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Love Sick
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairings: Sasuke/Sakura, minor Naruto/Sakura, Kakashi/Shizune
Rating: T
Summary: (rewritten) OOCness, for Sakura's birthday, sequel to Jealous Thoughts, Denial Ideas: Poor Sakura! First she gets the flu and is bedridden. Now her overprotective boyfriend and teammates are going to 'heal' her. May God have mercy on her soul.
Part Three
Tsunade drummed her fingers against her desk in a bored fashion as her assistant rambled on about one thing or another. She would much rather be drinking some sake or training her adorable student.
She popped her jaw, a habit she really should break, looking out the window wistfully. It was such a nice day. She shouldn't be dealing with…this…
"I think lemon custard. But white is so traditional! But there is also the idea of cupcakes. But would that be more expensive? Would those dry out? What if everyone wants more than one cupcake? And would it all be the same flavor? Or should it be chocolate and vanilla? But if I do that, what kind of chocolate should it be?"
Tsunade grunted, listening to Shizune ramble about the upcoming wedding.
'If it's not one thing it's another.' The Hokage thought as her obsessive-apprentice continued to wonder aloud what would be needed for the ceremony and after party.
'I need alcohol.'
Coughing a bit, Sakura slowly opened her eyes, wincing as the sunlight hit her. Groaning, she slowly pulled herself up, wanting to stay in bed.
But her stomach gave off a grumble. Communicating with her, "Feeeed me. Feeeed me."
Apparently, she needed food.
Not wanting to bother her teammates anymore Sakura eased herself off the bed, her petite feet entering her house-shoes, placed on her light pink robe, and made her way to the door.
Slowly opening it, she looked both left and right, seeing no one in sight. Feeling better and with a grin she entered the hallway about to make her way down stairs when a growl came from behind her.
She had no chance before arms were wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back.
"Where do you think you are going?" Sasuke asked, not too happy that she was sneaking off.
Looking a bit embarrassed that she was caught; Sakura gave him a sheepish grin over her shoulder. "I-I was just going down to get some food." It was nice to have her voice back.
Eyes narrowed, the Uchiha picked her back up and marched back to her room. Placing her on her bed, he tucked her in. "You will not leave this bed. You are too sick. Just ell me whatever you want and I will get it."
Blushing, Sakura refused to meet his eyes. He was going into possessive-romantic-mode. He could make her a pile of goo by the things he says and does.
Smirking, Sasuke knew he won. Again, he had to flaunt his victory.
Naruto is right to call him a bastard.
Bending down he nuzzled himself between her ear and hair and purred making her squeak and blush all the more. Chuckling he moved a piece of hair from her face and blew into her ear.
"You're cute when you blush."
Kakashi decided to try again at soup making. He swore that once Sakura was better he was going to spend time with his soon-to-be-wife and learn how to cook. It was tougher than it looked!
After quickly cleaning the kitchen, the jounin was once again ready to get boiling! Now he was fully prepared. He had a pot filled with water already steaming, just beginning to bubble. He had the ingredients set in an orderly fashion ready for chopping. A knife, a large spoon, and a peeler were also ready.
Kakashi the Iron Chef!
Iron Chef Kakashi Vs. The Difficult Chicken Soup!
Begin!
The sliver-haired man was giddy as he imagination went into TV. Mode.
Naruto sighed as he scrubbed the floor of his girlfriend's home. He never knew that cleaning could be this exhausting, though he had never really ever cleaned before. It was one reason why his apartment could smell a bit sour.
Wiping some sweat of his brow he continued to work.
"I hope my Sakura-chan will get better soon." He looked all down, remembering the pink-haired girl and what she was suffering through. "MY POOR SAKUR-CHAN!" He bawled.
She was so sick and weak. She was probably up in her room crying for him as Sasuke-teme continued to be a perverted creep.
"NOO! DON'T BE SAD MY POOR LITTLE SAKURA-CHAN!"
Sakura silently fumed as she waited for Sasuke to come back up with some soup. Every time he wanted something he did that romantic thing and turn her into mush. It was impossible for her to say no to him and that was just not fair.
She swore she would get revenge on him.
