Disclaimer: Kishimoto is a genius and a god and I'm…not. Why would anyone think I owned Naruto?
Warnings: Mild language, imagined yaoi, Pervert!Sakura, mild time-skip spoilers. DON'T READ if yaoi squicks you…You have been warned.
Sakura was fairly proud of herself; after all, she'd managed not to blush furiously every time she glanced at Sai after Konohamaru unveiled that—that foul, perverted jutsu.
Just because Sai and Sasuke happened to be two very attractive people did not mean that the little brat could use their forms in his sick transformations!
And if anyone there said she had been practically drooling at the sight…Well, she'd deny it. She hadn't been. Really.
Sakura went home eagerly, ready to get away from Sai's smirking, Kakashi's twinkling eye, and Naruto's gagging noises every time he caught her watching Sai's ass.
She didn't actually think a guy could have an ass that nice, but now that she'd actually looked…Well.
It wasn't her fault that she was stuck on a team filled with hot men, it wasn't!
And Sakura blamed Naruto's corrupting influence when she woke up the next morning shaking. Damn, that was hot, but it was so…so wrong.
And when Naruto laughed and asked her why she was still blushing, and was she turning into a perverted old geezer like Kakashi-sensei? Sakura punched him through two trees and a chain-link fence.
She didn't want him to see the blush on her face redden as she looked at him now, all broad shoulders and tanned abs. Because if Sai and Sasuke were hot as hell together…Naruto and Sasuke had just become her new favorite fantasy.
God, she was turning into another Jiraiya. Sakura figured she really was twisted when she realized that she didn't mind so much.
As long as she had that dream again.