Hello sweeties, I'm back once again, and this one is for my darling little life ruiner (I kid!) Hektols who said once upon a chappie that:

"according to canon Sakura is a very bad cook"

Well, this just ruined my day (or at least made me frown). I didn't remember reading it in the manga, I didn't see it on Wiki, but I did remember that some of the fics I read with Sakura had her not able to cook very well. So feeling a tad silly for not seeing this somewhere I had to write this to explain how my Sakura cooks.

Onward!

"Oh my God," Sakura breathed, looking down in amazement at one of the greatest accomplishments of her life, "I did it." She looked around, half expecting someone to be there to share in her complete and astonished joy before looking back down at the glass dish that housed the most beautiful baked chicken she had ever seen. The skin was perfectly browned and seasoned, and the rice that was with it was steaming and was a lovely brown color, looking as if they had been cooked by someone who knew what she was doing The stir-fried green beans, mushrooms and onions looked flawless in their own little pan, and the entire thing nearly brought her down to her knees from how marvelous it was.

She had finally -finally- made and entire dish without ruining anything.

Ino could take taunts and shove them down her throat along with all of the little remarks about her terrible cooking. Not only had she just cooked, but she had just kicked cooking's ass.

"That smells good." A deep voice said from behind her, making her jump and whip around to bump into the chest of one Hatake Kakashi. Sakura blinked up at him for a moment before finally finding her voice, reminding herself that he hadn't even touched her yet so her knees had no reason to be weak.

"Ah, thanks..." She noticed the way his eyes seemed to be permanently glued to the chicken -obviously caught by just how beautiful and marvelous and perfect it looked- and so before she even thought about it she found herself asking, "Do you want a plate?"

With a surprisingly quick nod he moved to the tiny table and sat down in one of the chairs, watching as she cut a few hearty pieces out of the chicken and scooped up generous spoonfuls of rice and vegetables. A few minutes later they were sitting across from one another and eating, both pleasantly surprised at just how good the food actually was.

"You know," Kakashi said after swallowing another forkful of rice, "I thought you couldn't cook."

She supposed that she could have told the truth, which was that she actually wasn't very good at it and that the chicken was an anomaly, but all she could hear was Ino making snarky comments about how her lack of cooking skills would lead her to not keeping a man, which led her to saying to her lover of the past month: "Of course I can cook."

He nodded and decided not to press his argument -especially not when holding his tongue got him food- and sat his fork down on his now empty plate, satisfied after two hearty servings. He stood up and walked around her, ruffling her hair as he passed, chuckling as she huffed at the indignity of it. "Well then, I'll have to stop by again for some more." He said just before disappearing in a puff of smoke and a rustle of leaves to leave for a mission he was already an hour late for.

Huffing out a breath in annoyance at his abrupt departure -while assuring herself that she was certainly not disappointed that all he did to her was ruffle her hair- Sakura got up and took care of what little food was left over before getting to the dishes. While she was in the middle of the repetitive chore of scouring the plates and pans with the wash-rag she allowed her mind to wander, thinking on all of the supplies she'd have to replenish from the times her friends had decided her help was better than the hospitals. While it was flattering -and annoying, very annoying- she hated having to go out and constantly buy more sheets and bandages all the time.

She needed new towels since her old ones were almost frayed beyond use, and she was also almost out of shampoo. She wanted to get new throw pillows, but she supposed that could wait until she actually had some time, and she also really needed to go to the grocery store eventually. Maybe while she was there she could grab a couple of cookbooks and try to see if she could find anything else she could fix for... and was she really thinking about learning to cook for Kakashi? Sure, she had been complaining about it earlier to herself and had been determined to cook something to prove Ino wrong, but that was over with now.

She most certainly did not have to cook anything else, and certainly not for Kakashi.

She reminded herself of this fact the next day as she pushed her cart through the aisles, pointedly ignoring the pretty little display of cookbooks that sat at the end of the shelves she was at. After all, there was absolutely no reason for her to even note their existence. So she picked up the box of frozen dinner she wanted, put it in her cart and started to turn it past the cookbooks to get to the next aisle...

...And she opened up the shiny red and white checked cover to start glancing through, just for pure curiosity's sake. It was just a book about cooking, and she just wanted to see how easy it would be to make something new, something just for herself, obviously.

What... What the hell was blanching? And braising? Poaching an egg? How did you do that? And what did it mean "garnish to taste"? What was a garnish and why was the book being so damn vague?

"S-Sakura? Are you okay?" She heard a gentle voice ask, pulling her from her inner rant, "You look a little mad."

Looking up at Hinata Sakura shook her head to reassure her, motioning to the book with a scowl. "No, it's nothing. Just... Do you know what a flambe is?" Hinata blinked and shook her head slowly, moving so she could see the word in the book.

"No... Are you learning to cook?" She asked curiously, watching as the pinkette rolled her eyes in disgust as she snapped the book closed, setting it back on the stack.

"I was thinking about it, but since it seems that I need thirty different dictionaries to decipher that book, I don't think I'll be able to. Not without a class."

"T-Then why don't you take a class?" Hinata asked, truly curious since it seemed to be such a simple solution.

"Well I just don't want to go to it alone, you know? There's no way Ino would want to do it because she hates the thought of approaching a stove, and even though she hates it she does know how to cook anyways. And other than her there's just no one else I can think of."

Hinata nodded, contemplating the glossy cover of the book they both stared at before coming to her decision. "W-Well... I'll go with you, if that's okay." She quietly suggested. "All I know how to make is ramen for Naruto and vegetable soup, and it would be good for me to learn some new dishes so that we won't be stuck eating ramen every night." Slowly a small, blushing smile spread over her face as she lowered her head so that she looked at Sakura shyly through her bangs.

"It... It seems like something an actual wife would do, doesn't it? A cooking class..." She blushed even deeper, happily thinking of her soon coming marriage to her fiance.

"Yeah," Sakura said, mentally strangling and then decapitating the little taunting voice that told her she was learning to cook for a man too, to instead focus on just how adorable and sweet her two friends relationship was. "It does."

There we go, my little dearies. I added Hinata in there since I figured that a first born of the Hyuuga clan wouldn't know how to cook that well, and Sakura needed someone to hang out with while learning what a garnish is.

Also, I'm glad you liked Nanami, my sweet little TheCookieMonster77, I liked her too!

Happiness upon all of you, my sweet dears!