A/N: Well there's nothing really to say, except I hope you enjoy the fic. Oh yes, three years has passed between the current story arc and this. I am writing as if everyone survived and Naruto brought Sasuke back alive and everyone was happy. Oh yes, their Chuunins now. On with the story!

"WHAT!?"

Naruto was surprised. No, not totally surprised, but definitely partially surprised. He was also angry. Angry at the fact that after all he did, that other boy got all the attention. So there he sat. A half angry, half surprised Naruto, staring at a newspaper in disbelief. It was probably unreadable now that orange juice had been spat all over it.

Naruto stood up, trying to act calm. However, it wasn't working very well. He was shaking in anger. He began tearing the newspaper apart, letting the pieces fall delicately onto his kitchen table and floor. When the deed was done, he was still shaking. Turning towards the door, he reached for the knob, but took his hand back and punched the door instead.

"Why him? Why is it always that bastard?" The blond boy thought. "What did he do? Run away and try to join Sound? Hell, I brought him back! I should be getting praised!" Naruto ran back to his room, and quickly tearing his pajamas off, he threw on an orange jumpsuit in his closet. Then it was back to the front door. This time, upon reaching for the doorknob he succeeded in opening the door. In a flash, he was running down the halls of his apartment complex, getting out. He had to get away.

"Naruto, you okay?" Iruka had just arrived, but at a bad time. Naruto's door was wide open, but there was no Naruto. He walked in.

He noticed the state the house was in. Dirty, as always. He looked into Naruto's room. Still no Naruto, but his pajamas were on the floor. That means Naruto had gone somewhere. However, upon arriving at the kitchen, he noticed something strange. A half drank glass of orange juice, and a still slightly warm bowl of ramen.

"Naruto always finishes his ramen. Strange." Iruka's thoughts broke upon seeing the orange juice stained pieces of newspaper all over the table. One piece, bigger than the rest happened to stick out though. It said:

Announcing the grand opening of the Sasuke-Lovers club! All girls who love Sasuke are welcome! The first meeting is this Friday evening at seven. Don't forget to bring your sleeping bags! The address is below.

123 Cherry Blossom Drive

Iruka frowned a bit. He knew how badly Sasuke irked Naruto. Naruto must've seen it. "I guess I'll catch up to him later then." Iruka thought, walking out of the tiny apartment. He cursed himself before running back to the room. He forgot to shut the door. He just couldn't imagine how he would feel if Naruto were to get robbed.

Naruto was getting tired, yet he kept running. It had been more than three years since that night Sasuke had ran away, and the day when Naruto went and got him back. It wasn't easy; Sasuke had put a fight, and a good one at that. But in the end, Naruto had won and returned to the village, much to everyone's delight. Naruto was hoping that Sakura would get over Sasuke and go after him instead. It didn't happen.

Sure, over the three years, Sakura and Naruto had become pretty close. But only as friends, and she emphasized on that quite a bit. She seemed to know about Naruto's crush on her lingering.

Naruto finally turned into Cherry Blossom drive and ran up to Sakura's house. He had to convince her to not join that club. If she did, then his already slim chances with her would get even slimmer.

Naruto slammed himself into the door from exhaustion. That long nonstop run had taken a toll on him, but he would catch his breath soon enough. After all, Jiraiya's hard workouts kept him in shape. When Sakura finally answered the door, Naruto's angry demeanor vanished. He smiled from ear to ear, and barged into the house.

Sakura was used to this by now. She and Naruto were good friends, and barged into each other's houses, much to her parents dismay. Over the past three years, Sakura had bloomed into a beautiful young woman. She had grown taller and more curvaceous, however, Naruto now had two inches on her. At least she had him for a couple of years.

"Naruto!" Sakura scolded. "My parents are still trying to sleep. You're lucky I was about to go shopping early this morning."

"Sorry, Sakura-Chan." Naruto rubbed the back of his head. "It's just that, I just read something urgent in the newspaper."

