Title: Grad School Drama

Pairings: Unknown (Look at bottom for more info)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: AU Haruno Sakura is a young girl, fresh out of college and ready to face the world. Well, not yet. She still has to face the challenges of grad school and all the drama it brings along. KakaSaku, SasuSaku, NejiSaku

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Sakura moaned slightly as the proverbial sun raised overhead and peeked luminous rays through her window curtain. Rubbing her eyes as a daily routine, she noticed that she was wearing a black dress that reeked of dirt and smoke.

"Black dress?"

Suddenly, she had a realization and smacked her forehead for her stupidity.

"Duh! I went to the club…and Sasuke-san saved me…"

As she slowly dragged to her feet, she winced as she stretched her side. When she went to the bathroom and stripped off all her clothing, she examined the ache.

A yellowish, purple bruise had formed, standing out blithely against her perfectly unblemished skin. Scowling in annoyance, she tenderly began walking toward the large bathtub, careful not to irritate her wound.

Soaking her sore body into the well-needed steaming water, she completely immersed herself, leaving only her nose and above exposed. Gradually, Sakura did her standard bath procedures; lathering her skin in mint-scented body foam, washing her face, scrubbing over her legs, stomach, chest and arms.

Sakura took her time though, when she poured a generous amount of thick, bubbly strawberry perfumed shampoo in her hair. As she incorporated the sweetly induced solution in her pink locks, she leaned her head back against the tub and sat in repose.

When she took a bath, she always took extra consideration to pamper her hair. It was considered a memorabilia, an object of her mother's ever since she died. It was the only remnant of her with which Sakura carried with her, or technically owned.

Her step-mother was always the perky and frivolous type, the one who would go and shop for ten hours and considered it exercise. Her real mother, from what she could gather from her vague memories, was a sweet, calm figure who was full of fondness.

"Maybe that's why we never agree upon anything. I was never her real daughter." Sakura thought dryly.

After the sentimental moment was over, Sakura washed away all traces of soap and dirt, cleansed of all recollections of yesterday, and started with a fresh beginning in the morning.

Quickly grabbing a denim miniskirt and pulling a loose gray hoodless sweater over her bra, she snatched her keys from the table top where it had resided for the night and searched for her cellphone.

Remembering that the thugs had stolen her purse, she cursed and checked the time.

7:38 AM

Noticing her lateness, she pushed aside her search and decided that she would have to buy a phone later. It was better than being late and making a bad impression of herself on her first tenketsu class, which started in two minutes.

Rushing, she practically glided down a flight of steps and dashed across the marble courtyard, sprinting with all her might to reach the Medical Building, which was located a few buildings down.

Sweeping through the double doors, Sakura stumbled through the grand halls, occasionally crashing into a startled professor. Panting as she glanced alongside, she skimmed the door numbers until she caught the distinct numerals.

Room 123

Grinning for her small victory, she pushed open the oaken door, and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the annoyed faces of her new classmates.

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"Ah, Miss Haruno thank you for having the courtesy to join us this morning. Please take a seat anywhere."

Sakura turned around to be face to face with a tall, statuesque woman who was quite busty. Her blonde hair was swept into a neat, straight style and her ocher eyes reflect sternness and a tint of amusement.

"This can't be my professor…she looks like someone who would be a model…"

Her new mentor's eyes locked onto Sakura chartreuse one's and she spoke slightly bemused, snapping Sakura out of her reverie.

"Miss Haruno, seeing that you are incapable of comprehending a simple set of words, I assign you to sit with Mr. Hyuuga, who will assuredly keep you attentive."

"Hyuuga? Wait…Neji's in this class?"

Sakura's eyes swept over the students quickly, searching for the stoic and handsome Hyuuga. Her sight immediately caught onto the only face that was not scowling or marked with impatience. He was stoic and serious as ever, just as he had been ever since she had first met him.

Meekly clambering up the steps to reach the designated row, she took another glance at his face and saw that he was still in the continuous state of monotony.

Tentatively sitting beside him, she dropped her large tote bag into the floor beside her and gave him a swift, shy smile toward his direction.

He gave no outward response, only a soft 'hn' to acknowledge her presence. Slightly irritated but still curious, Sakura leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Neji-san! I didn't know you were in this class…why didn't you tell me the other day?"

