He honestly couldn't believe the nerve of some people. He couldn't stand how Tsunade had stolen his clothes and had gotten them back via Kakashi just before he went crazy from anxiety. Also, the disturbing eye-glint that Kakashi had did nothing to help his nerves.

So he rushed everything; he rushed his shower, rushed his dressing and he ran to Sakura's house like a bat out of hell. Now he was standing there, knocking loudly and impatiently on her door and praying to God that he wasn't horribly late. Truth be told he was actually a few minutes early, but he didn't know that.

In all honesty he still couldn't believe that she had agreed to this at all, and he even pinched himself when he got out of the shower. He had to be sure this wasn't some horrible dream, one where he would get so close to Sakura before it fell down into nothing. But, thankfully, he had proven the events legitimacy, and when she opened the door his mouth opened in shock and awe.

Her hair was tied up using senbon, elegantly displaying her strawberry locks in an exotic fashion that, truth be told, could have taken his breath away in itself. However, the transformation had not ended there. The red satin blouse was tight on her, not excessively mind you, but enough to accentuate her curves that had been freed from their normally tight bindings that she wore during the day. She wasn't overly compressed during training, but now that she was freed there was a noticeable change.

Sakura was also wearing a black skirt that ran down to mid-shin the material obviously high-end an expensive even from the distance he was at. The black boots that she had normally worn were replaced by black sandals with an inch-high heel that let wind flow between her toes. Secretly she liked the sensation, and she found that she rather liked her small feet one of her better features in her mind. To her they made up for her overly-large forehead, though people had stopped thinking along those lines years before.

In truth she had no idea why she was dressing so lavishly for Naruto, who in her mind was still "Just Naruto". Or it had been before that evening. She was surprised to find herself grabbing her most expensive clothes, clothes that she had bought "just in case". It was as though someone had stolen her body and prepared for the date. However, Sakura found herself, despite how odd she felt, blushing at how exquisite he looked. Something about him caused Sakura to flush with excitement.

"S-So, where are we going Naruto?" she asked, silently berating herself for stuttering and sounding so Hinata-like. He seemed not to notice as his eyes closed and he thought.

"Uhm...Uhm...I dunno." he admitted, looking at her with a hopeful glance.

"Ugh, you finally get a date with me and you don't even know where to go? Idiot." she scolded, sighing and resisting the urge to smack him for being so scatterbrained.

"Well, I just thought you'd have a better idea about where to go than I would. I don't really know that scene." he said, his voice deflating somewhat as he spoke.

"Why do you say that, Naruto?" she asked, slightly confused by his response and undoubtedly curious as to why he said such a thing.

"Well, I just assumed you'd have more..." he said, blushing and gulping, "experience than I would.

At this Sakura was taken aback; her cheeks flushed when the assumption came to full realization. She blushed again, a small silence falling between the two before he grabbed her hand. "Let's go, Sakura-chan. We'll find a place to eat." She found herself blushing a vibrant red that clashed with her blouse and hair as he led her around Konoha.

It was like that she found herself going around her home city. Sakura found herself wondering how Naruto didn't notice exactly how hot her hand was. Something about the entire situation, how beautiful she felt with him always thanking her for the chance while the setting sun gave him an ethereal glow, made her squeal and moan internally.

It was as she suggested a few places for dinner she realized something. She saw how he refused some of the more complex and upscale places. He had refused them with a sad glint in his eye and she couldn't tell if it was timidity or fear that caused it; even now he wasn't willing to embarrass her because of his tenant. So after almost half an hour of searching she stopped suddenly.

He would of looked shocked had he enough time but she jerked him into her arms. She briefly remembered a moment like this several years ago during her first Chuunin Exam as she tightly clutched onto him. After a moment he tentatively wrapped his arms around her, carefully holding on. She knew he had always wanted to do this so she was worried when he barely touched her. So, to encourage him and to relax the obvious tension in him, she began to rub his back and nuzzle against him.

And with that the dams broke. He was grabbing onto her, stuffing her with his chest as he rested his head on hers. She could sense how desperate he was; his needy embrace betrayed him. It was like that she stood, accepting his care as she melted into him silently.

Before they knew it the setting sun had completed its journey below the horizon and they had yet to move from their embrace; they obviously had yet to eat. So, with a much lighter heart than when he picked her up earlier he led them to the nearest restaurant, not worried about anything.