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"Talking"
'Thinking' shenanigans
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"Make sure you bring all the needed props to skit rehearsal tomorrow," Neji told the group as they walked towards the dorms.
"Our skit is going to be awesome!" Kiba declared with a goofy smile.
"I can't wait to get a chance to cross dress for it!" Naruto declared with his own cheeky smile.
"For some reason, your enthusiasm to cross dress worries me," Sakura told him with a brow raised at his smile.
"I think it's his mental stability we need to be more concerned with," Temari commented as she looked over the ecstatic blonde.
"I would have to agree," Tenten replied with a small smirk.
"He's too troublesome."
Ch.6 Good and bad traditions
On that Friday morning, the excitement had partially returned to the members of the Konoha marching band. Most likely because they got to return home the next day and at the end of their day today they get to go to a party where cross dressing by upperclassman was acceptable.
But the last full day of band camp was usually the most fun. Seniors get to make togas out of their bed sheets then march around, instructors and drum majors would hand out creative awards while the rest of the band ate popsicles, the juniors and seniors would put on skits about the band camp experience, and everybody would get to let loose and dance at the end of the night.
Before they could start into all these activities though, they had to survive through a rehearsal with the director of the Konoha State University bands.
This man always came in with a sour attitude and intimidated the freshman to such an extent that they had to think twice about wanting to come back the next year. The thing is, once you got onto his good side, you were in the clear and didn't have to worry about him yelling at you.
But if you were Sakura on his good side, you could never get him to leave you the hell alone. For this reason, Sakura dreaded the morning practice on Friday every time she came to camp.
She met the man a while ago on a chance encounter when she was in a public place running into Sasuke, Itachi, and their family.
Words were said, Sakura was sassy to Sasuke, a man chuckle and told Sasuke that he should respect a 'beautiful woman'. The man was Madara Uchiha; Sasuke and Itachi's uncle.
She later came to realize on that first Friday practice of her freshman year that the man was also the director of bands at Konoha State University. She also came to realize that by being sassy to this man's nephew, he was slightly infatuated with her.
'Oh goody.'
Infatuated wouldn't be the best word for it but really there wasn't a word for the way he acted around her. One minute he'd be teasing her and the next he would have her wrapped up in a bone crushing hug and would whisper in her ear about how adorable she was.
'Psh. High level educator my ass.'
And it didn't even end there. Madara also had a perverted assistant who she was also familiar with through her years of band camp; Jiraiya.
He was one of Tsunade's friends from back in the day and he would always be telling stories about their childhood or the pornographic novels he writes on the side.
Kakashi had to be his number one fan.
Jiraiya wasn't nearly as bad as Madara was, but he'd throw in a perverted comment about her here and there just because he knew it would tick her off.
Sakura arrived early to the field and was one of the first ones there besides some instructors. She walked over to the drum major's usual spot and dropped off her water bottle and clip board before grabbing her sunglasses and heading over to the center podium set up. Climbing up the short but wide ladder, she took a seat on the platform and crossed her legs, waiting for the rest of the band to show up.
"Is that our little Sakura-Chan?" a voice called from her far left.
'Here we go…'
"She's not little anymore Jiraiya," the other voice spoke, smirk evident in their voice, "She's a woman now. Just look at how much she's grown since the last time we've seen her."
The pinkette rolled her eyes and sent a hand to brush through her pink tresses, not looking up at the directors, "Jiraiya-san, Uchiha-san, thank you for being here today."
The two older men smirked at stopped when the reached the front of the podium she was perched on.
"Aw, what a cold greeting," Madara complained as he leaned against the podium with his elbow on the platform, "You know you're happy to see me, love. I'm still waiting to be greeted with a hug."
Sakura rolled her eyes and leaned back in her sitting position, "In you dreams."
"Madara-San, Jiraiya-San," Kakashi called in greeting as he made his way over to save Sakura, "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to be here with us today."
"No problem at all Kakashi," Madara replied as he turned slightly towards the high school director, still keeping himself propped up on the occupied podium, "It's always a pleasure to come and assist you."
"Right, well once the band gets here we can get the rehearsal going and you can provide us with your critics," Kakashi said with a smile that crinkled his mask.
