I think I will drop saying 'Read, Rave, Review' or whatever I wrote before and go for a whole new style. And since hyphens aren't allowed anymore, I have to drop that too. Crud, ne?

Disclaimer: As always, nope. I do nawt own Naruto Uzumaki's hawt body and series.

Saturday, 10: 32 AM, Sakura's Bedroom

Sakura rolled on her bed until she faced her computer desk. Her e-mail alert had resumed its bleating, shouting again and again, 'You've Got Mail' and it was seriously annoying her. And the fact that Kiba had cancelled his stupid immature sleepover yesterday. She had so wantedto see Naruto in pajamas and now, because of Kiba's fatheaded ideas, she couldn't! Sakura huffed and got up from the bed to answer her stupid e-mails. Stupid everything…!

She sat on her comfy armchair and clicked on the giant envelope in the middle screen. An e-mail popped up and it read:

Sakura,

Meet me at Main Square. Please. At around 11 AM.

Naruto.

Sakura read the e-mail twice before stretching her arms and reading it again. Naruto wanted to meet with her. At 12 o' clock. In a very public place. "Why?" Sakura asked aloud. Naruto hadn't mentioned the 'kiss' yesterday and the only words that passed between them had been, "Let me copy," and "Forget it."

She shrugged and then replied back:

Naruto,

Okay. But I want the reason. Not now; tell me when I get there.

Sakura.

As soon as she pressed 'send', her little adopted brothers popped their heads in her currently-open-door roome, whooped happily when they saw her, and ran to their older sister. "Sakura, Sakura! Mommy's gone crazy!" Gaara even clung to the bottom of her pajama bottoms like a little red monkey, whimpering. Gaara.

Sakura chuckled and grabbed the two boys by the hand, gently pulling Gaara off her leg. "Show me, O Scared Ones." She promptly forgot about the e-mail.

Choji, indignant, complained, "I am not scared! I am worried! Gaara is scared, aren't you, little brother?!" Recklessly, he stuck his tongue out at his 'little' brother as Sakura pulled them downstairs.

Gaara kicked him in the shin and mimicked his attitude and words. "Me no scare! Me is worry!"

Sakura ignored their moans and petty arguments and continued to drag them into the hallway. She went into the kitchen, boys in tow, and gaped hugely. Her mother had gone crazy. She was sitting on the stool, wearing a giant painters smock and no jeans and blowing her nose out on a kitchen rag. Uncle Jiraiya was sitting on the kitchen counter, unhelpfully giving bad advice. "Ignore it, sis. What does she know?"

"A hell lot more than me, that's for sure!" Tsunade slammed the counter with one clenched fist. She reached for another tissue, blew her nose and then swore for no apparent reason.

"Um…Mommy? Are you okay?" Choji asked timidly. Gaara nodded and mimicked, "You 'kay?"

"Oh honeys…I don't know what I am right now…" Tsunade glanced at them, drying her tears on her tissue. "Sakura, could you be a dear and take your brothers out for the entire afternoon? I have something important to do…"

Sakura contemplated this new predicament. And then shrugged. "Sure, Mom. I have to meet Na – a friend, and I'm sure it won't be any trouble. I'll just get dressed."

Tsunade smiled a teary smile and turned back to ranting at her brother.

Sakura ruffled Choji's orange mop of hair and went to go and choose a suitable date outfit. Even though she knew she had to somehow pair Hinata and Naruto together, she didn't want to. Naruto was hers. She had kissed him first! So nyah nyah, Hinata! Ya boo sucks to you!

She brushed her teeth, flossed and then used mouthwash. After that she went to her closet and tried to look for the perfect outfit in under fifteen minutes, because that was how much time she had left until she was late for her 'it's-just-a-meeting-not­-a-freaking-date' with Naruto.

Surveying her black and pink selection, she picked a black leather miniskirt and, after a long pink-meets-black period, a whiteoxford. She paired it up with a black, leather-ish, waistcoat. Her shoe choice flawlessly matched her outfit's main colour choice: a pair of designer black-and-white striped wedges. She slipped on a pair of white gold hoop earrings and was good to go. She quickly reached for her bag and hoisted it onto her shoulder. It was leather, big and expensive. Just the way she liked it.

Although not many knew it, the Harunos were stinkin' rich. One of their ancestors had been a diamond prospector in the late 1800s and a real estate CEO or something in the early 1900s. Tsunade, although looking like one, was not much of a show-off and never flaunted the family wealth. Her only exceptions for clothes. And jewelry. And make-up. And hair products. And furniture. And technology. But, other than that, she was pretty down-to-earth.

Her little brother Choji, thinking they were going to meet one of Sakura's pretty friends, chose to wear jeans a new T-shirt while Sakura's youngest brother Gaara, not even caring, chose a muddy attire filled with holes openings. They looked so different, that Sakura had to laugh when she saw them.

She waved goodbye to her mother and uncle, filled her wallet with cash and left the house, little brothers in tow.

This. Is. Very. Short.

I. Am. Sorry.

LF