Lots of things happen when Sakura forgets.
This is what happens when Sakura forgets her...
Sugar: Part 1.
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It was a delightful Sunday morning in Konoha. In a certain warm, cozy apartment, a delicious scent was carried on a gentle breeze, from the air conditioning, swimming throughout the room. A buffet of aromas circulated around the cozy apartment as three watering mouths puckered in anticipation. The gentle smell of fresh, cooking eggs danced merrily with the scent of freshly chopped green onions and the pungent aroma of soy sauce.
One pair of stoic, onyx eyes betrayed their usual demeanor, in its place sat eyes filled with hunger and a closed mouth filling rapidly with saliva as they gazed upon the soon-to-be feast. One pair of inky, observant orbs watched intently as onions were chopped; making note to keep comments to a minimum while a certain person wields a certain extremely sharp, potentially deadly, object. A singular pair of blazing cerulean eyes feasted upon the visage of delicious ingredients and could no longer handle the temptation.
"SAKURAAAAA I'M SO HUNGRY! IS IT READY YET?" The group's walking and talking stomach with hollow legs bellowed. Naruto's only response was a *THWAACK* as a sturdy wooden spoon made contact with his, previously unharmed and un-red, forehead. Voicing his confusion to no one in particular, Sai pondered "I was unaware that wooden spoons were used as ninja tools as well" to himself, thus causing an azure haired woman to giggle; whether she was laughing at the damage she inflicted upon her unsuspecting teammate or because of her emotionally challenged teammate's obvious confusion, is not known.
"NARUTO DON'T BE AN IDIOT!" The irritated woman called out from the kitchen, finishing the rest over her shoulder "I TOLD YOU KAKASHI-SENSEI HAS TO ARRIVE WITH THE MILK BEFORE WE CAN START!" Making sure to bark out the sentence loud enough so her distressed teammate couldn't claim that he didn't hear it later when she, undoubtedly, is forced to unleash her wrath.
'That lazy ass! He couldn't arrive on time for once?' Sakura questioned, knowing no one would reply...well, hoped no one would reply. 'CHAA WHEN WE SEE HIM WE'LL PUNCH HIM AFTER HE APOLOGIZES!' Obviously her inner-self already had a plan set, who was she to destroy all that hard work?
A sudden jolt of awareness and a certain, perfectly balanced brooding morose mixed with just the right amount of blithe, aura tickled Sakura's senses. Along with the clear-as-a bell aura, came the domineering, even though it was concealed for the most part, chakra of one Hatake Kakashi.
'I might never get used to that chakra' Was her only thought as she wandered to the door, just as the doorbell shrilly announced the humble abode's newest visitor. Swinging the door open with her fierce strength and precise chakra control, the rose-haired woman let her words fly. "YOU'RE LATE HATAKE! YOU BETTER HAVE SOMETHING GOOD TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!"
Her statement was meant to demand attention, but with the silver-haired man's insouciant attitude at the forefront, she might as well conclude that the neurons in his brain stopped firing, because...well, he was in grave danger at this point.
Holding up a carton of milk, Kakashi offered a simple statement. "Hi, I'm the new milk man. Would you like it in the front or back?" To this, Sakura stared blankly at the man holding the carton that contained a sweet offering, her mind taking her places that she shouldn't be. Her mouth descended towards the floor when his eye creased, signaling his smile.
"Well I guess I'll take it to the front" He let out as he began to walk into the apartment and past a gaping Sakura. As he passed his baffled teammate, the sneaky copy nin let out in a whisper "For now". Chuckling at her obvious stunned expression and tomato red face. 'Well it seems that our cherry blossom has a mind like the rest of her teammates' The silver-haired man inwardly chortled at his subordinate's expense.
'What just happened? I was supposed to chew him out and he says something like that? REVENGE IS MINE, CHAAA!' Resolve in place, Sakura makes her way to the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast. Determined to make the team captain wait just a little longer for his food, just to punish him for making everyone else wait.
"Alright boys! Here it is!" Announcing their breakfast was finally ready, Sakura put her plan into action by serving each one of the boys their own specialized plates, except Kakashi, of course. 'Lazy jerk, this will teach you to mess with me! CHAA!' She finished her mental rant with a maniacal laugh that inner just couldn't resist.
All three of her teammates, minus Kakashi, were digging into their dishes as the bubble gum-haired woman took her sweet, evil time in creating the last dish, her team captain's dish.
A throat being cleared alerted her to a presence that had its sole attention trained on her petite form sluggishly making her way around the kitchen. Turning around to bark her question filled with annoyance at her pest, Sakura was stopped in her tracks. Emerald orbs were face to face with a rock hard, clothed chest, looking up, she locked gazes with a lone, charcoal orb.
"C-can I h-help you?" Was the only meek question her jumbled brain could spit out. What made her already jumbled brain even more confused was a deeply rumbled "You make my highly sensitive palate water"
Jade eyes bulging to a comical level, Sakura turned around and focused her attention on finishing the copy nin's plate. Once she was done, she couldn't move...frozen in place. Her back stiffened to a painful degree as she felt the moonlight-haired man come up dangerously close behind her "My plate?" Was his simple question.
Mind still reeling with thoughts of his actions, all the woman could squeak out was "What?" What she certainly didn't expect was "Do you want to hand me my breakfast...Or would you like to become my breakfast?" To cause the breath to rush out of her in surprise or shock, it isn't quite known.
Baffled was an understatement, confused, she asked what seemed perfectly logical at the moment. "What are you trying to say?" The last part was barely squeaked out as she could feel the heated breath of her comrade caress the back of her neck. An arm casually snaked around her front to secure a tight grip on the plate, now heavy with food.
"I can eat anything that you can put out" Was the last thing he whispered before he made his way to the dining table where the rest of the team sat, eating merrily.
'WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?' Was the pinkette's thought before she slammed open the freezer door and plunged her head inside.
A/N: There will be a part 2 which is the next chapter, the Sugar theme will be revealed. Keep with me! Love all of my readers. I also honestly have to say that I love writing humor for this group