Not wanting to stay around Madara or Jiraiya any longer than she had to, Sakura slide off the podium and made her way over to her group of friends that was approaching the field.
"Sakura-Chan!" Madara complained as he noticed her retreat, "Where are you going?"
"To talk to people I actually like!" she called back over her shoulder as she reached her companions.
"I take it that Sasuke's uncle is giving you problems again?" Neji asked as he looked past her to see a pouting Madara.
"What gave it away?" she asked with sweet sarcasm as she brushed a frustrated hand through her pink locks.
"Sasuke-teme!" Naruto yelled to the boy who wasn't far behind them, "Control your perverted uncle!"
"Tch," Sasuke sounded, "Not even I can manage that."
The practice was off to a good start with Itachi conducting the 'Any Way you Want it' as their opening song. Deidara followed up by conducting the hit song 'Carry On my Wayward Son' by Kansas. Sakura then conducted a jazz arranged song in which only the percussion section played while the band performed very intricate shapes and patterns across the field. They came around to their final song which was 'Sing, Sing, Sing' where Deidara and Sakura got the chance to perform their swing dance in front of everyone for the first time. Luckily, they didn't make any mistakes.
When they finished, the instructors and chaperones clapped in approval and the band cheered at their accomplishment as they waited to here what their guests had to say.
Madara watched the performance leaned up against the side of the center podium and finally moved up to the top of the podium with Jiraiya not far behind him.
"It was good," his smooth voice told them, "But you still need a lot of work before it's up to first division standards at band festival. Let's work on a few things from each selection and see if we can make I remotely presentable for your performance tomorrow."
Sakura scowled as she made her way back up to the front after her dance with Deidara. He knew that they weren't as terrible as he was making them out to be but he just had to be a pain in the ass when he worked with them.
It took them an hour to get the first two songs to a point where they were 'acceptable' by Madara's terms. When he got to Sakura's song, he couldn't shut his mouth about how wonderfully the song was conducted and how he was extremely impressed with how well the band had pulled through with that song, no doubt without Sakura's help.
"As for your final song, I think the drill and music are well organized," the university band director told them, making the members sigh in relief. "The issue hat I have with this song is the dance between the two drum majors."
"What?" Sakura questioned venomously to the director.
Madara smirked towards the peeved pinkette, "Well Sakura, I feel the dance is a bit inappropriate for a high school band performance."
"And why do you say that, yeah?" Deidara asked Madara with a raised brow.
The university director looked towards the blonde drum major with a mild glare, "Because a female of Sakura's caliber shouldn't be berated by such an inappropriate dance such as that."
"Madara," Sakura called out sweetly as she walked to stand in front of the podium looked up at him with a hand on her hip before changing her voice into a low whisper, "I'll be doing the dance with Deidara and your opinion on the matter won't change that."
The addressed man smirked at the pinkette and leaned his face down closer to her own, "I figured as much."
Sakura continued to glare at the man while he just smirked at her lower form before standing up straight and facing the entire band, "With the changes I've made, your performance should go well tomorrow. I am finished here."
"Juniors and seniors report to your designated areas for skit rehearsal during your break, yeah. Freshman and sophomores stand by for the paper plate ceremony," Deidara announced as he glared at the Konoha state director from the corner of his eye.
"Band dismissed," Itachi called out.
Once Itachi spoke those words, all Sakura wanted to do was run back to her room and pass out on her bed for a couple hours; of course that couldn't happen. The reasons it couldn't happen were one, having to go to skit rehearsal then the paper plate ceremony and two, the minute the band began to walk away Sakura was glomped by Itachi's uncle.
She didn't even see him jump off the podium and wrap his arms around her torso until it was too late.
"Madara!" she complained as she tried to remove herself from the older man's grasp, "Let go!"
"Aw but Sakura-Chan," the older man purred as his long black hair tickled her neck, "I just got my time with you. It can't be over already."
"Uncle," Itachi's voice called out from in front of them, "Release Sakura."
Madara smirked at the hint of jealousy hidden in his nephew's tone as he watched from his spot in front of them. Smirking towards his family member, the older Uchiha only hugged Sakura tighter to his body, "Now Itachi, respect your elder's wishes."
