I'm sooooo sorry I took so long putting this out! I had a show choir competition (which my choir won, go us.) and I also had many essays to write and many projects to do. And because I am so sorry, I have written you (the readers and reviewers) a beautiful story at the end of this chapter about a pink unicorn named Charles.
As Sakura and Hinata ran down the hall, fearful for their lives, Hinata suddenly remembered Sakura's leg cracking last night. "N-n-ne Sakura-chan? Didn't I break your leg?" She stuttered out while silently cursing her choice in shoes today.
"Nani? You broke it?! No wonder why my other shoe wouldn't fit!" She replied as she ran down the hall as fast as she could with her limp and one shoe on her foot and the other in her hand.
"S-Shouldn't you be in excruciating pain right now?" Hinata incredulously pondered aloud.
"High pain tolerance; one of the reasons the company recruited me." Sakura replied as she limped down the stairs as quickly as possible with a broken leg and one shoe on, "I'll just get it checked out at the medical center when we get there."A loud whistle sang through the air as Sakura attempted to hail a cab, causing three cabs to stop near the pair for the sultry woman with an injury. The flustered pair speedily climbed in the cab as Sakura cried, "Meridian and 82nd; please hurry." The taxi sped off, cutting of a number of cars in the process; a miracle in its self that they didn't get into an accident just pulling out into traffic.
Sasuke had heard that some spies liked to take souvenirs of the person after they successfully killed them. He was currently reclined in a plush chair in a darkly lit room while his cold calculating eyes glanced over every item, evaluating what could have very well been one of the aforementioned. His gaze landed on a large meticulous looking ship sitting in the middle of a high shelf on a very masculine book case. From the dark varnished wooden hull and canvas sails to the little glass portholes, the ship looked sea-worthy, if only it were about one hundred times larger and not in a glass bottle. Sasuke didn't understand why people felt a need to collect these items; after all, collections of this sort could get a man killed.
A door slammed as an old man walked into the room yelling at whoever was on the phone, "I don't care if you think it's crude and perverted! I want it published and I know many ways to render a man useless if you get my meaning! Go to an adult book publisher?! Why I…wait, actually that's a good idea." He snapped his phone closed with a click and whirled around. "I suppose you're here to see me about when you meet your partner?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow and replied with his trademark neutral phase: hn. "I'll take that as a yes. You're suppose to meet the two…very nice…ladies today. They should be arriving at any minute."
Once again the door burst open, revealing…Shikamaru? A sigh seemed to ooze from the walls of the room, and clear disappointment written on Jiraiya's face. "Were you expecting someone else?"
"You're late!" Barked Jiraiya, still annoyed it wasn't the 'nice girls'. Shikamaru slunk into the room, muttering something along the lines of troublesome mornings.
Tsunade took a swing of the large bottle in her hand; the clear liquid sloshing to either side of the bottle. A harried young woman gently pleaded with her to stop drinking being as it was about 8:30 in the morning. "Please Tsunade-sama! At least wait until after lunch!"
"Nonsense!" she exclaimed, taking another swing of the bottle, "Now where are those damn girls? I told them to be here 30 minutes ago!"
The door flew open as a blue-headed girl lunged in and a pink-haired girl hobbled in a few minutes later "Thanks for waiting for me, Hinata!" Sakura shot off as soon as she caught up to the blue-haired girl, panting slightly.
"G-gomene, b-but y-you were taking t-too long!"
"Girls, would you care to explain why the hell you were so late?! And what the hell happened to your leg, Sakura?!" Both newcomers looked to the ground sheepishly as Sakura began to rub her arm.
"Well, you see, Hinata and I kind of, sort of, slept in? And Hinata and I greet each other roughly?"
"So basically Hinata kicked your ass after you attacked her and then you forgot to tell her about today's meeting?"
"If you want to put it so bluntly…" A large sigh escaped the slightly inebriated woman.
"You have a meeting with Jiraiya, or should I say, your new boss for the next few months. You two should go see TenTen to receive your weapons for this mission."
"Weapons?" Sakura asked, stumped at the inconsideration of the other company, "Shouldn't the other agency be providing weapons?"
"Well, they're an all male agency so they don't have the correct armor for you two as well as the fact that I'm assigning you two a mission on top of whatever missions Jiraiya gives you two."
"This mission would be…"
"I want you two girls to spy on that agency. Gather information about the agency, blue prints, you know the deal. Report your findings to me at the end of each week you're with him."