"You did?" Sakura inquired, guiding Naruto out of her house and walking out too, briskly shutting the door. "Tell me about it as we walk."

Naruto, being the overdramatic person he is, had gone through his whole morning in detail. He talked about how he woke up, then went into his kitchen. Then he talked about his dilemma about what type of ramen he wanted to have for breakfast. By the time he got to the part about the newspaper, they were already at the grocery store.

"Yea, and then I saw an ad for this...this...Sasuke-lovers club...and it made me sick!"

Sakura giggled a bit when she heard this. Judging by how Naruto had dramatically slammed into her door and barged into her house, she thought it was something important. But it was only about the club she was starting.

"And...?" She asked, urging him to go on.

"You're not going to join it are you!?"

Sakura only stared at him. She looked at his face, looking for any sign of a smile. Then to his eyes, looking for a sign of mischief. He had to be joking. Did he really not know. Was he really that dense?

"Uh...Naruto," Sakura started, pointing to herself. "I started it."

Naruto's eyes grew wide. She was lying! No way in Hell! Why? She had even told him herself that she was getting over him. Then again, that was a couple years ago. And that was before Sasuke defeated Itachi and became nicer. That's right, he was nicer, but Naruto and him still weren't exactly on friendly terms. That was enough for Sakura to fall back in love with him, but why, why didn't she tell him, her closest male friend?

"You're kidding." He said matter-of-factly.

"Uh, no. 123 Cherry Blossom Drive is my address." Sakura said. So he really didn't know. He really was that dense.

"123 Cherry Blossom Drive?" He thought, trying to remember the address on the newspaper. "Aww man, that is her address!"

"Oh..." He muttered, lowering his head. His anger had faded, and so did his happy demeanor. Now he was depressed. He hadn't been this down since that day when Mizuki told him about the scroll. "Well, I'll see you later."

"Alright." Sakura murmured. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but she couldn't just lie to him. She waved to his back as he slowly trudged toward his home.
When the door to his home slammed, the bits of paper flew all over the place. He looked to his kitchen table, noticing the cold half-finished bowl of ramen and half-finished glass of orange juice. Sighing dejectedly, he resigned to clean.

He started with his kitchen, dumping the ramen into the trash and pouring his juice out in the sink. After taking a fan and blowing the pieces of paper into the hallway, he took the trash out and figured he was done. It had been a while since he'd cleaned, and his kitchen was still dirty, but Naruto will always be Naruto, eh?

After cleaning the rest of his house, Naruto had some laundry. So now, he was on his way to the Laundromat. He was still down in the dumps, and looking down at the ground the whole way. About halfway there though, he finally ran into someone.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Hey, it's Naruto!" Naruto immediately noticed that voice. It was Jiraiya.

"Hey Naruto, I was looking for you. You see, I'm having a bit of trouble taking notes for my book, so can I get a peek at your Sexy no Jutsu?"

Naruto's eye began to twitch. Jiraiya would never change. Even though Naruto was really a male, Jiraiya would always like his "female" form. Naruto shuddered just thinking about it.

"Jiraiya, I'm not in the mood." Naruto muttered, gathering himself and his dirty laundry up. "Don't you ever get tired of it. I mean, I'm not really a female."

"But you look like one!" Jiraiya laughed. "Oh fine, I'll just keep trying at the hot springs."

Naruto continued to walk toward the Laundromat. However, those last few words Jiraiya said kept echoing in his head. "But you look like one!" Then, it hit him.

"If I could find out what kind of guy Sakura likes, then she'll like me instead of Sasuke!" He thought. "And what better way to do that then to pretend to be a girl and join her club!?" Naruto's step picked up, and by the time he reached the Laundromat, his mood had turned completely upside down. In the end, he was still going to get the girl. He couldn't wait until Friday.

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter was boring, but I have to lead into the story somehow. Oh yes, this is my first attempt at a humor fiction, so if I seem humorly challenged...well, you'll know why. Next chapter, Naruto shops for women's clothes!