Expecting a blatant reply, or none at all, Sakura was immensely surprised but hid it well when Neji politely said, "This class was a last-minute decision. I am merely approving it for my cousin, Hinata, who will be attending in a matter of days, if my observation proves well for this class."

Nodding, Sakura straightened in her seat and focused her attention upon her model-worthy teacher, who was now explaining the basics of the class and what kind of curriculum was to be presented.

Sakura could feel Dr. Tsunade eyes on her every so often, and she returned the gesture by peering back at her, feeling sort of peevish.

When the professor ended the class and waved them away, Sakura was the last person out because she had decided to stay behind in order to apologize for her ephemeral absence at the start of the lesson.

"Ah, Miss Haruno, please stay."

As Neji strode out the door, he gave a fleeting, unemotional glance toward Sakura and she merely stood there, unsure of how to react.

Turning around, she was once more, face to face with her distinguished and stunning teacher, except with the lack of the others presence.

"Dr. Tsunade, I wanted to apolo—"

"Speak no more Haruno. I don't want excuses, nor do I want to have a long conversation with you."

Sitting comfortably down in her leather chair, she adjusted herself until she was well situated. Gesturing for Sakura to settle herself as well, she nervously plopped herself beside her chair.

Sakura was going through an internal frenzy because she had just begun to feel the affects of being so close to one who had intimidating beauty and was…so talented and elegant.

Noticing her discomfort, Dr. Tsunade cleared her throat and said, "I will cut to the chase. I know of you Miss Haruno, for I am an associate of your father's. I knew you were to inevitably join my class, due to exceptionally high caliber of this course, but I was not expecting…this."

Sakura cringed and was embarrassed, thinking that Dr. Tsunade had been referring to her as some sort of common slut or a lazy good-for nothing slacker who was rudely late.

Trying to salvage some of her dignity, she attempted to speak again but then Dr. Tsunade 'tsked' and promptly stopped her from speaking.

"Now as I was saying, I was not expecting this. I was not expecting the daughter of Haruno Rin to be such a stunning, young and intelligent woman." Smiling, she added, "I was a close friend of your mother's. She was such a sweet and sensible woman."

Sakura was now flushed in sheepish pleasure and was embarrassed for thinking that a bad remark had been made. What flustered her most was that her mother and father knew Dr. Tsunade but never mentioned her in their conversations, ever.

Finding nothing to say in return, Sakura snapped her jaw shut and promptly began to turn red in the face. Chuckling, Dr. Tsunade said, "You even act like her. It's a wonder why I had a feeling of nostalgia when you came in."

Turning business-like once more, Dr. Tsunade said seriously, "But that is not why I wish to speak with you. Your mother, you see, once had the dream of becoming an expert in the medical field such as yourself."

Sakura looked shocked for a moment but then covered up her pained expression by lowering her head. Dr. Tsunade made no movement to comfort her, but empathized within her mind. The death and loss of Haruno Rin was indeed a harsh impact to both of them, and speaking in such a manner of her was a grueling ordeal.

"She wished to save lives, for the sake of saving them the pain and suffering and to give them as many chances at life as they could. She believed in forgiveness and ultimately gave herself to the field of medicine."

Dr. Tsunade stood up from her chair and faced the opposing window. Sakura could not see her expression, but she had a feeling it was not one of a happy demeanor.

"In honor of your mother, I will ask of an offer—," She turned and looked at Sakura with a jaded eye, "—an offer of apprenticeship."

Before she could utter a remark, Dr. Tsunade continued, "If you do accept this offer, it will not be an easy journey, for I am certainly not the kindest of mentors, and my tutelage must be understood to the fullest. Yet I believe you have immense potential, however, if you do not accept—"

She paused.

"—then I have severely miscalculated your prowess, and will be sorrowfully disappointed. So, Haruno Sakura, make a choice."

Sakura remained unmoving and a few unshed tears rimmed her lashes. She slowly lifted her head up.

With a surprisingly calm and steadfast voice, she replied, "For the sake of my mother, and for myself, I do accept."

Dr. Tsunade expression was grim, that of one who was contemplating her thoughts, but then her mouth quirked upwards into a pleased smirk.

"Good, Haruno, your mother would have been proud. You may now call me Tsunade-sama. Your private lessons begin at 8:00 PM every other day. Do not tarry and do not be late. You shall also begin interning at the hospital under my wing during my shift, to get first-hand experience on how procedures follow. Now leave, I have much to do."

