Another short one, I promise, Ill get a longer one out soon, its just these are so much fun!

Well, lets say the italicized and sort of a naration by sakura.

Grey's Anatomy, thank you for the inspirations. I love your pointless banter!

In the hospital, time loses all meaning. In the midst of sutures, and saving lives... the clock ceases to matter. 15 minutes... 15 hours, inside the hospital, the best surgeons make time fly. Outside the field, however, time takes pleasure in kicking our asses. For even the strongest of us, it seems to play tricks. Slowing down... hovering... until it freezes. Leaving us stuck in a moment, unable to move in one direction or the other

Sakura slowly stumbled from the hospital doors into the cool, open night. Most would intake the air, and sigh loudly and claim that they were glad to be away from work. Most would run home to a loved one, and fix dinner and wash the dishes and do all that load of garbage that women tend to do. But most people, are not Sakura Haruno.

Her aqua eyes danced over the late night street and its empty, lifeless being, ready to devour the medical ninja with no mercy. That is, until they fell upon the road's only streetlamp, giving light to a small, occupied bench huddled in front of her work. Lips curling into an aggravated snarl, she began scuffing towards the bench, swaying a bit from the 26 hour shift she just pulled, tongue flicking over her lips. Sakura's fist reared its ugly face and came down fast.

Instead of connecting with the skull, it connected with the soft flesh of his hand, her intended blow ripped mid-air from its flight. Growling, she stomped the ground with her foot, putting a good indent and crack in the earth.

"Hello Sakura-chan, Bad day at work?" His eyes were closed, ANBU mask sitting defiantly on his stomach. Slitting a lid, she shuddered as his array of sky blue orbs began taunting her idly, a bit seductively to the playful nature of the person before her.

"Why are you here"

He sat up and stretched, his hand still gently grasping her wrist.

" I was a jerk, Sometimes best friends can be jerks, but that doesn't mean you stop talking to them"

There was a pregnant pause, before he cocked his head to the side, pursing his lips together softly.

"You get that I'm saying sorry right?"

Sakura eyed him wearily, his coy antics plucking her strings with delicate movements, and touches.

"You yelled at me, then walked away, and now you show up here…"

"Of course I showed up here" He interrupted "Why wouldn't I? You don't trust me Sakura-chan?"

"I do" She shifted, moving to his left side and sitting down defeated.

"Good, because its not good to be untrustworthy of your knight in shining armor"

She felt a smile creep onto her lips before she nudged him playfully

"I'm a Surgeon, a medical Ninja, a doctor, the best in the world, I'm the one that does the rescuing. Your not my knight in shining whatever"

"Comon' lets go home before the dinner I cooked gets tired of being reheated."

"You have your own place you know, you could go there, and not cook me dinner. Your always here, always there, all the time, always saying things."

" If I didn't cook, you'd starve"

"I have cereal"

Standing, she began the trek home, leaving him scrambling after her in a flurry of movement.

" Wait, Wait, I have a mission tomorrow, and your couch is comfy, and for the record, I am your knight in shining whatever"

Sakura made a noise, that sounded similar to air being let out of a tire.

"Aw common', This Sakura, what we have, its forever, That's my bench, that's from now on, and you can expect it, trust me to be there, 'cus I'm ganna show up, every time. Even if I yell, or you yell, I'm always ganna show up."

She paused in her steps, and turned to face him with an emotionless glare, reaching up, she fixed the collar on his vest and sighed.

Smiling, she reached for his hand. "Comon' Naruto, lets go home"

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping.

And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.

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