The story of a lifetime about to unfold. A boy, a girl, and a secret to be told. But this is not a fairy-tale filled with love and laughter; for this is a chapter with no "happily ever after." Let's introduce our heroes and the daring plot, the mystery Naruto is hiding and whatnot.
"So... Naruto. When are you gonna invite me into your home, huh? You're not SCARED, ARE YOU?"
A nosy pink-haired dumpster fire began to pester and question, her constant nagging a product of pure anal retention.
"Well... if you must know Sakura, I don't tend to have guests in my home, you know, especially when I've just moved in. I don't have everything ready yet. I barely have any furniture..."
"Oh, it's okay. I understand... It would just be nice to... you know... have the invitation. You know... I mean we did have somewhat of a conversation when I invited you to my apartment two months ago to welcome you into this hall. But you never came, and I still feel like we're strangers. And-and I was just thinking you could maybe... return the favor...?"
Her logic sound and her reasoning begrudging, but even Stevie Wonder could see that Naruto's not budging. As they stood there in silence exchanging awkward stares, Naruto's resounding disapproval too much to bear.
"...Of course, you're not OBLIGATED to...reciprocate, but it would be nice to know that we're on good terms Naruto. Sometimes it feels like you're avoiding me. Heh Heh Heh. *Squints*
"Sakura... you're acting CRAZY! It's not like I'm hiding anything from you... or something..."
He started to trail off. His nosy neighbor impatient. She wondered how long she could force conversation.
"It's just... I don't have space ready and I'm just not sure. Oh, I don't know..."
He slowly backed into his apartment; door already open. Knowing his will to argue was fully broken.
"It's just not something. I would like to discuss with you... right now... I'll invite you when I invite you. Is that okay? Is that understood?"
He drops the act of patience as Billboard Brow is clearly a menace, this back and forth is like a winded game of tennis. As he turns his back, finally ready to enter the apartment, he looks back at Sakura, causing disdain was clearly her department.
"Who knows I might even invite you...*Squints* tomorrow..."
But he was never planning to give her an invite, especially not this December. It seems even her name was starting to become a waste of time to remember.
He quickly rushed into his home and positioned himself behind the door in an attempt to protect himself from said nosy pink haired bore.
"Goodbye." *SHHLAMS DOOR*
*LOUD GASP*
As he slammed the door with a bitter goodbye, Sakura loses her chance to keep fighting "the good fight." A rude awakening, a bizarre introduction of what's to come, Sakura determined to wage a war that can't be won.
Naruto had gone and hurriedly locked the door. A slide, 2 clanks, and a pop sound here or there. Waging war against the Uzumaki was already proving a risky affair.
To add insult to injury, Naruto being a complete troll, he stuck his blue retina into the door's peephole.
Sakura, flustered and annoyed, admitted that he'd won this round. But Sakura is down, and not out, she just couldn't give up now.
As she glared with grimace, she tells Naruto head her warning, her face brimming with unimaginable scorning.
As she moved into her own apartment, she yelled-
"This isn't over yet!"
Naruto Uzumaki, what is your secret?