Sakura hastily stumbled out the door and bowed.

"A-arigato, Tsunade-sama."

Tsunade stern voiced sounded, "Oh yes, Haruno. Next time, don't be late."

As she shut the door behind her, she heaved a large sigh and slumped toward the ground. The brevity of their intense encounter was leaving Sakura shaken.

Yet Sakura smiled, because she fully understood Tsunade's concise words and behavior. She was just as Sakura was, in a rocky emotional state.

Still perturbed, Sakura nearly shambled out of the building and across the campus.

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Sakura was utterly bored to death and had no one to talk to, except her roommate, who was currently busy, and Neji, who she couldn't call since she lost her phone and wouldn't call, even if she could. Her only major class was extra, the tenketsu class, and was just for more experience. It only occurred three times a week and her other major classes were to begin next semester.

Just as she sighed and flipped over on her soft duvet, she heard the jangle of keys and saw Ino stepping out of the door, saying, "Hey Sakura-chan, I'm gonna go out to town now. I guess I'll be back around noon or so."

"Er…Ino-chan…do you mind if I come along with you?"

The pretty cerulean-eyed girl turned her head, with her platinum blonde hair swishing behind her in its high ponytail.

"Of course you can come Sakura-chan! In fact, I'm gonna give you a grand tour of Konoha! Besides, I need you to help me go man shopping—," Ino winked, "—if you know what I mean."

Genuinely alien from the concept of 'man shopping', Sakura just shrugged and nodded meekly. As long as she got out of the infernal hole called her 'dorm', she didn't care at the least.

Smiling, Ino grabbed Sakura by the arm and assertively pulled her down the stairs and into her car.

"We'll be going downtown first, to go man shopping. On the way, I tell you all the hot spots and where not to go."

Speeding precariously out of the parking lot, Ino babbled amiably as she explained certain landmarks and buildings to her.

This continued for the next thirty minutes, as they past by thousands of shops, boutiques, and clubs. Sakura nodded vigorously as she attempted to soak up all the information Ino was relaying to her.

How did Ino remember all these things?

"She talks too much…" Inner Sakura groaned.

Just as Sakura's head was about to explode from all the senseless chatter filling her head, Ino stopped the car and pulled Sakura out.

In front was a towering building that had the sign, 'Konoha International Mall' stamped out above the automatic plexiglas doors.

"C'mon Sakura-chan, its time to go man shopping!"

Ino led a wary Sakura into the building with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

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"Ooh that's really cute! No, that would look ever better!"

Ino was dragging a reluctant Sakura around the large, crowded mall pointing out every single item that she desired.

Sakura had never enjoyed the social types of environments and she did not want to start now. She felt awkward and nervous when she was in large crowds and felt slightly claustrophobic and faint.

Ino was certainly not making the situation any better, because she was forcing Sakura to go around, plunging into the large conglomerations of happy shoppers.

Breaking out of the stream of people, Sakura took a deep, relieved breath but was suddenly jerked into a large boutique. Around her was stocked with all the items a girl could dream of; skirts, shirts, shoes, make-up, earrings, necklaces, and so on and so forth.

Blushing as she realized she was standing around in the lingerie section, she moved to go to a less explicit department, but a stubborn Ino pulled her back and dragged her to a rack of lacy bras.

"Nuh-uh girlfriend, you are not going anywhere. Be grateful, 'cause I'm spending my day man-shopping for you!"

Sakura began to severely regret allowing Ino to drag her around, or even asking her to let her tag along for the day.

Pulling up her sleeves, Ino's face changed to grim determination and she began to briskly walk around the entire area, pulling off everything that would look nice on Sakura.

By the time she was done with picking lingerie, half the department was stripped clean and a frazzled Sakura was buried under the pile of lacy articles Ino had stocked onto her.

Taking on last glance around the meager section, she smiled a triumphant smile and dragged Sakura off to pick outfits.

Sakura, feeling awkward, apologetically dumped the lingerie onto a frightened saleswoman and asked her to keep it until they were done shopping.

As Ino expertly shifted through the rows of tops, her eyes would gleam at an occasion when she spotted the perfect tank top or a cute shirt.

Feeling insignificant by Ino's ardor for shopping, Sakura wrung her hands together in a nervous fashion and mumbled, "Er, Ino-chan…what exactly is man shopping?"