Sasuke walked over next to his brother and glared at his uncle, "Let her go, now."
The director sighed against Sakura's hair as he nuzzled his nose against her ear, "I don't want too."
Sakura had enough as she jabbed her elbow into the male behind her, causing him to loosen his grip on her enough that she could move away from him.
"Pervert," she mumbled under her breath as she walked away from the director, past his nephews, and over towards the junior group that was practicing for their skit.
The three Uchiha's watched the pinkette's retreating form then looked back at each other with similar glares set on their handsome faces.
"Did you have a change of heart Sasuke?" Madara asked with a small smirk tugging at his perfect lips.
His youngest nephew returned his smirk, "Hn, I never had too."
"I find that hard to believe," Itachi added with slight amusement towards his brother's smug attitude.
"Hn," Sasuke answered with a glare towards his older brother, "You're one to talk. You didn't start speaking to her until this year."
"Think what you'd like little brother," Itachi told Sasuke with a small smirk. "At least I wasn't being intolerable to her like yourself."
"Well I've been talking to the beautiful Sakura longer than the both of you," Madara added in as he turned his gaze back to the pinkette that was now talking to her friends. "That means I'm winning."
Sakura noticed Madara's gaze and her face twisted in annoyance, "Stop talking about me you perverts!"
All the Uchiha's could do was smirk.
The juniors sat around in a circle and discussed their plan for the skit they were to perform later that night for the rest of the band.
It was tradition that the junior and senior classes performed a skit about band camp that year. There was allowed to be cross dressing, jokes, and all around making fun of the higher ups in the band.
Sakura was not excited in the least because she knew that she was one of the people that were going to be made fun of by not only her friends, but the seniors. It was bad enough that Naruto was crossing dressing to look like her in the skit, but she couldn't even imagine who would take the honor from the senior class.
The pinkette sighed and laid back in the grass. She wasn't allowed much of a part in the skit, or in the making of the skit for that matter, because it was thought to be bias if she helped out to much.
"So Naruto is going to be Sakura, Ino is going to be Deidara, and Sasuke is going to be Itachi," Neji listed off to the group of juniors before he looked over to Sakura, "Can you give Naruto some of your clothes later."
Sakura rolled her eyes at the thought of Naruto stretching out her clothing and let out another sigh, "Yeah, yeah."
"Doesn't that mean you have to give him one of your bras too?" Kankuro asked with his infamous perverted smile.
Sakura sat up instantly and shot Kankuro at glare, "No way in hell."
Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as a light blush dusted across his whiskered cheeks, "Uh well Sakura-Chan the thing is I don't have a bra."
"That's probably a good thing," Temari murmured.
Sakura raised a manicured pink brow at her blonde friend, "I fail to see how that's my problem. I'm not lending you one of my bras; end of story."
Naruto hung his head in defeat as Sakura laid herself back down in the soft grass with her arms propped underneath her head. Her eyes slide shut and she silently listened to her friends talk as she soaked up the warm afternoon sun.
Once she finally got relaxed, she felt the sun disappear above her and a shadow cover loon over her body. Cracking one eye open, she looked up at the shadow that had taken away her sun.
"Kisame," she spoke with a heavy exhale as she looked upon the blue tuba player that was giving her his shark like smile, "What do I owe the pleasure of your sun blocking?"
"Well princess, seeing that the skit rehearsal time will be over soon, we need you to eventually get us some of your clothes for our skit tonight," he explained to her with his arms crossed across his chest above her laying position.
She sat up and groaned in disapproval, "Do I have too?"
He widened his pointed smile, "Yes."
"Fine," she told him with a huff of annoyance, "Now go away. We are trying to practice."
"As you wish your highness," he told her as he turned around to walk away, "I'll be finding you once we finish the paper plate ceremony."
"Stupid annoying shark," the pinkette mumbled to herself as she laid back down in the grass.
"I heard that!" the sousaphone leader yelled over his shoulder with a prominent smirk.
"I meant for you too you, asshole!"
After their short break, the band met back out near their field under a largely shaded area for the paper plate ceremony.
The paper plate ceremony was for the instructors and drum majors to give out different creative awards for achievements and funny situations that occurred during the five days of band camp thus far.
