Uzumaki Naruto couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not a single one was right! Not even one!

"Oi, Asshole," Naruto glared at his erstwhile best friend as he flipped through the photos on his DSLR. He regretted bullying this bozo into bringing the camera. "They're all blurry! How are you this bad at taking pictures? Aren't you supposed to be a war journalist?"

"Foreign affairs correspondent, idiot. Manda's the photographer." Sasuke rolled his eyes. How are we still friends, never mind best friends?

"Same thing! You need to take photographs sometimes too, right?"

"It's not at all the same thing, you nitwit."

"I've seen the pictures of Sakura and Sarada in your apartment! Heck, I see the one you carry in your wallet!"

"Photography studio," Sasuke said by way of explanation. He waved his hand when Naruto tried to hand the camera back. "Take the photos yourself."

Grumpily, Naruto complied and started snapping pics himself, actually taking the time to wait for the automatic focus to adjust itself. He got a few of Hinata and Sakura-chan smiling at each other as they grilled food for the picnic lunch. He got several of the kids, including an adorable one of Himawari chasing a butterfly and a few of Boruto and Sarada bickering, then scowling and turning their backs on each other.

He remembered the day the two had met for the first time. Boruto had grabbed Sarada's hair, Sarada had started crying as she tried to punch Boruto in the face, and Naruto had had to grab Sasuke so his son didn't suffer an early demise for making the Uchiha princess cry. He remembered Hinata had tried to separate the two babies while Sakura had just laughed hysterically and took as many pictures as she could. They grow up so fast, Naruto thought nostalgically.

At this point, fed up with her playmate, Sarada noticed that it was Naruto instead of her dad holding the camera now. Curious, she wandered over.

"Why're you taking pictures now, Naruto-ojisan?" Sarada asked.

Sensing Sasuke's weakness as the other man tensed beside him, Naruto grinned evilly to himself, before he shamelessly whined to the 12-year-old, "Listen, Sarada-chan, your dad's so annoying. All the pictures he took were super blurry! You can barely tell who's who in them! Look!"

"Papa?" Sarada eyed her father suspiciously, "But Papa's a good photographer. He took-"

"Peanut-," Sasuke tried to cut her off, but Sarada was quickly distracted when Naruto brandished the viewfinder.

"Look at this one! Is that Himawari or is that you? It's just a big blob! Your aunt Hinata looks like a ghost!" With great gusto, they started quickly flipping through Sasuke's previous half-assed attempts. Neither noticed Sasuke get more and more anxious, and they both ignored his little motions towards his camera.

"Boruto looks like an egg yolk," Sarada giggled, then she tilted her head as the setting of the photos on the camera changed. "Hey, that's Mama's bedroom."

"Give it!" For a one-armed man, Sasuke was surprisingly nimble, but Naruto was faster, having anticipated it. He dodged Sasuke's swipe and switched to the next photo, mercifully out of Sarada's field of vision.

"And… Woah!" Naruto's eyes widened, and a tiny little bit of blood leaked from his nose as he stared at the viewfinder. "Sakura-chan sure grew up-"

"Oh yeah?" the cold menace in Sakura's voice right behind them made all three of the miscreants freeze.

Sarada turned around first and smiled weakly at her furious mother and disapproving aunt. "Hi Mama-"

"Lunch is ready. Go to the table, Sarada," Sakura didn't even look at her daughter. She was still staring daggers at her husband and their best friend from childhood. "We'll be right there, just as soon as we've dealt with your papa and uncle."

Knowing the real power in this situation, Sarada promptly turned tail and ran to a safe distance.

Sasuke and Naruto glanced at each other in desperation. A cold shiver ran down both their spines.

"Now, Sasuke-kun," Sakura cracked her knuckles, "I thought you said those shots were for your eyes only."

"Sakura-chan, it's all his fault!"

"Sakura, I can explain-"

A few days later…

"Here are the pictures from the barbeque, Hinata-chan," Sakura handed over a small USB stick. They were meeting for coffee, just the two of them, as their husbands continued their penance for that day by giving them a rare girls-only day out. "Naruto actually got some decent ones, before… you know."

"Thanks." A mischievous grin flashed across Hinata's face, "Just the pictures from the barbeque?"

"Shannaro!" Sakura turned a bright cherry red at the mention of those boudoir shots. Thank goodness they'd done the ones with lingerie last. "That idiot. I can't believe Sasuke used that memory card without checking it."

"You know, Sakura-chan," Hinata's face turned a rosy red as she glanced around the cafe. At this hour of the day, it was practically deserted, but Hinata still shifted a bit closer to Sakura to whisper in her ear, "Yesterday, Naruto bought a camera too!"

AN: I'm baaaaaaack~ And yes I will be catching up. Alas as much as I would love to devote myself to writing, life comes first. Also, there's a few prompts in this collection that makes me deeply regret I didn't rate this for smut. Oh well!