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The Uchiha Mister Blossom

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Chapter 3: Babe, you're a Bombshell!

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"WAAAAH—"Sakura woke up, sitting upright, arms up in the air. Her dream (or more likely, a nightmare) was so weird… Green aliens had invaded earth and they were… Uh, what happened again? Oh yeah, the aliens started to plant green trees and green peas and green leafy vegetables… and then KABOOM! The earth became clean and green. Then the dream changed. This time, orange aliens came to invade earth… and they planted orange oranges and orange trees and orange shinobi goo… then purple aliens arrived… the orange and purple aliens broke into a veggie war…using kunai and shuriken… then KABOOM! The earth broke into halves and she saw pink bunnies flying everywhere… yes, everywhere…

"Sakura?"

Pinkie bunny pinkie bunny… yeah, whatever…

"Sakura." The voice was deep and manly… Then her other dream came back to her… there was a girl…with breasts…but her voice— Sakura stiffened.

"Sakura."

"Oh yeah…I dreamt that Sasuke-kun wore my polka dot bikini and he has long silky hair and he has boobs and— WHAT?" she shrieked the last word.

Grunt.

"Noo… thank Kami-sama it was just a dream…" she mumbled.

"Sakura." It was familiar.

"Ye—"she gaped. "Oh kami…no…" her voice was thin. A beautiful dark-haired girl was glaring down to her.

"Oh my god…" she whispered. "This is NOT a dream…"

Grunt.

"Sakura-chan, hey—"

She turned to the blonde, wide-eyed. "Naruto… and—"she looked back to the glaring dark-haired girl. Sakura pushed her face forward towards the scowling girl until her nose touched the other girl's nose. The medic-nin looked closely to those dark eyes.

"…oh kami…" she whispered and Sasuke shivered, blushing slightly.

"You ARE Sasuke-kun."

"Hn." Isn't it obvious? Duh.

"I know those eyes."

Sasuke's eyebrows rose. My eyes? "Well… if you're done staring…" He gave her an irritated look that obviously meant: get the fuck off. Sakura got the message and instantly drew back.

"Ops…sorry…" Sakura stated as she studied him. He now wore a tank top and black miniskirt that showed off great attractive legs. With a grin, she said. "Wow, you looked good."

"Shut up." Sasuke snapped, crossing his arms as he looked away. He'd rather die than to look in a mirror and discover that his great balls of fire was gone, replaced by…uhh— Sasuke's face became beet red—

HELL NO. Sasuke swore that he'll never look down… never…never…oh kami. Just the feel of the breasts weighing him down was…atrocious. But the thought of wearing a miniskirt was the worst…

"Well," Sakura's voice interrupted his morbid thoughts. "What happened?" she directed the question to Naruto who fidgeted under his green gaze.

"Um, he tried my sexy no jutsu—"

"And it's NOT supposed to be permanent, isn't it?" Sakura interrupted.

Naruto's hair stood up rigidly. "Of course! It s NOT permanent! I've used it a million times and well—"he shrugged exaggeratedly. "—look at me— I don't have boobs."

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched menacingly until his creamy milky shoulder shook.

Sakura winced. "Got it. But Sasuke-kun…"she waved a hand at Sasuke's direction. "Did something go wrong?"

"You can't expect me to LOVE and remain being a girl, can you?" Sasuke hissed. "Of course, something DID go wrong."

"Jeez… chill, Sasuke-kun. Don't frown so much." Instead, Sasuke's beautiful face contorted angrily even more. "Ummm, let's see… Naruto, perform your jutsu in front of me."

"Oh… 'kay," Naruto shrugged and stood in front, hands formed in a seal. POOF!

The smoke cleared and Sakura cringed. The female Naruto sure looked blessed. Such an insult to all woman-kind.

"Dispel it."

POOF!

Sakura frowned, seeing Naruto's boobs were all gone. "You can dispel your jutsu and return to your normal self…but what happened to Sasuke-kun?"

Sasuke snorted in the background.

"I dunno. Something must have gone wrong along the way." Naruto replied with a shrug.

