No more Pantene Pro-V for you.

Sakura at seventeen years old could comfortably say life was pretty good at the moment. She was still training under the legendary sannin, Tsunade to become a qualified medic nin. Team seven after several years of being disbanded, had finally reformed, upon the return of the original third member. Being surrounded by friends and enjoying her training, Sakura found nothing could dampen her spirit.

At times like this, when everything just seemed to work, it is easy to fall in to a state of elated happiness. The symptoms of such include, giddy squeals, fast hand clapping, bouncing up and down, grins that are the width of the entire face and an impervious attitude to all things black. However individual results may vary. A symptom unique to Sakura was the tendency to take the piss out of Pantene ads in the mirror and then fall into a fit of giggles at the sheer stupidity of it all.

And that was what she was doing at the very moment.

Having woken up a little later than usual, Sakura had hopped into the shower, and was now wrapped in towel, brushing her short hair. She could already tell today was going to be, yet another great day. She had plans to meet her team for a training session and then maybe if she could persuade them all, a late lunch at Ichiraku. Once she got Naruto onside, convincing, or more accurately, wearing down Kakashi and Sasuke shouldn't be too difficult.

Feeling an oncoming rush of giddiness, Sakura smiled at her reflection in the mirror and started flicking her hair over each shoulder several times, in perfect imitation of the models on the television. Then before she dissolved into laughter, she said in a mock-serious tone, "Because you're worth it!"

And that was all it took for the laughter to take over.

Finally quietening down, she finished brushing her hair and set the brush on the counter. Only then did she notice that there was an odd draft coming through the room. I didn't think I left the door open…….

Turning around to check, she immediately let out a gasp and her hands shot to her towel to keep it in place. Because there standing in her bathroom doorway, was Sasuke Uchiha, with the biggest smirk she'd ever seen. That look along told her he had seen everything, and she was never going to live it down.

Crap.

Usually Sakura was pretty good under pressure, coming up with some plausible excuses when necessary, some how though, something told her, no matter what she said now, nothing was going to get her out of this tight spot.

Smirk in place, Sasuke took to folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. He reeked of smug superiority.

"I'm not sure it's safe to ask, but what were you doing?" he asked.

Sakura forgot her embarrassment and narrowed her eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"You're late. It was my turn to come and find out why."

"You could have waited outside." She said.

Sasuke's smirk, if at all possible, only widened. "I would have missed the show. Great hair flick by the way."

Sakura scowled at him. "Shut it, emo boy."

"Emo boy?" Sasuke repeated, raising an eyebrow, "I must have hit a nerve."

"Be as smug as you want, I'll kick your ass in training."

"Is it because 'you're worth it?" he mocked.

Sakura only threw her hair brush at him and told him to get out.

When Sakura finally emerged from the bathroom, Sasuke was no where insight. It was a safe bet that the others already knew.

All it took, upon arriving, was one quick glance at each of their faces, to confirm her worst fears. There really was no chance of forgetting it now.

Naruto was the first to speak, and with a big grin on his face, he asked, "Hey Sakura-chan, do you think I could be a Pantene model too?"

"As if dobe, they'd want people to watch the commercial, not change channels," said Sasuke, then looked at Sakura, with yet another smirk, "Besides, you don't stand a chance against Sakura's hair toss, she's been practising. Haven't you Sakura?"

Sakura scowled at him. Again. She was about to give him a biting comment when, Kakashi spoke. "Hey, what about my hair toss?" He gave an exaggerated sweep of the head and shook his messy silver hair out, acting as if it was a yard long.

This earned a roar of laughter from Naruto and quiet chuckle from Sasuke.

"So do I make the cut?" he asked again, with an eye crinkle.

Sakura seethed at them all. "I hate you all."