Disclaimer: Please, I don't need to own Naruto to write fanfiction.

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Such Sweet Sorrow

Summary: (Sequel of Backstabbing Love) In the Wheel of Fortune, Sakura tries her luck on men. And everyone else seems to be putting up some bets.

AN: WARNING! LIVELOVELAUGH'S RANT: Stop bashing Sakura or any of the other characters! It's not fair. Take the advice from a local artist, I hate it when my writing is being criticized by fucking retards who spend their pathetic lives dwelling in their sorry depression or whatever shit they've been through, that they are causing so much more mayhem when they actually think they're helping but are not—they bash others when they have issues themselves. I hate fuckers like bashers, flamers, and lousy critics—it was probably the only reason why I even start writing! Why I even exist on earth! Why I have to deal with fucking dumbasses day and night! They know nothing of talent! Of art! Of self-expression! Of anything! And if you are at all going to flame someone, please Dear God use CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! OF COURSE you're not going like something you like on this site! You are supposed to bash those who DESERVE IT. And therefore go on and might as well bash yourselves.

If you bash Sakura or any of the Naruto characters, you are thereby insulting Kishimoto Masashi's work. Idiots.

(Authoress takes a breather)

(Looks up)

(Smiles)

Please enjoy this update.

Birds of Paradise: 1:43 pm

With careful hands, she pulled the last half of her brown hair into another small bun on top of her head. A perfect line was combed straight into two halves of dark locks, two shorter bunches of bangs had hung over her neatly tied hitae-ate, gleaming with pride and clear polish she had rubbed on with a white linen handkerchief. Tenten smiled in her mirror, pulling the ends of her soft russet training blouse to inspect any possible wrinkles. She correctly checked her weaponry and scrolls in her pouch tied to her leather belt. She folded up her black trousers, her tan feet and ankles were hooked on with buckled brown heels (like the black ones her idol wore).

Tenten was about to turn the knob, when the doorbell rung. She cocked her brow, unlocking the door and only to be appraised with what seemed like—

FEEL BETTER TENTEN-SAN!

GET WELL! HEAL FAST!

GOOD LUCK!

—yup, folks: Three giant striped balloons with large bold shiny lettering, held by three long strings tied to a ridiculous stuffed teddy bear dressed in a doctor's outfit, who was being carried in a basket of flowers, cough medicine, bandages, acupuncture tools made of bamboo, headache and stomachache pills, and a greeting card made of cream-colored construction paper.

She was literally stunned, lifting up the basket. The balloon rose and touched the top of her apartment roof, Tenten read their writing and sweat-dropped. Oh Lord—

She opened up the card, with quickly scribbled handwriting in pencil:

To Tenten-san:

I hope you feel better! I must have checked all the medical books Sakura-san had in her library for that sickness you have. But I wasn't able to find any! Since you seem to have all the symptoms, I was incredibly frightened that you might have testosterone cancer—but Sakura-san said you aren't able to have that. So I wanted to make you feel all better but getting you this gift basket! Good luck for your health! Gai-sensei said that illness and youth do match! So he recommends lots of liquids and rest! He is so intelligent—

Tenten spotted some teardrop stains on the letter. She grimaced.

—And since I'm all cured from the wounds, Naruto-kun was able to tell me you had also had your sights set on a certain context of 'hooking up'. I have no idea what that means but I am able to tell you that I hope you can hook up with a bunch of people! Make new friends! Make new training partners! And also I am always here if you want to 'hook up'!

Good luck on your plans Tenten-san!

Sincerely Rock Lee.

She gawked at the letter, blushing like crazy. Her ears were hot and she stuttered with shivers running up and down her spine. That stupid Lee! He almost made her sound like she was diseased with a chronic genital cancer that only men were supposed to have! He made it sound like she was ill with every sickness in the book. It was sweet that he went through all that trouble—but he's crazy! A wave of redness crossed her cheeks. Now Sakura-san, Naruto, and Gai know! She didn't want those people to know that she's having troubles in her single life! Tenten gaped at the words 'hooking up'! Didn't everyone know what it meant? Didn't everyone know what it's supposed to mean! He still probably thinks 'hooking up' is like hanging out—which it isn't!—God! Tenten's face flushed of all color—hook up with him? Is he retarded or something? Even if Lee is too innocent and kind—he almost made her become some kind of slut! HER? Hooking up with a bunch of people—he's insane—wait—what-if—what if Lee tells EVERYONE about-about her p-plans?

This was not how she planned her day!