Sakura sighed heavily. "What should we do?"

Sasuke straightened up. "Go to the Hokage, of course."

"Oh no… too bad for you, Sasuke-kun because Tsunade-shishou gave me a day off today!"

"So?" he asked scornfully.

"—and a day off tomorrow— and a day off for the day after tomorrow and another day off the day after that day and another—"

"In short?" Sasuke cut off with an eyebrow twitching.

"She'll be gone for a month!"

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It took a moment for the information to sink in.

"WHAT?" and when it did, Sasuke could not help but growled at her like a big brown bear. "No fucking way."

"Where is she going, Sakura-chan?" asked Naruto.

"To the Sand Hidden Village. Temari-neechan's wedding is in the 17th of this month but Tsuande-shishou has to stay there for a while to study the Sand Village's medical techniques." Sakura replied faintly.

"How long is 'for a while'?"

Sakura shrugged, smiling weakly. "I don't know…"

"Shit." Sasuke hissed. There's NO frigging way he'll stay like…this. "I have to be back to normal." He growled.

Sakura's face twisted into a defiant look. "You made it sound like a bad thing." She huffed, crossing her arms and pursing her lips. "Being a woman is NORMAL, if you haven't notice." She added with a snort, lifting her nose in the air, her chin up. Sasuke's lip twitched upward in an amused half-wicked smirk.

"We can ask Kakashi for help!" Naruto suggested.

"Kakashi— help?" Sasuke snorted.

"You have no choice then," Sakura said, still a little disgruntled from Sasuke's remark. "You have to wait for Tsuande-sama's return."

Sasuke groaned. "In this…body?" THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME.

Well, it was happening.

"Ne, teme— it would not be TOO bad." Naruto said, suppressing a grin.

"Baka." Sasuke snapped. "Now, I have to wear a skirt." A miniskirt, his inner self corrected.

This bit of reality brought out a loud laughter from Naruto. "Sasuke in a skirt! Sasuke in a skirt!"

"Shut up or I'll chop your head off!" snapped Sasuke.

"HAHAHAHA! Well, okay, I'll stop—"Naruto said, clutching his side, trying to keep his face straight. "But—"Sasuke gave a deadly glare that meant death. "…well, stop looking at me like that. But you have to hang out with Sakura-chan from now on or else… everyone will assume that we are going out!"

Sasuke sneered. "Sakura had the guts to ask me about OUR love affair, moron."

"WHAT!" Naruto's face became vivid green in disgust.

"Sorry! I didn't recognize it was Sasuke-kun! He didn't even talk to me!" Sakura exclaimed defensively, cowering under Sasuke's glare.

"Brrrr! That was disgusting, Sakura-chan!" Naruto's voice had become high-pitched. "I WILL LEAVE NOW BEFORE I THROW UP AT SASUKE-TEME'S FACE!" he screamed and FWOOOSH— Naruto practically rocketed to Ichiraku with dust trailing behind him.

Sakura sighed and looked at Sasuke who sulked sinisterly.

What should she say?

"Cheer up, Sasuke-kun!"

Ops, wrong words. Sasuke shot her a look of pure menace.

"Ne, don't sit like that—"her eyes widened ten times its normal. Panicking and blushing, her hand shot towards Sasuke's bent leg and pressed the knee down to straighten the leg.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, his cheeks turning warm. Sakura had straddled his long legs, her hands clutching his skirt.

"Naruto…didn't give you underwear, did he?" Sakura whispered weakly, blushing furiously as she pulled the skirt down.

"Get off, will you?" he muttered sharply. Man, even though he was a girl exteriorly doesn't mean he lost his male hormones.

Sakura gave a shuddering gasp. "Oh kamiiii— that idiot… oh no, oh no…" Sakura was paling and in her horror, she closed her eyes. "Oh no…"

"What's your problem?"

Her startling green eyes snapped open. "You're NOT wearing a bra!" she whispered fearfully.

"A what?"