Stopping her shopping tirade to shoot Sakura an incredulous look, she snatched a few more shirts off the near-bare rack before turning to Sakura to give her an exasperated sigh.

"It seems you have a lot to learn." Lifting her finger up, she stated, "There are two parts to man shopping. Listen carefully while I finish picking out the rest of the outfits.

Resuming her activities once more, she quickly moved onto the bottoms and swooped along that department as well, as if she were an evil shopping hurricane, sucking everything within her reach into her arms. Or Sakura's tired arms.

Absent-mindedly, she explained, "The first part to man shopping is this. You go and buy every single item that would impress a man. The fundamentals to this is to grab everything that would look good on you, though you have to do your homework and know your sizes before you attempt to do this, or else it'll take hours to find the perfect fit."

Sakura was perplexed at Ino's verbose explanation on how to shop. It was as if she were reading off a manual on how to buy clothing.

Shifting through the stacks of shoes, Ino grabbed what she needed and promptly stashed them onto Sakura, who in turn, gave the objects to the growing number of saleswomen who were collapsing under the burden of items.

Leading Sakura into a dressing room, she spoke before she shut the door on her face, leaving her with a plethora of clothing to try on.

"And the best part is, you get to try on the outfits and I get to judge!"

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Sakura had already gone through one hundred and thirty some outfits and she was begin to drastically tire. Ino was apparently elated at mixing and matching, and seemed to be having a blast.

Voice slightly muffled through the door, Sakura spoke wearily, "Ino-chan, am I actually going to buy all these clothes?"

Gleefully, Ino shouted, "Of course! You're going to buy everything, even if you don't like it! You need a wardrobe upgrade!

A pause was heard and then Sakura abruptly stuck her head out of the door.

"Wait! If I'm going to buy all these clothes, then why do I need to try them on?"

Ino replied as if it were the most obvious thing of all. "Well I have to make sure you wear the utmost, perfect outfit for the second part of man shopping. Duh, Sakura-chan!"

Grumbling profusely, Sakura complied and walked out in another outfit. Waiting three seconds at most, Sakura turned around to change into another set of clothing when Ino yelled, "Stop!"

Confused, Sakura spun around to face the blonde and asked wildly, "What? What's wrong!?"

"Stand right where you are."

Uncertain, but glad she could take a break, Sakura stood as still as a statue until Ino finished scrutinizing her.

Squinting her eyes as if in intense concentration, Ino placed her finger on her chin and stared at Sakura. Suddenly, as if an epiphany hit her, she smiled and exclaimed, "That's perfect!"

Sakura, still frazzled by changing into so many different sets of clothes, was immensely relived when she heard Ino's forgiving words.

"So I can take these off and we can finally go?" Sakura asked hopefully.

"Nope! You're going to buy everything; but you're going to wear that outfit as well. You'll find out soon why."

Sakura looked down at the clothes she was wearing and blushed slightly. Her garb consisted of an excruciatingly tight tube top that was striped, alternating colors of jade green and white. She was wearing an explicit white skirt that was on the borderline of decency.

Overall, her outfit was simply put, skimpy. Protesting almost pleadingly, Sakura said, "Ino-chan! I can't wear this…this thing! It's too embarrassing to wear in public!"

With fire and zeal in her eyes for her accomplishment, Ino didn't hear a word Sakura said and pulled her along to purchase all the items.

Sakura had to pay for the outfit at the counter while she was still wearing it, and she found that a few male passerby's were scanning her with a lecherous eye through the store window.

Groaning, Sakura dragged along her many shopping bags while trying to follow Ino, who was a very fast walker, over the heads of thousands of other blondes.

Losing sight of her every so often, Sakura didn't pay attention to where she was going and constantly crashed into others, causing them to turn their heads at the pink-headed oblivious beauty.

Unaware of the commotion she was causing, Sakura finally caught up with Ino and found her sitting serenely at a small circular table in the food court, sipping a strawberry frappuchino.

When Ino saw a bedraggled Sakura approach, she raised her eyebrow inquisitively and inquired impatiently, "Where were you? I've been waiting for three minutes already. Put away those bags and sit down. It's time to initiate part two of man shopping."

Sakura sweatdropped and sat down beside Ino. "So what's part two goin—"

Ino pulled out a purple megaphone and shouted, "Anyone who wants to go out with my friend here, come and line up here!"

