The walls were back to white, yet something was still amiss. Still scarred 3 days later; this was no time to reminisce. It was still an ordinary day; will the torture subside? Will Sakura's act today just be bare bones dry? Naruto's still upset at what she had done. Violence is not how this battle should be won. Realistically, there probably aren't too many other excuses to attack. But, Naruto kept on his toes, waiting for something to react... to... whatever...

"..."

Naruto, doesn't sneak around anymore; what would be the point? But whatever relationship he has with her needs a disjoint. He really doesn't know how much more he can take. And he was starting to lose interest in the excuses she would make.

"...?"

Before he made it down the hall, he saw a man already leaving. But it was out of Sakura's apartment; he MUST be dreaming! He can't see the face and there's lots black dreads. Who the hell is Sakura taking into bed? He really didn't care about Sakura's business. But it's an interesting predicament to lay witness* to something like this. Naruto moved with swiftness. Somethin just ain't right; this was entirely suspicious.

"Um... hello Sir. I-"

Naruto said, while he tapped the man's shoulder. But it was Sakura's face, she was the dreaded beholder. Naruto started laughing, he was overcome with joy. It was hysterical, she's totally built like a boy. But why wear dreads? What the hell is going on? Sakura was displeased, and Naruto's hand was withdrawn. He sees the green, red, and yellow on her shirt, made of leather. Naruto, caught a clue and put the pieces together. He wanted to say it was racist, but it was put together tastefully. But unless she was trying to look like a guy, it didn't land gracefully.

"What's all this, Sakura?"

"Well... I'm about... to go... toooooooooo IMPROV CLASS!"

- - - - - - - - - - - *drumroll please*

"..."

"What's wrong Naruto? Are you upset because you can't find any groups or organizations to be a part of?"

"No."

"...?"

"..."

"Naruto, I know you're really trying to respond more, but I still feel like I'm carrying the weight of this conversation!"

"Ugh, give it a rest, I don't even know what all this is supposed to be. And, now that you mention it, there has not been one conversation with you that I've ever even wanted to have."

"That can not be true... what about... maybe..."

"After claiming to be polite and even going as far as to say that I don't seem inviting enough, you can't even think of one conversation that you've started that actually sparked any interest in me?"

"..."

"Well, atleast you're not lying.

"Naruto, when have I lied to you?"

"Don't you change the subject!"

"Well then tell me what you wanna talk about then. We do gotta wrap this up though cause I-"

"YOU DON'T HAVE IMPROV CLAAAAAASSSSSS!"

"Yes I-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO YOU DO NOT!"

"Naru-"

"We both KNOW that you made it up, you're a liar Sakura!"

"..."

"I mean what the hell do you know about improv?"

"..."

"Naruto..."

"Naruto WHAT?!"

"..."

"...?"

"Naruto... Jamaican me CRAZY!"

"..."

"..."

*giggles softly* "I fucking hate you, you know that?"

"I knew I'd getcha with that! Alright, I'm leaving now."

"Yeah-yeah... good luck with that *Weezes loudly* "IMPROV" class, Meg."

With that, Sakura left to do the only thing she knows. And for once, Naruto had hated to see her go.

And it wasn't intentional, in fact he'd snuck up on her. But of course, she didn't mind, Sakura is never deterred.

With her presence fleeting, he had to acknowledge the pink haired hag. He's now afraid talking to her, he'd land in a body bag.

And with this small interaction, he can enter his apartment in peace. It seems all that anger from before had been released.

To conclude this chapter, so that you don't disbelieve it.

We WILL find out Naruto Uzumaki's secret.


Yeeeeah yeeeeeah, this was a really short one, hadn't done one in awhile. I also plan on slowly cutting back on Author notes. I will say though, that there is alot planned. The next one should be 2 days from now. Fingers crossed ya'll.