Note: I do not own any of the Naruto charachters, they respectively belong to Masashi Kishimoto. The story does belong to me though. This does contain some sexual themes so please if you know whats best for you please skip the italicised print. Thank-you.
Chapter 4: Partners
"Sakura-chan? Hey I'm glad you're awake now." I could hear Naruto say. My eyes fluttered open to see myself in my bedroom. Softly, touching my forehead I could feel bandages, and I winced in pain.
"here, don't do that Shizune-sensei* told me to take care of you." naruto said sitting next to me on my bed.
"Oh, thanks." I said as I stretched to get the kinks out of my back. Looking down at my body to check for bruises or to see if Itachi mashed me to pulp, I was wearing very revealing lingerine, with cherry designs. I gasped and looked at Naruto.
"It's what sensei* ordered." He said as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his well toned chest, he let his shirt drop to my floor. He got on top of me and whispered in my ear, "Just what sensei* ordered."
My eyes shot open and I sprung up and screamed ,"Naruto!" Slowly I realized I was in the nurses office and Ino, Sai, Sasuke, Itachi (who looked very annoyed), Ten Ten, and Naruto were around my bed.
"Thank-god! You're not a vegetable!" Ino said as she hugged my body, which felt like a big bruise.
"Huh?" I grunted. "What happened?"
"Kiba passed the ball to you and then Itachi tripped and fell on top of you." Ten Ten said. I caught the ball? Were we playing basketball? Itachi fell on top of me? I was so confused.
"Do you remember any of it?" Sasuke asked concerened. I shut my eyes and tried to remonise. Nothing, I couldn't remember anything other than the vivid dream about Naruto. Wait, I dreamt about Naruto! I could feel my face get hot.
"Why didga' yell Naruto's name when you woke up 'eh Sakura, were you dreaming about him?" Ino said, as if she just read my mind.
"No!" I shot back, trying my best to hide my feelings.
"You so were having a perverted dream about him!" Ino said clasping her hands together. I glanced over at Naruto, who was obviously blushing but, didn't want to partake in this conversation.
"Oh that's right, I do rememeber now!" I said recalling what happened in the morning. They all looked at me and waited for something to spill the beans.
"I remember meeting this really scary, perverted dude name Jiraya-"
"You met Jiraya!?" Naruto yelled.
"Yes."
"He's the vice principal and he's such a pervert. He didn't touch you right?" Naruto asked as his open hands became two, tight fists.
"No, no I was saved by a lady with really big breasts."
"Tsunade." They all said in unison.
"Well at least you remember fragments, and we don't have to do the seniors shouji*." Sasuke said, giving his older brother a wide, happy grin.
"Heh." Itachi said as he stood up and angrily walked out of the room.
"We all need to go to chemistry now, so lets have you lover walk you romantically, and alone to class." Ino said grabbing Sai's hand.
"Wait what?" Naruto said. They all left the room leaving me with Naruto, having no choice but him walking me to our next class. My uniform was already on me so he got a pass from shizune-sensei* and he helped carry my bag.
We walked together silently to my locker. My hands felt weak and my body felt as if it would turn to melted mochi*. Slowly I turned the nob to each number of my combonation until my locker opened with a click. I grabbed my chemistry binder along with my Japanese, and history binders, and put it into my bad, which was still swung around Naruto's shoulder.
"Thank-you Naruto." i said as I looked up at him. He was much taller than me, by a foot at least.
"For what?" He asked, confused.
"For everything." I grabbed his hand, not in a romantic way, but so I could walk without wobboling over. His palm instantly became hot and sweaty. Guy hormones.
Naruto opened the door to the chemistry room and he gave me my bag. He then put our pass onto the teachers main desk.
"You can actually be kind Uzumaki-kun, how sweet." Sensei said as he turned around. He looked almost god like with his long black hair, vibrant green eyes and hhis pale skin tone. It's as if he belonged in some sort of fairytale*. The man also, almost looked snake like, which justified his name which was Orochimaru. Sensei wore black slacks, and a black button up shirt along with a red tie.
"Yes, I can be nice." Naruto said sitting down in his seat next to Sasuke. I took mine next to Ino because Sai got in some sort of trouble and had to sit next to Chouji.
Orochimaru-sensei went back to his lesson and Ino began to write little notes in my notebook like she usually did. Sensei has a thing for women with attitudes. She wrote.
?
It's rumored that he and Tsunade have a thing.
What kind of thing? I wrote, confused of what "thing" meant. The statemeant was too blunt.
A sexuall relationship dummy! She wort back and then gave me one of her 'I Really Needed To Explain That To You' look.
Really!?
Yep. Like secret lovers or something. It's also rumored that they have a secret love child too.
Liar.I wrote, being lovers I could understand but, Tsunade-sama didn't seem like the women who would have any kids.
Its a rumor so, idunno.
Yeah.
But they are definitely partners. Ino wrote back.
Orochimaru-sensei began to write notes on the chalkboard, his hand writing was neat and crisp. I couldn't picture him with the Principal but, I could see the principal and the vice as partners. Would I fall in love one day? Would I get married, or have a secret lover that would be my partner? It was all so confusing but, everything is okay in the end, if it's not okay, it's not the end.
Translation Note:(*) -sensei can mean teacher, but it also means doctor, for this chapter the second reading is used - .
mochi- its a Japanese treat, which is icecream covered in bean paste. It's delicious!
Fairytale- The Story of the Gallant Jirayais an old Japanese fairytale including Tsunade, Orochimaru and Jiraya. Go look it up on .com.
And yes, I added some OroTsu because I love the couple to death, yes my second favorite couple next to NaruSaku so I had to put it in my fanfiction.