Chapter Seven: Girl's Night Out

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Naruto! This is a revision due to my inadvertently adding Momo when she's already dead. My deepest apologies.

"Sakura! Let's go grab some ramen!" Naruto suggested, tugging her shirt.

"Sorry, Naruto, but I have a date already." She replied.

"With who?!" He demanded, swearing the Quincy's head was his.

"Rangiku, Yoruichi, and Soi Fong."

"The...the Reapers?" He blanched.

She nodded, pulling away and waving, promising they would get together soon.

"So, girls, ready?" Rangiku asked as she stepped up to them. She had given up her Shinigami attire for a much more casual pair of jeans and a pink top that showed off enough of her cleavage to be intriguing and tasteful.

Soi Fong, having taken down her hair and pulled it back into a plain ponytail for once, nodded. She had chosen a set of capris and a halter top that showed off her lithe arms. Yoruichi--odd girl out--had decided to relax as well--I mean, it had been over one hundred and fifty years since they had seen her. (Remember, time in Seireitei passes differently than it does in Konoha.) Electing to keep her pants but had given up the lower leg wrapping and sandals in favor of some low heels. She had also given up her orange cover-up and was wearing a very simple black shirt.

Sakura had taken after them and was wearing a pair of jeans and a strapless silver shirt that hugged her in all the right places.

"Whenever you are." Sakura replied with a smirk.

"Then let's get going!" The Lieutenant replied.

Yoruichi and Soi Fong nodded in agreement.

The bright lights of the nightclub were slightly overpowering at first. But that didn't stop the Reapers from marching straight onto the dance floor.

"I think I'm going to like Konoha." Rangiku smirked as she danced back-to-back with Sakura.

"I know I do." The kunoichi replied.

"They have great daiquires." She added, knowing Rangiku was an avid drinker.

"Be back soon." Rangiku said.

Giggling slighly, Sakura went to find Soi Fong and Yoruichi.

The door opened with a resounding crack almost an hour later and several more girls stepped in. But they already acted like they owned the place--with an exasperated sigh, Sakura moaned, "Great...Ami..." The girl who had tormented a young Haruno in her very first days as a kunoichi had never grown out of her bitch phased...in fact, she had gotten worse. After she and her posse had dropped out of the Academy, they had gone on to become Konoha's best dancers...or so they thought everytime they flaunted their moves in a room of men.

"Haruno." Ami sneered, the facial grimace distorting her otherwise beatiful features.

"Good day to you, too." Sakura shot back.

"Shouldn't you be out sleeping with someone for recon?"

"I would except you had gotten there first." Sakura shrugged.

"You little..." Ami hissed.

"Hey!" Rangiku stepped in, "If you wanna settle this, we'll do it like ladies: On the dance floor."

Ami laughed in amusement. "Ten minutes. Prepare to lose." And with that she brushed against Rangiku, pushing her aside with her shoulder.

"Are you sure about this?" Yoruichi asked, double checking that they each knew what to do.

"One-hundred percent." Rangiku assured her.

"Alright." Soi Fong said, excited.

Ami sauntered over, swinging her hips so exaggeratedly that it was embarrassing to watch, "Ready?"

"Anytime you are." Sakura replied, pulling her hair back into a sloppy bun.

Not do be outdone, Ami pulled her's back--but far from displaying the grace that came naturally to Sakura, the movement somehow incorporated her hips and stomach so she looked like she was attempting to thrust herself against the counter.

Stifling their laughter, Sakura's group--composed of Rangiku and herself--faced down Ami's crew of three. (Neither Soi Fong nor Yoruichi could preform the dance--they would be ready at the side lines should Ami or her friends try anything under-handed...like tripping someone--a feat they were so well known for that entire clubs cleared out when they walked in.

"At your ready." Sakura smirked.

Ami scowled, snapping her fingers to cue her dancers.

They spiraled off to the side while Ami threw her hair back and went through a basic set of movements. shooting Sakura a particularly nasty glare when it was their turn to respond.

Sakura nodded, allowing Rangiku to fall in behind her as they fell into the beat.

A quick count put Sakura and Rangiku ahead by three points. (The bar owner kept tally for them--he was a neutral third party, after all.)

Sneering, Ami began to fall into more complicated patters--all of which Sakura and Rangiku could one-up her on.

"That's it," Ami said, snapping her fingers, "Routine Alpha."

"It's a dance, Ami, not a mission code." Sakura smirked.

Glaring, Ami selected her music and began: Even Sakura had to admit that for someone so clumsy, she could dance. But she and Rangiku were better.

"Yoruichi, if you would..." Sakura said.

The Shinigami nodded, flicking a disc into the player and selecting the track.

As soon as the beat began, Sakura moved: Twisting, she allowed Rangiku to move into position with one fluid step. Falling to the side, they rose and turned in tandem. Rolling their hips, they spun.

Then the beat changed from a rather operaish cry to a hard-core drum and electric guitar song.

"Now we get serious." Sakura smirked.

Undulating their torsos, Rangiku and Sakura fell back to back, both sliding down against one another before jumping back to their feet. Sliding to the left, they threw their heads forward, circling them slowly, they flung their heads back, crossing their arms as they threw their left hip to the side. Going for a big finale, they slid back to the right, twisting to face each other and grabbing onto each other's forearm: Jerking each other forward, they slid past each other, somersaulting forward: Sakura under Rangiku as she arced over Sakura. Landing on their feet, they rose from their crouch and stood.

A moment later the club was erupting in applause. They had clearly won.

"Yes!" Rangiku smiled, high fiving Sakura as they slipped past each other before dropping their arms and low-fiving in the same motion.

Ami crept away with Sakura Yoruichi smiling as she called, "Feel free to rematch anytime."

Sasuke snorted, watching as the girls dissolved into a giggling mass of hugs.

And then he sighed...she was truly lost to them.

TBC