A/N: Thanks so much for all of the kind reviews! I had been meaning to write this story for quite some time now. Anyways, after this chapter, I may not be able to update this story quite as much as I'll be working on four whole stories. Don't worry about it though, I tend to do better when I work on multiple things. Anyways, on with the fic!

Thursday. He couldn't believe that it was Thursday already, and he still didn't have clothes. It was strange; every time he came to the mall to get some women's clothing, he'd freeze up just outside of the store. He had done that Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and now, he'd done it again. Naruto gathered himself up, took in a deep breath, and went into the forbidden grounds.

When he entered the store, he was immediately hit by a cool breeze, and with it, a faint smell of roses. He looked around, noticing that there were a lot of women here. Even though they weren't, he felt that they were watching his every move, as if he were some kind of alien.

"Well are you gonna move!?" Naruto jumped at the sound of a voice behind him. He turned around to see a plump lady with her hands on her hips. Upon inspecting his surroundings, he realized he was in the doorway.

"Oh, sorry." Naruto mumbled, moving out of the way. The woman squeezed through the doorway and went on about her business, not even questioning the fact that he was in a women's clothing store.

"Okay, just keep your cool." Naruto said to himself, going over to one of the racks. He searched through a few tanks tops, and decided that none were him. Then he thought about it for a second. "None of these are you, Naruto! Just pick one and get it over with!" Naruto picked a few orange tanktops, then when to go look for some bottoms.

After getting bottoms, Naruto went to the underwear section to get some underwear. He looked at a few, deciding on some nice pink ones.

Drip.

Naruto's eyes grew wide and he dropped his clothes. His nose was bleeding! He cursed his sensei for poisoning his mind, and left a mental note to hurt the older man later. For now, he had to get rid of this nose bleed. He looked around him. Nothing but underwear. Well, no one was watching. Why not?

Naruto took some underwear from the rack and covered his nose with them. However, this didn't work, as his nose started to bleed even more. "Damn you Jiraiya!" He thought, putting the panties back. He picked up one of his shirts and covered his nose with that.

"Much better..." He said out loud, and when he felt that the bleeding stopped, he threw the shirt aside.

The issue with the panties still wasn't solved. He timidly reached for them, stopping every now and then in case of a nosebleed. He was really gonna hurt Jiraiya.

"Gotcha!" Naruto exclaimed, grabbing a few pair. Now it was time to leave.

Naruto ran to the cash register, eager to get out of the place. The atmosphere was...to nice for his liking, and it smelled too good. However, there was still one obstacle in his way.

"Why are you getting women's clothes?"

Naruto's jaw dropped. He should've noticed who was at the register! He should have gone to another. It was too late now though, he'd have to explain.

"Well Ino, you see-"

"You know what, on second thought, I don't think I want to know Naruto."

Naruto wiped his brow. So he wouldn't have to explain after all. That made things so much easier. When the last beep of the register came, he almost forgot to give Ino the money because he was ready to get out of the store. His pace only quickened when he heard a woman's voice shreaking.

"Are these underwear used!? They have blood on them!"

"Naruto, you really have lost it haven't you?" Shikamaru asked, moving a piece and taking Chouji's. They were playing shougi, and Naruto had just told then his plan. He had also offered to find try and hook them up with some girls...for a price of course.

"I agree with Shikamaru on this one." That was Chouji. "It's a really bad idea."

Chouji, Shikamaru, and Naruto had become good friends over the years. Although Naruto wasn't into playing shougi, he certainly enjoyed wathing Shikamaru kick Chouji's butt to brighten his day sometimes. Shikamaru, over the years, had only gotten taller and lazier. He had Naruto and Chouji by a few inches. Chouji on the other hand, had gotten rounder. He didn't grow that much taller, but he still had an inch or so on Naruto.

"Oh come on, guys." Naruto reasoned, throwing his hands up. "You're just jealous."

Shikamaru looked at him with a "You loser" look, but then the look turned into a frown. Naruto looked behind him, and noticed Sasuke walking by. The raven-head boy smiled and walked over to them.

"Hello short one." He said, gesturing towards Naruto. "Hello Shikamaru, Chouji."

Sasuke and Naruto were definitely on better terms than they were three years ago. Frankly, after Sasuke beat his brother, he had become a LOT less of a cold-hearted bastard. He and Naruto, however, still weren't exactly friends.

"I'll catch up one day!" Naruto yelled in response to Sasuke. The boy's rival was still taller than him.

"Hey Sasuke, we were just talking about you actually." Chouji said, moving a piece. "About your little fan club actually."

"Ugh, don't remind me." Sasuke griped with a frown. Shikamaru took another of Chouji's pieces, to which Chouji cursed in reply. "I wish that they'd stop chasing me. I might pretend to have a girlfriend so they will."

"I don't think that'll stop them." Shikamaru said, taking another of Chouji's pieces. Then he turned to the black-haired boy. "But you can try."

"I supposed." Sasuke said after a little thought. He leaned down and whispered something into Chouji's ear. Chouji moved a piece, and yelled "Checkmate!"

Shikamaru gasped and almost fell out of his chair. He looked the board over, then looked to Chouji. Then he glared at Sasuke before looking at the board again.

"Go away." He said, still glaring. Naruto had been glaring since Sasuke had come.

"Fine, fine." Sasuke said. He really liked messing with those three.

"Doesn't he just suck the humor out of anywhere he goes?" Naruto venomously said, still glaring at Sasuke's quickly disappearing figure.

"Yeah, he does." Shikamaru was glaring too. He looked to Chouji; he had obviously decided that it was too much trouble glaring at Sasuke. "Another game?"

"Sure." Chouji said, shrugging. They both began setting up their pieces, and when the game was about to start, he quickly added: "He's not so bad."

"Home, sweet home!" Naruto inhaled the smell of his home, the smell of ramen. The smell of miso ramen had long since permanently been sealed within his walls, but he was Naruto, so why would he care?

Upon walking into his room, he noticed the clothes on his bed. "I'm ready for this." He assured himself. "Sakura will be mine quite soon." He walked towards his calendar, marking off Thursday. It was the evening, so he decided he might as well.

"Tomorrows the day." He said, sitting on his bed. He looked at the clothes. "There's no backing down now."

Naruto then stood up from his bed, hitting himself on the head. "That's right, I was around Sasuke today." He quickly threw off all of his clothes and ran to his bathroom. "I need a shower." He jumped in, turning the water on. "I should use that one day." He thought, laughing a bit at his own inside joke. He sighed as the warm water hit his skin, relaxing his his stressed muscles. He had began training more often to get his master plan off his mind. It helped, but he decided not to to it today because he was just too excidted. Tomorrow was the day.

A/N: Ahhh...all done. How do you like the way I depicted Sasuke? How about Shikamaru, or Chouji? I'm planning on having everyone in this story at one point or another, and each of them probably playing a major part in the grand scheme of things...maybe. Anyways, remember to R&R and that's it. Goodbye!