Ino turned and whispered, "Sit up straight Sakura and look sharp. This is part two, the 'man hunting' of the man shopping."

Grinning, Ino turned and posed in a ladylike manner and waited for about two seconds. It was recording timing, because within those two seconds, an extremely long line of men of all sorts had formed.

Taken aback by the amount of men that was willing to wait in line, Sakura shrunk into her seat and began to plan her escape.

"Maybe if I run that way…then I can jump over that railing and make my way toward the local bus…and I'll be home free…but wait…Ino-pig will catch me in a second…" Inner Sakura plotted deviously.

Reluctantly, she turned to face the man in front of her and plastered on the fakest, sweet smile she could muster.

"It'll be quicker and painless if I cooperate…" Inner Sakura mentally agreed.

Ino peered at the man uncertainly and asked, "How old are you?"

The wrinkled, white-haired man smiled and displayed his set of yellowing, missing teeth. Ino wrinkled her nose in displeasure and she cut him off quickly.

"I'm eighty thr—"

"Next!"

The process repeated and though this whole procedure was for Sakura's sake, she merely speculated the whole time. It was actually quite amusing and Sakura found herself cracking up in giggles, man after man.

There was…what you would call…a large variety of people that wanted to woo Sakura. Geeks, jocks, little boys, old pedophiles, clean cut business men, hicks, and just the average hormonal teenagers.

Ino was certainly taking this very seriously, for she would shoot Sakura wary glances after she began erupt with giggles.

After interviewing a few more grimy and disturbing men, Ino rubbed her temples in frustration and said to Sakura, "I need to chocolatize my frustrations away. I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up and I'm gonna grab some sweets for a short break. Stay here and take care of the men. And DON'T scare them away."

Inner Sakura dancing with jubilation, Sakura was preoccupied with her thoughts and she absent mindedly nodded.

"Now I can sneak away while she's busy!"

Just as Sakura heaved up her bags in her arms, she heard familiarly loud voice ringing through the air.

"Sakura-chan! It's me, Naruto!"

The handsome blonde jumped up in front of her, waving his arms wildly in greeting and excitement. Laughing nervously, she attempted to scoot away but Naruto obscured her path.

"Kuso! Guess I'm going to have to deal with him before I try to leave." She cursed her mind.

Looking at where Ino was, she calculated in her mind how long it would take for her to return and decided that she would have to make it quick. Ino was waiting impatiently in line to grab to chocolates and drink.

Sitting primly in her seat, she smiled at Naruto and said, "So Naruto…why do you want to date me?"

The blonde cocked his head and mused. He suddenly exclaimed, "Because I love Sakura-chan!"

Eye twitching in annoyance, Sakura bonked the hyped boy over the head and said, "What kind of reason is that?"

Rubbing his head, Naruto whined. "Owwww! Sakura-chan, you hit like a gorilla!"

Patience snapping, Sakura said through gritted teeth, "Naruto, what did you say?"

Noticing her deadly glare and tone, Naruto attempted to reconcile. "Ah, I said you are as…beautiful as a gorilla!"

Realizing his menial error, he choked up his words once more and added, "I'm sorry Sakura-chan! I'll take you on a date right now if you forgive me!"

Sakura was about to crush Naruto but then she caught herself.

"If he takes me on a date…then I can get out of here!" Inner Sakura snickered deviously and did a victory dance.

Dolling herself up quickly, she flashed a row of coruscating teeth at the cowering blonde and said sweetly, "Of course I forgive you!"

His terrified expression switched from relief to sheer happiness. "Really Sakura-chan? C'mon lets get out of here!"

Allowing Naruto to grab all her bags, she stood up and at that moment, Ino came bounding back, appearing rejuvenated.

"Sakura-chan, where do you think you're going?" Ino interjected.

Sakura pointed to Naruto and said strangely pleasantly, "I found someone. Thanks Ino, for man shopping for me! You should go and enjoy yourself, I mean, go flirt with some cute guys. I think I saw some over there."

Ino immediately whipped her head toward the direction Sakura had pointed out and her eyes glinted. She noticed the group of boys fooling around, obviously trying to get girls attentions.

It was definitely working on Ino and she instantly primped herself up, smoothing down her skirt and checking out her flawless face in a compact mirror.

Snapping the item shut, she spun around to Sakura and said cheerily, "Thanks Sakura-chan! I was getting so tired of talking to those sick perverted bastards anyways."