Tenten squealed and threw the gift basket fanatically over her shoulder, slamming the door shut and running in the streets like a maniac in search of the spandex-clad boy. He must have had delivered the basket himself! He must be walking away with a happy sappy smile stapled on his dumb face, happy and youthful because he 'cured' his teammate—he can't be that far! Oh Gods—that crazy mofo is going to get her into a world of embarrassment!

"LEE! YOU IDIOT! COME BACK!"

The bed felt so empty without her. It had already one day, and he felt miserable.

Shikamaru sighed, fingering the green sheets of his small mattress. A thin layer of a five o'clock shadow had taken place around his chin, he pushed his back against the headboard scratching his shoulder-length tresses to get that annoying itch on his crown. He pulled the sheets away from his legs, and went to make some breakfast. Not bothering to turn on the lights, he walked into the slightly messy kitchen with cereal boxes and takeout bags and containers strewed around the counters. While he took out a carton of white eggs and a full carton of 2 reduced fat milk from the refrigerator, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone and nudged it in between his shoulder juncture and ear.

"…hello?" he replied rudely, patting the back of his pajama bottoms. He carefully cracked the egg shells on a small porcelain bowl, watching the perfect yellowy egg white and yolk fall and he threw the shells into the sink.

"S-Shikamaru-san?"

"Hinata? Why are you calling so early—" his narrow eyes darted to the stove clock. He sweat-dropped, "—at one fifty?"

"You s-see, I kind of k-know that I-Ino is angry at you…"

"Hn, I would have known you did since you were still in your bedroom," Shikamaru snorted, scrabbling up the egg mess with a fork.

"Y-Yeah, but m-maybe you should…um, t-talk to her…it's b-been a day since y-you seen her," she sighed, "I-It wouldn't h-hurt."

"I know." The lazy ass inserted the yolks into the heated frying pan, already sizzling.

"Y-You do…?" Hinata blinked a couple of times, "T-Then why—"

Shikamaru let out a loud yawn, pouring himself a glass of cold milk, "Not today, Hinata, I'm too tired from yesterday's mission."

"B-But all y-you did was escorting the n-new daimyo to the Hokage-sama—"

"It was hard and very troublesome work, Hinata, his damn sister kept running off."

"B-But Ino…? What a-about her—"

Nara slapped his spatula on the dusty counter, "Hinata, let me ask you a question. Just a small question, okay?"

"U-Uh I-I—"

"Have you ever feel like you are the sole person that has fix everything in a relationship when all your other half does is moan and groan—maybe even bitch about the pettiest things, then they look at you like you are the problem, hm? Have you ever wished they took part of the responsibility and work on the things a couple has with you instead of wishing for things that might not even happen?"

"T-That's two q-questions," Hinata said stupidly. Yeah, she felt that way before.

"Whatever, I don't feel like 'counting' today," Shikamaru turned off the stove, taking his plate of scrabble in his hand, "Hinata, I also need to ask you something again."

"O-Okay…"

He stuck a fork in his eggs, "Sakura usually calls me about Ino, why are 'you' calling?"

There was a soft silence over the line, Hinata was only breathing into the receiver with shivering hands grasped onto her phone. She panicked, her voice was trembling. He knew. He knew why she called. Damn it.

"I-It's about N-Naruto-k-kun…" Hinata bit her lip, "H-He said s-something weird to m-me two d-days ago…"

The feathers were delicate and white, Sakura felt them when she carefully plucked a dove from a thorn bush. The little bird cooed and fluffed its wings, she held it close and safely so she wouldn't crush it and it wouldn't fly away. She smiled lightly, noting how cute it was. She quickly stepped out of the briar patch, walking towards her basket of fluttering birds that were all chirping and peeping. So far she had found more than a dozen birds in this part of the forest, as she counted. Sakura locked the bamboo doors shut, grabbed on the handle and flew off to a tree branch.

She tapped on her wireless communication, wrapped around her slender neck and over her left ear.

"I found my birds, but only seventeen," Sakura sighed.

"Oh good! I only found five in my section…" Tobio groaned, "Those things are so hard to find! Good thing they're white!"

"Yeah…" Sakura tapped on her neck again, "How about you guys?"

"About twenty. My section has plenty," Shino murmured monotone, "My Kikai told me there are five west of your district, Neji."

"Okay, I'll be right on it," Neji counted the birds quietly to himself, "I only have thirteen."

