AN: Felt like writing a really short, pointless bit of yuri. Characters are 16 or whatever and all that.
Literally no plot, I got bored and wanted to write this at 2AM and left it in my doc manager for ages.

Naruko Uzumaki was normally fearless. What she did fear, she charged at. It didn't matter if the thing scared her so much it made her knees quiver, her heart hammer at her rib-cage in terror, or merely give her hesitance in her steps. She refused, vehemently, to let anything stop her. The world seemed like it was trying to do just that from day one, so she swore to herself long ago that every obstacle was able to be broken. Nothing would get her to back down.

But she did.

She, being the raven haired girl with tragedy as her background, the beauty with ice in her blood and daggers in her glares.

Sayuri Uchiha was something Naruko was afraid of... In a sense.

Why?

Because the girl did things to her she had no control over. Her face, since yesterday, refused to be any color but red if their eyes met. So, bright ocean blue wouldn't dare meet the heavy, suffocating, and demanding black of the Uchiha if at all possible. Naruko didn't want it to be like this, at all. Sayuri was her friend, their bond of sorts had certainly been shaken since that horrible night given how it affected one of them but... The girl was still her friend. She knew that partially because the seething rage directed at almost every soul that annoyed the tomato lover was cut down to severe, barely constrained annoyance when Naruko did it.

And there was a difference!

The blonde was also one of, if not the only person actually, that could manage the rare and fleeting turn of a smile on the girl's lips. The Jinchuriki even got her to come over once or twice recently, which was super fun. To her it was anyway, Sayuri just tried to read or train, and while Naruko did enjoy training, she also wanted to do other things throughout her day. Like talk, a lot, way more than Sayuri preferred.

Since yesterday, however, she could barely talk to the girl in question. Naruko couldn't get over that one little accident, because the accident was something very intimate and special to her. The Ice Queen, as her friend was so 'kindly' nicknamed by others, didn't seem fazed at all beyond the initial moment. Quite simply, accidentally, they had kissed. Naruko kissed Sayuri, and Naruko couldn't stop thinking about it. Sayuri seemed to never think about it, her usual self returned by the very next morning. The poor prankster though? No, no she couldn't even get the feeling, and the taste, of her friend's lips out of her mind.

And it was driving her mad.

It was making her life, right now, in this moment, unbearable.

Why?

Because Sayuri was right next to her.

Black eyes swiveled to the left, staring almost harshly at a mop of blonde hair so naturally bright and vibrant she could spot it amongst a crowd of thousands. Every strand seemed to curl perfectly, beautifully, helping frame the rather adorable face hidden beneath. Sayuri Uchiha wasn't stupid, that was obvious. The way her friend, and admittedly only friend, turned such a shade of crimson whenever their eyes met made it very clear why she hadn't spoken to her without imitating the Hyuga heiress for a while.

Indeed, Sayuri knew that accidental kiss last night was making Naruko a flustered mess around her. And the Uchiha was loving it, it was hilarious. That's all there was to it. She didn't think her friend looked utterly delectable turned red like the tomatoes she so enjoyed. Well, that was a lie, actually. The mere twelve or so hours that had passed and the kiss that happened gave her a bit of time to think, reflect, and come to a conclusion as well. She quite liked Naruko, it was a welcome revelation and distraction to the normal darkness of her thoughts. She had known the whiskered girl for a fair bit of time by now, and by now, Sayuri would be a fool not to admit that she was a valuable companion. A valuable friend. A very pretty friend.

A friend that, despite their rivalry, had always been offering a shoulder or open arms.

That despite Sayuri's brooding and pushing away of nearly everyone, never left her.

In any case, she was getting distracted.

In one night there was a rather varying range of sudden emotions now bubbling to the surface at the thought of the Uzumaki. Admittedly, the fact Naruko was the only positive Sayuri had left aside from the future slaughter of her brother' surely helped such feelings grow, and quickly. She was more attached than she'd care to be, but that was just Naruko's fault for being so ridiculously sweet all the damn time.

Whatever, it didn't matter. The Uchiha's prey was right beside her, staring down and refusing to look anywhere else. The blonde's hands had been getting washed free of soap for two minutes now in her very out of the normal nervousness. The Uchiha had caught her in the girl's restroom of the academy. Finally, however, Sayuri's target turned the sink off, seconds from trying to leave.

"Naruko..."

Said girl flinched, head inching up, a pitifully high pitched and nerve wracked, "H... Hm?" emitting.

"I've noticed something..."

The Uchiha turned, fully facing her friend who, in turn, faced her. An entire head of height separated their gazes. The poor blonde held a megawatt grin so obviously forced it was just pitifully cute. Sayuri stepped forward, Naruko stepped back, over and over this repeated until someone's back hit a wall. Surprise, surprise, it was Naruko's.

Then, the Uchiha used her new technique she learned just this morning.

The wall pin.

One arm reached out, hand plastered expertly to said wall and cutting off the way to the door.

The blonde spoke now, "Um... Sayuri, what's up? Kinda cramped in 'ere, yeah?"

"You've been avoiding me. Why?"

The victim of the age old technique known as dramatic wall pinning looked like a deer in headlights. Naruko's heart was really about to break a rib from the unbearable pounding in her chest, all the while heavy swallowing was made for the sake of her dry throat. She wasn't sure how else to answer but honestly, the mere thought scorching her cheeks. Kami, she hated this.

"Because- ... Y'know... Because the k... The k..." Blue eyes averted from black, finding anywhere but inside the allure of the Uchiha's gaze.

Sayuri leaned in closer at that, arching down until their lips were but an inch apart, a cold stare digging hard into the blonde until she looked back. There was the faintest smirk on the Uchiha's lips, more fit for a devil than a mortal, and right now Naruko felt like her friend might just be the former in secret.

"The kiss?" Sayuri finished for the blonde, who merely blushed harder and nodded in response.

The Uchiha leaned forward, slowly moving her lips past the blonde's as she'd go to whisper in her.

"I want another."

When Sayuri pulled her head back to look at her favorite blonde, the girl's blue eyes had widened so big one might think they were trying to dwarf an ocean in size. Naruko's mouth just opened and closed, no words escaping, eyes frozen in a staring contest with the avenger's own gaze. The poor blushing Jinchuriki could only stand there, agonizing seconds ticking by while her heart beat like a drum in her ear. Eventually, slowly, she lifted her head a little, starting to lean up. Sayuri tilted her head to the side and leaned down, meeting her halfway.

Naruko's knees felt weak, her arms coiled themselves around her taller companion's neck, clutching tight. Their bodies were soon enough flush together, Sayuri's fingers finding purchase around her blonde lover's waist. All the Jinchuriki could do was give what was demanded, happily at that, her arms not wanting to let go. The ice-cold heiress that wanted the whispered girl's affection hungrily devoured her lips in full, claiming her on the spot.

Then Sayuri pulled back and left without any warning.

It was Naruko's second kiss with Sayuri.

It lasted five seconds.

It left her with one thought.

"I want another."