"A BRA!" she practically yelled it to his face. "You know! The thing that supports the breasts!" she added frantically, pointing at her own chest.

Oh yeah. He remembered. He saw Sakura wearing a black one, didn't he? He saw a glimpse of it two days ago. Sakura was wearing a white thin-strapped knee-length dress and her blue sandals. She was happily skipping around when suddenly she tripped, rolled down like a log and fell down to a stream. (It was quite stupid, really… Sasuke later realized)

Naruto had panicked and was about to jump down to the water to rescue her when Kakashi pointed out that Sakura was a good swimmer— after all, ninjas were supposed to be excellent swimmers.

Minutes later, Sakura's head bobbed from the surface, gasping. She was able to climb to the bank unaided. Suddenly, Kakashi poofed and vanished. Naruto stared— stared hard. Really hard. Very, very hard. Sasuke curiously looked at Sakura to find out what made Naruto stare like that. The moment he looked at Sakura, Sasuke felt all his blood rushed up to his nose.

She was standing in the bank, panting. Her hair was soaking and messy with her bangs plastered over her forehead and cheeks. The white innocent dress became transparent due to its thinness and wetness. It revealed everything: the most eye-catching was her tiny black bra, next was her underwear that was also colored black and then, in all its shining glory, her legs. The hem of the skirt hitched indecently up, showing her thighs. Moreover, the dress showed her sinful curves, curves that Sasuke didn't know existed.

Sakura blushed angrily as she noticed her teammates ogling at her. "STOP STARING!" She yelled, crossing her arms over her chest. The two jounins jumped and turned around quickly…knowing how dangerous she could become when pissed.

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"I see." Sasuke nodded comprehendingly. "A bra is different from a bikini."

Sakura rolled her eyes, now sitting in front of him, not on his legs. "It is. You wear a bikini when you go to a beach."

He nodded frowningly.

"You saw me wearing one last summer. That was a bikini." She lectured.

Yeah, yeah…how could he forget? He did get a free strip show from her.

They went to beach last summer (due to Sakura's pleading). At first, she was wearing a red jumper shorts and white sleeveless shirt underneath. Decent— yes, but the moment she saw the beach, she squealed and started undressing in front of HIM. Something went wrong with his eyes because he could not look away. He watched her unclasped her jumper and dropped it to her feet, revealing shining shimmering splendid legs. Next, she slipped the sleeveless shirt over her head.

Imagination or not, he heard a distinct whoop inside his head. Being Uchiha Sasuke, he had a reputation to protect and so, he remained stoic and simply…watched her. Her bikini was black and tiny with thin strings keeping the cups in place. With a smile, she dumped her clothes in his arms before rushing to the beach and played with the waves.

"Yeah, I did." Sasuke replied matter-of-factly.

"Anyway… I think we should buy clothes, underwear and bras—"

"What for?" Sasuke scoffed.

Sakura frowned. "For you, of course."

"Why can't I just borrow from you?"

"WHAT?" Sakura gasped, wide-eyed.

"It would be a complete waste of money if I buy woman's clothes. After all, this won't last forever."

FUCK YES! Inner Sakura shrieked. IT BETTER WON'T OR I'LL EAT YOU! Sakura shushed her dirty-mouthed violent-tempered inner self to stutter an embarrassed: "But…you CAN'T."

Sasuke frowned. "Why?"

Her cheeks went viciously red. "L-look at yourself!" Sasuke raised a brow. "You're…h-healthier!"

"Speak clearer, can you?"

"Oh kami…" Embarrassed, Sakura pressed a hand at her forehead. "Look at your chest! They're LARGER than mine!" she spluttered.

Sasuke blinked and unconsciously looked down to Sakura's chest. Sasuke was very aware that Sakura was no longer innocently curved. Her body had developed rather…nicely. Too nicely for Sakura's own good. Though she was short, many boys thought it was very cute. She's short yet…large breasted which made her cuter.

…and of course, Sasuke thought so, too. However, Sakura, being a naïve girl she was, was not aware of her assets or what crazy things her body can do to men.