"I'll come over, my clearing is fresh out," Sakura looked back while she leaped towards the other side of the large forests, "It's too cold over here for the birds, I wish I bought my coat."

"Hm," Shino nodded, tapping to the jinx, "I'll help Tobio. My Kikai says he has about thirty he hasn't caught yet."

Neji snorted loudly.

"That many!" Tobio scowled, "Ah! I can't have missed that much! Maybe I should set up some traps—"

"You'll do no such thing," Neji ordered, putting down his hand, "These birds can not be harmed."

"Hey! Who says my traps can hurt them—"

"Plenty of people," Neji tapped his device to the only female, "Haruno, I need you to get over my section right now."

Sakura growled angrily, "I'm making a trip over there!"

"Sakura-san, the Kikai says you're heading north," Shino pointed out.

She looked forward, and slapped her giant forehead. She swung around a thick branch, the birds chirping in her basket, while she pumped her muscles to work to the right direction.

"I hate this mission with all my being," the pink-haired woman muttered, her device still on.

"That's a very romantic story, Haruno," Neji bellowed sarcastically, "I need you here now!"

"In and out, captain!"

"Oi," a girl with brown hair tapped her teammate's shoulder, "Did you hear that the daimyo's little sister ran away from the Hokage's Tower?"

"I did," the second girl murmured, "I hear she is very reckless. She must be causing trouble right now."

"I know," the first speaker leaned in closer, "But I also heard she's a pretty girl with nice red hair and around our age!"

"You're kidding!" the two girls burst into giggles, and began to gossip more.

"Yo, Hanabi! I need you to check something out!"

She sighed aggravatingly, getting up from her seat on the boulder, "When my sensei said there would be a substitute ninja for us today, she didn't mean for the new teacher to be taught by her students!" Hanabi growled.

"Ha! Such a bitch!" Kiba laughed, rubbing his knuckles on top of his teammate's younger sister's head. The Hyuuga girl bit back insults, folding her arms across her chest with an irritated huff. Her other two teammates giggled, and followed the loud Inuzuka member and his cute white dog who they cooed and petted endlessly.

Hanabi groaned, rubbing her temples fiercely.

"Deranged morons…" she muttered, walking a foot behind the mutt Jounin to a certain clearing.

Kiba stepped up on a slate of rock, urgently sniffing the air. He looked into the forest boundaries, the shadows of the leaves moved slightly to the wind which intertwine a sort of strange scent. Like Brussels sprouts, or something. He scrunched up his nose from the pungent smell, snapping his clawed fingers at the Chuunin, calling her over like a child.

"Over there…" he whispered sluggishly, his slit eyes glancing slightly at the thirteen year old.

Hanabi nodded, snapping on her powerful Byakugan. Spindly veins formed around her smooth cheeks, dilating her white pupils. A conscious dome formed from her inner chakra vessels, there she saw a figure coming closer to them. The two strands of dark hair that hung in front, slowly moved down her pale face. Strong concentration irate the young girl, her two teammates were alarmed by the aura that surfaced around the clearing, bringing out their kunai and shuriken readily.

Kiba let out a low whistle, Akamaru whined quietly.

"Huh?"

With a confused marred look, she stood up from her trance. Hanabi's slender brows lifted up, curving into her hairline.

"What is it, Hana-chan?" the brunette girl asked from behind, sweat rising from her skin pores.

"It…it's just a girl…" Hanabi murmured, stunned.

A rustle of leaves and grass, the deep pastel colors of sea-green and plum emerged from the thick forest. The shadows had covered and arranged the face of a shorter girl. A glimmer of the sunlight had shined on the little petals of a red four-leafed clover clenched in her finely manicured hands. Radiant hair of green and blue had flowed with the hues of the woods, bringing upon two pure eyes of turquoise. A small nimble foot stuck out, strapped on with mauve woolen socks and small-heeled magenta shoes stepped on the short cut grass and brown earth dirt.

"Are you Hidden Leaf ninjas?" she asked desperately, clutching the small red flower close to her chest.

The curly-haired teammate replied, "Yeah…"

"Oh!" A large toothy smile showed, "Thank goodness! My name is Yoshino Kaede! I need to see Konohamaru-kun right now!"

To Be Continued

Yoshino Kaede is not an OC. If you don't know who she is, you can find out next chapter, I think…

Sorry, I had to put more Tenten and Lee moments, they're so funny haha. A little dash of Shikamaru and Hinata, with a cup of Cell Twenty Six, and a little pinch of Kiba and Hanabi! Please wait patiently for the next update!