Pulling her purple megaphone out again, she yelled, "Scram! My friend has a guy so get out of here!"

Satisfied with the dispersing line of disappointed men, she sauntered, with hips swaying, over to the group of guys that were now eyeing her like a piece of meat in a butcher shop.

Sighing in relief, Sakura laughed slightly at Ino's swingy behavior. She proceeded to follow an elated Naruto to his car in the basement parking lot.

"Yay! Sakura-chan's going on a date with me!"

Sakura reprimanded Naruto and bonked him on head once more, saying, "Naruto you baka! Don't tell the whole world!"

As Naruto attempted to stuff all the bags into the small trunk of his black Porsche Carrera GT, he asked inquisitively, "Sakura-chan? Why do you have so many bags of clothes?"

Sakura groaned slightly and muttered, "Long story Naruto. Just don't ask."

Just as Sakura and Naruto settled themselves onto the plush, leather seats, a dark baritone voice cut through.

"Dobe, wait up."

Sakura turned to face the ominous figure of Sasuke, who was looking over her as if she didn't exist.

He abruptly flicked his cool onyx glaze towards her and said coldly, "Hn. It's you."

Annoyed and outraged by his rude behavior, Sakura growled and shot back with heavy sarcasm, "Well it's nice to see you too, Sasuke-san"

Naruto broke through the tension by yelling loudly like the idiot he was. "Hurry up and get in the car teme! I'm taking Sakura-chan on a date!"

Wordlessly, Sasuke stepped into the back seat and arranged himself comfortably, putting on a pair of expensive looking shades. He gave off vibes of a cold, scary feeling and Sakura shivered for a moment.

Well, he was certainly dressed like his aura. He wore a black polo and a pair of dark designer men jeans and he had a single ear piercing which had a small diamond adorning it. It was relatively simple yet expensive and stylish.

"Well, someone has good taste, because I know that he certainly doesn't pick out his own clothes." Inner Sakura mused, "But he looks HOT!"

Sakura grimaced for a moment and was thinking of strangling her Inner Self.

"Haha, you can't kill me or else you'd be killing yourself!" Inner Sakura taunted.

Ignoring the lewd remarks from her Inner Self, she began to study the two men that she was currently riding with.

Naruto certainly a sun compared to Sasuke, who was very mellow and phlegmatic. He even dressed the polar opposite of Sasuke. He wore a bright orange shirt that complimented the light washed ripped jeans he wore. His bright yellow hair reminded her of the sun's glare during midday and his overall look made her squint slightly.

Suddenly, Sasuke's brooding voice pervaded her thoughts.

"Dobe, how can you be taking her on a date if I'm coming along?"

Naruto let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed his head sheepishly before replying, "Hehe whoops, I didn't think of that. Sorry 'bout that Sakura-chan, I forgot that teme over there was riding the car with me."

Sakura smiled and replied, "It's ok Naruto, I don't mind that much."

In fact, it was a relief to Sakura because she had never really intended to actually go out on a date with the happy blonde. She was just desperate to get out of the clutches of Ino. It made it easier for both of them and she appreciated Sasuke's presence for once.

She felt bad for using Naruto, but she figured that he would understand and that there would be no hard feelings. Besides, if he harbored any sort of feelings for her, it would probably be a small crush.

Turning in the seat to face Naruto, Sakura asked, "So where are we going?"

Sakura felt the least she could do was go along with wherever Naruto was taking her instead of asking him to drop her off at her dorm.

"Ask the teme."

Reluctantly, Sakura turned around and asked Sasuke, almost sullenly. "Sasuke-san, where are we going?"

Grunting, he said, "Shooting range."

Naruto gave Sasuke a scandalous look before apologetically saying, "Sorry Sakura-chan. Sasuke-teme's pick today."

Sakura was merely indifferent about this development and smiled.

"Actually, that's perfect. Perfectly fine."

Naruto threw her a confused look before continuing his steering. Most girls would throw a fit or get pissed off, screaming about how stupid and unromantic that would be.

Puzzled but thankful she did not have a hissy fit, Naruto just drove on silently, veering sharply on the worn curb.

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A/N: Okay, fourth chapter is done! I seem to having a lot of ideas about this story so it may continue on for many chapters. I might even consider doing a sequel, so you never know

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