Frowning her thoughts then turned to confusion. "Why hasn't shishou or Shizune-sensei come to see me? I know they could have healed me faster than this. I would be able to, but shishou says until you have had years, upon years of medical experience do not perform a healing jutsus on yourself when you are sick."
Blinking, she leaned back into her pillow, bringing her stuffed rabbit to her chest she continued. "I wonder what they said to Kakashi-sensei when he told them I was sick."
Sasuke smirked triumphantly as he strode down the stairs to the kitchen, knowing his Sakura would stay in place . . .at least for a good fifteen minutes.
Opening up the door to the kitchen he sweat-dropped at what he saw.
His sensei was jumping around with a knife performing weird stunts as he called off some heroic pick-up lines.
"Fear not fair Shizune-hime! I, the great Iron Chef Kakashi, will vanquish the evil carrots and turn them into soup for you!"
Sasuke twitched as the immature man continued in his daydream. At least the soup was getting made, somehow, and there was no mess, somehow.
He also appeared to be enjoying himself quite well.
Naruto continued to be an over-dramatic-boyfriend as he dusted the living room. "Sasuke is no good for her. What if my poor Sakura-chan falls down a well when his back is turned? What if a horned lizard chases my poor Sakura-chan? What if she falls, gets sicker, and DIES!"
"What if she gets kidnapped by mutated ramen noodles and is forced to do a strip tease?" Sasuke snapped sarcastically. "Sakura is MINE dumbass. I won't let any of those things happen to her."
Of course our favorite future Hokage is a bit dense when it comes to these things and didn't hear the sarcasm nor the last part.
"NOOOO! NOT THE MUTATED RAMEN!" The duster didn't even hit the floor when he was halfway across the village, ready to get to Ichiraku before the noodles took over the world.
Sasuke blinked as he saw the dust trail that was left from a speeding Naruto begin to slowly disappear. He had never seen him move so fast, even when ramen was half-priced off.
Though an idiot, he was powerful. Sasuke really did need to be careful in leaving his darling angel near him.
Sakura was busying herself as she played with the stuffed toy bunny she just received. Making it dance, ski, boogie, disco, gymnastics, shake it's groove thing, the Hustle, jump rope, become super man, save the world, and get married to the stuffed monkey she had. It kept her very happy and entertained.
Laughing she brought out her teddy bear and her voice grew deeper as she forced the monkey behind it. "Ha-Ha-Ha! I have your husband Super Bunny! You will never defeat me now!"
She then moved the monkey with the dark green vest aground its chest, and said in lighter, but still deeper than her own, voice, "Save yourself Bunny! It's too dangerous!"
She then picked up her bunny and made its paws go to its hips. "Nothing is to dangerous for me! For I am. . .SUPER BUNNY! The strongest female bunny there ever is! Take that, Dr. Bear! And that! Ka-pow! Bang! Bang!"
"Augh! You have defeated me!"
"Oh thank-you Bunny! Now we can live happily ever after!"
Lets just say Sakura knows how to amuse herself.
By the time Shizune had got to the 1,287 thing on her what-to-do and what-I-want-to-do list the Godaime was a twitching mess.
"Now! Should we go classic and fancy and release doves? Or should we show that we are ninjas and throw kunai's in the air with explosion tags on them that burst in the sky like fireworks?"
Sighing, Tsunade rubbed her throbbing head. "The kunai idea sounds original. Do that."
Grinning up at her sensei, Shizune fully agreed. "Great idea Tsunade-sama! Now for Naruto do you think we should actually serve ramen or just tell him it's my wedding and he will chock down anything we place in front of him . . .Hhmmm. . . Choking it is!"
Tsunade was using all her will power not to bang her head repentantly on her desk.
Sasuke blinked again as he walked in to the kitchen hoping that Sakura's food was ready. He saw that Kakashi was still playing around, this time he had reached Shizune and was fighting back an army of potatoes.
"Gasp! We are surrounded my love!" He squealed out in a girly voice, making the Uchiha grimace in absolute annoyance.
"Don't worry Shizune-hime! Our love will over-power these terrible beings!"
'Dear Lord, he needs medication.'
And thus the medical care of Haruno Sakura continued!