"Hai." Both female spies replied dutifully before heading towards the large double door to go see TenTen.
"Oh! And Sakura?" Tsunade asked as the cotton candy haired girl stuck her head around the corner, her face shining with hope that maybe Tsunade made a mistake and she was to jetted off to a mission somewhere far away from here.
"Yes?"
"Stop by the nurses' station to get your leg fixed."
"Hai, Tsunade-sama." She glumly replied before ducking out of the office. Tsunade smirked and went to take another swing of her Sake, only to realize she was out.
"Shizune!" Tsunade called to her secretary who had at one point of time snuck out of her office.
"Hai! What is it?"
"I've run out of Sake; get me more." Tsunade demanded, starting to frown at the bottle that was devoid of any alcohol whatsoever.
"Hai." Shizune heaved a huge sigh. She had a feeling today was the beginning of a very long day.
"So in conclusion, I need you two to report whatever the two ladies are doing at all times. Whether they're taking a shower or eating a cookie, I want to know." He paused for a moment, seeming to be in deep thought. "Actually, especially if they're taking a shower; it could be good material for my book."
"Ch, dirty old man: get someone else to do your work."
"But you two are spies if this should be easy for anyone, it should be you two!"
Shikamaru just stared at the old perverted man, who was still half in a state of dreaming, yawned and said, "When are we meeting them anyways?"
A long pause followed the question, seeing as it was directed to the old man who was now totally in a dreamland involving many naked girls showering in the same shower.
"They were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago." An emotionless voice answered.
"How troublesome."
Charles the Pink Unicorn and His Splendiferous Adventure:
Once upon a time in a land forgotten by most and where many creatures, believed mythical to us, roamed as free as the birds in the sky lived a pink unicorn named Charles. Charles was a unicorn who enjoyed structured life. He did not like rainbows, nor did he enjoy pots of gold, and, if he could, he would wear a tan colored sweater vest over a crisp white dress shirt. Charles' home was always neatly organized; everything had a place, and everything was in its place. However, Charles had a fetish, a pile fetish. If there was ever a group of papers or books lying willy-nilly on the floor, Charles would have to put it into a neatly organized pile with the largest on the bottom. One day as he walked through the forest, Charles came across a bunch of papers, scattered about the ground, all willy-nilly. Above the papers rested a sign, loudly proclaiming in large font "DO NOT TOUCH THE PAPERS!" Charles couldn't stand it! He had to fix the papers. Sweat began to form on his brow as he debated about what to do. To pile, or not to pile, that was the question! Charles' pile fetish won out. He reached towards the pile very slowly and gently touched a paper. He scooted it in with the rest of them when suddenly a blur sped out of the forest and knocked him over!
"CAN'T CHU READ FOO?! THE SIGN SAYS 'DO. NOT. TOUCH!' THAT MEANS DO. NOT. TOUCH!" The blur then proceeded to beat Charles relentlessly, for one should not touch what one is told not to touch.
I am so proud of myself, my story had a morel. That was written on Friday night as my parents yelled at me to go to bed because I had to be up at 4 AM to get to school to get on the bus, and I don't sleep well with curlers in my hair. Um, I guess it's reviewer time.
eight88: Do you like the number 8? It would seem so. Thank you for the comment, and I agree. It's pretty wicked. And I just had to let Hinata kick Sakura's gluteus maximus.
tehcrazykatlady: Yes, I enjoyed that part too. Sasuke is just so egotistical. And yes, if you say it, it must be true! Chicken soup? I'll have to go make some. Tetanus shots seem like a good idea, thanks. Hats are rather devious. I mean, just look at Meet the Robinsons. Didn't that hat try to take over the world?
Show.Me.The.Stars: Now your name is reminding me of 'Show me the money!" I think I might be putting off the difficulty of making them meet. How lazy of me. And yes, the other day I said something and someone threatened to beat me. Then again, it was my friend so she might have been joking. Maybe. (And I like anou sa too!)
Runjumpfly07: Um…thanks for pointing out that Sakura should have a broken foot. Really, I wouldn't have realized it. I go to school from 7:35 to 2:05 on Wednesdays; however I normally go from 7:35 to 2:50 on normal days, so only a 45 minute difference.
MoonIdiot: huggles you backI flippin' love your emails. Don't wait too long! Your eyes might die…
theInnocent1: Sasuke? Traumatized? Never! hides Sasuke's twitching knocked out body in closet and Beating people is the best way to un-traumatize people!