"They looked ok." Sasuke said matter-of-factly, still staring down to her chest. Sakura's face erupted into another vicious blush. Her body reacted sensuously, her breasts stiffening as her nipples hardened, pressing against the taut fabric of her red shirt.

"Uh…" Suddenly, there was heat spreading across her body. She was a nineteen year old girl, naïve but not stupid. Her girlish pink hair perfectly hid sexy images and hot dreams that seeped through her mind when she thinks about Sasuke. After all, like Sasuke, she was a girl with normal dose of hormones. She knew she had perfect figure, yet, unlike Ino who got bigger breasts than her— as big as the one Sasuke had conjured for himself— she was tiny.

"Plus—" Sakura cleared her throat to wretch Sasuke's gaze off her chest. "You're tall. I'm small. It's like you retained your muscle tone and height. My dresses and shirts won't fit right. They would look like hanging blouses. And you don't want to show skin, do you?"

Sasuke grunted, rolling his eyes. "Naruto saw everything." Sakura snorted. "And you as well." Instantly, she blushed.

"I will lend you some skirt—"

"NO SKIRTS—" he growled.

"—shorts and jeans. I also have larger shirts which I wear in bed."

Grunt.

"—and few track pants and leggings."

"NO LEGGINGS—"Sasuke snapped. He knew what leggings were. And what they do to bodies. Kami, he had seen Sakura wore white leggings and (at this point, Sasuke's imagination got really dirty)—

"But leggings are comfortable."

Fuck the fact that it was comfortable. The last thing he wants was to cause boys to have nosebleeds. He was a MAN after all!

"I don't fucking care."

Sakura shook her head. "Okay— however, I just could not lend you some panties…"

"Why?" he asked sharply, carelessly without thinking.

Sakura let out a frustrated groan as she blushed. "Duh! Sasuke-kun, they are personal things!"

Sasuke grunted and scoffed.

"Plus, you would not want to wear thongs and lacy panties, do you?" Sakura snapped irritably. The Uchiha coughed uncomfortably.

"Damn it… yeah, yeah." I can't believe she wore such lingerie.

"And like I told you before— you can't borrow my brassieres."

His brows shot up. Sakura saw his reaction and added hastily, "—cos you're healthier!"

"You mean I'm busty?" Sasuke sneered.

"Sounds like that."

BUSTIER THAN ME! MWORL! Inner Sakura ranted with throngs of swear words.

"This is so stupid." Sasuke growled, pulling his pretty tank top up to hide his cleavage.

Sakura grinned. Sasuke saw it and added, "But you're more annoying." The pink-haired flower-girl pouted and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Are we going to shop for your bra and panties, Sasuke-CHAN?" Sakura purred teasingly.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes and stood up. "Fuck." He hissed as he tried to cover his creamy thighs. "What the fuck is this? This thing's so fucking short." And worst, he wore no PANTIES underneath. What if the wind blew it up and some guy was standing behind him?

Ah. He'll see HELL right away.

Instinctively, Sasuke reached down to her arm and pulled her up.

"Wow—you also maintained your strength. Your sharingan stayed too I bet."

He nodded and his eyes turned red with three black commas.

"Cool."

He snorted. "It isn't."

"Haha."

"I feel heavy." Sasuke snapped.

"You do? It must be because of your…err— chest." Sasuke suppressed a grin as Sasuke shifted uncomfortably.

"It's annoying to have such protruding things. They're heavy."

"Haha! Women are stronger than men because we carry the weight of two mountains!" She said with a loud laugh.

"And we just carry two eggs?" The Uchiha retorted sarcastically. Sakura erupted into a loud giggling.

"That was funny!"

"Whatever."

Sakura grinned widely. "Oh Sasuke-kun…" she batted her eyelashes playfully. Sasuke swallowed uncomfortably. The gesture was…painfully sexy. She purred and smiled seductively. Sasuke was…attracted and was getting…aroused but his scorching desire was extinguished when she said:

"Babe…you're a bombshell!"

After which, Sakura ducked as Sasuke spat out a large fire ball.