secret hiding place now instead of when he had first found it? As far as she could see, none of their attitudes towards him had changed ever since the Chunin exam had passed.
What made now so special?
"Sakura-chan! We're gonna be going now!" Naruto's cheerful voice jolted her out of her thoughts and the pinkette blinked, clearly surprised at the particular lack of her teammates in the room. Sneaking a look at the amused red head, Sakura examined the woman's features, hoping for the tell tale glint that said she was willing to help in the explanation of her current situation.
Luckily for her, she found a willing helper.
"Naru-chan asked you to start with the chores while him and the rest grab some groceries and fixing supplies." Oh, it seemed that Naruto only wanted to receive aid in spring cleaning duties. Somehow, Sakura couldn't help feeling that his reason ran deeper than that.
Thankfully for the blond kitsune, Tarimuki had decided to intervene before Sakura could really start thinking.
"Sakura-chan, there's plenty of work to be done, so come on, no time for dilly dallying." Just hearing the teasing tint in her voice, made Sakura forcefully retain a groan. She hated chores. Hated them to the extent wherein she'd gladly face a hundred assassins rather than tackle them.
…
Well… Maybe not that many assassins…
Half a minute found Sakura desperately trying to sweep and dust the seemingly never ending corridors while manning the group of ten under her command. Tarimuki had literally shoved the broom and duster into her arms, her tongue moving in quick precision as she laved instructions onto Sakura's disorientated pink head.
"… I'd recommend getting the kids to help out…" was the murmur that had resulted in her additional babysitting job. Now surrounded with ten freshly awoken chibis with cleaning supplies as her weapons in combating dirt, Sakura was honestly at a lost for what to do.
Luckily for her, one of the older chibis appeared to be a natural born leader. The indicated chibi; was one with charcoal curls and curiously coloured violet orbs. Attired in clothes a shade similar to her eyes, Sakura would've laughed at the idea of the chibi telling her what to do, if it wasn't actually happening before her.
Before long, Sakura found herself obeying the child's direct instructions, dusting, mopping and clearing anything the kid found unsatisfactory. Sakura found herself overwhelmed, the feeling quickly replaced by annoyance.
Makota, the commanding chibi, had managed to wheedle a good hour worth of work by the time Sakura snapped and refused to obey.
Thankfully for the 'innocent' little 'darling', before Sakura could unleash her new found fury on the helpful little 'dear', the rest of the gang returned, cheery cries and chatters announcing their presence, allowing the bright girl the opportunity to escape while the 'Cherry Volcano' as she had thus dubbed was distracted by the appearance of Naru niichan and Duck butt.
Sakura had to fight the sudden feeling of deja vu that occurred.
When Naruto crowded into the newly cleaned hallway with the rest of the dirtied kids, they were quick to abandon the attempt as Sakura's infamous temper exploded, resulting in a near hour's worth of 'Musical Chairs' with the unfortunate furniture and a murderous volcano.
Naruto even found himself gazing back wistfully at the point of time wherein Sakura would still blush too brightly and be too fidgety in her beloved 'Sasuke-sama's presence to resort to violence while he watched on with silent detachment and what could be grudgingly termed 'humor' if one squinted hard enough and wore magnifying glasses over their eyes.
Sakura was surprisingly; pacified by none other than the great Duck butt himself who performed this feat by 'staring' at her with a lazy, Sharingan eye.
…
Maybe even terming it 'staring' was too nice a word.
A more appropriate word would be the birth child of 'Murderous' and 'Traumatizing'. Maybe even something worse.
Whatever it was, did its job as Sakura froze, fear darting into bright emeralds at the sight that could make even the black hearted Zabuza break down into tears. Such was the intensity of the best death glare Sasuke ever sent her.
Along with Sakura, the rest of the room tensed up, the atmosphere in the area turning sour as rapidly as milk left out of the fridge on a blistering hot day. Such as the heat wave beating down on the backs of the many innocents today that totally did not deserve the torture.
Ignorant of the abrupt shift in mood, Naruto surveyed his companions in silent puzzlement before randomly deciding to grab a drink of milk before starting on his set list of chores, having been set back by Sakura's ill temper.
As it happened, everyone in the room once again, had Naruto to thank as he killed the syrup thick fog that had enshrouded all but the golden ball of sunshine. Apparently, all it took was for him to move before the trance was broken and the Sharingan was hidden safely within the depths of mysterious black once more.
"Who wants milk?" The sentence accompanied by a sunny smile and sparkles in an imitation of one of Gai's numerous cheesy background tricks pulled the unfortunate chibis' attentions to the golden fox and they reacted accordingly, gleefully chasing after the laughing blond in an attempt to retrieve the promised treat.
The ones left behind stared after the retreating orange back, with amusement, awe, indifference and adoring wonder respectively.
…
All heads (excluding two) turned to stare at the singular person capable of making such a face. No, it wasn't Sasuke you weirdo! Instead, Team 7's gaze fell upon a mere slip of a child.
The girl looked to be three, with indecently large, black blues for her eyes. A cheerful orange ribbon confined the chibi's flowing black locks into a singular style and an obnoxious orange dress was draped around the tiny body. In fact, the top of her head would just about reach Sakura's knee level.
Seeing the eyes turned to her, the child flushed, seemingly attempting to withdraw into her tiny frame if it was possible. Really, she reminded them oddly of Hinata. Both females had the habit of turning red at any given second.
In the resounding awkward silence that followed, Tarimuki absently ventured down the hallway, deciding to check if someone was going to push a whole group of gay babies into her orphanage, declaring that it was their fault for the sudden jump in numbers.
"Where have you been hiding all day? I've been looking for you!" At the sudden addition of the voice, the shy kid visibly perked up, black blues widening with suppressed emotions.
*Very bad, very fake accent* Le gaspe! Who is zat who has invaded on ze groupe?
*Normal voice* Find out in the next chapter! ;D
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