It usually ends up being if you have an embarrassing moment, do something absolutely hilarious, or actually make some progress over the time your on campus you get a crappy paper plate with the name of your award and a sad excuse for a drawing.
The chaperones were passing out popsicles and to the band members while they quietly waited for the instructors to start the award giving.
Kurenai walked up first and presented a total of three awards, one to a freshman that actually cared about doing well, one to Konan for being a silent but scary leader, and the last to Ino for still being a flirt while having a boyfriend.
Baki was up next and he presented two awards, one of which was to Hidan which Sakura could only assume was for being a complete asshole.
The rest of the sections flew by, with the drum majors next to present their awards. This was always the opportunity for fan girls of their higher powered peers to see if they had even left an impression on their dream men, or in Sakura's case; fan boys and dream woman.
Sakura moved up in front of the band with her hand-made paper plates in hand.
"Alright, so my first award is going to a person who was a leader, but really didn't act like it until the time needed him too," she began with a small smile as she pulled out her first award, "Shikamaru, come up here."
The called upon male sighed as he pushed himself off the ground, "What a drag."
When he reached her she passed him his award and looked at him with a wider smile, "I called this award the 'Too Troublesome' award."
A small smile tugged at his lips as Sakura moved in to give him a short hug before he sat back down.
Some of the other males in the audience sent the trombone section leader collective glares before turning back up to Sakura as she spoke again.
"My next award goes to a senior whose silent but forceful tactics made him a huge assistance when some people from other sections," she paused sending Hidan a look in which he only smirked in reply, "Weren't always doing what they were asked."
"Kakuzu could you come up here?" the pinkette inquired as she shot the stitched section leader a small smile.
He complied silently and walked up to the front to stand next to her much shorter form and accept his award.
"Thank you," he spoke deeply as he put one of his larger hands atop her head of pink hair, "Too bad now Hidan won't leave either of us alone for me receiving this award."
She let out a short laugh, "He hasn't left me alone the entire time I've been here. I didn't expect things to change."
"What the fuck?" the white haired male complained loud enough for everyone to hear, "How come fucking Kakuzu gets a goddamn awards from her and I don't? This is fucking bull shit. Jashin is not fucking amused."
Sakura just snickered while Kakuzu rolled his eyes before going back to his spot in the grass.
"My last award goes to my fellow drum major, Deidara," Sakura spoke with a smirk playing on her perfect lips as her blonde counterpart made his way up to the front. "It's the 'My best Girlfriend' award. Since you do in fact, resemble one of my best girl friends."
Band members chuckled at the joke while Deidara just kept a smirk of his own planted on his features. He leaned down with his lips next to Sakura's ear and let his deep voice barely fill the air, "Don't worry Sakura-Chan, I'll get you back for this, yeah."
"I'll take that challenge, oh dearest girlfriend of mine," she told him with a short laugh as they both just continued to smile at the rest of the band.
After lunch, and a regrettable trip to give Kisame and Naruto a pair of her clothes, Sakura returned back to the field with the rest of the band as the waited for the seniors to arrive in their togas.
It was a tradition that on the last full day of band camp during your senior year, you use your university bed sheets and make them into some sort of toga to wear to the last official practice. Although on the way to the field, everyone switches instruments just for fun.
The practice, and senior event for that matter, weren't really a big deal. The fact of the matter was the way that some of the males chose to wear there togas could walk the line of pretty much shirtless.
And when the seniors marched on to the field, there was certainly an array of nose bleeds and fan girl screaming. Sakura was luckily not part of either of those categories as she sat perched upon the center podium more interested in the clouds than the god like men that were presented before her.
Ok, so she noticed them. Who wouldn't? They were all practically shirtless, good looking, and all pinning after her attention. It was hard not to notice them. Especially the ones she was paired up with for leadership purposes.
Itachi and Deidara stood on either side of the podium Sakura occupied with their white bed sheets wrapped loosely around their bodies, showing a good amount of their sculpted chests.
'Don't look. Don't look Don't look!' Sakura thought to herself as she continued to try looking at the clouds that were getting less interesting by the second compared to the men at her sides. 'If you look you'll stare and if you stare they won't let you live it down. Stay focused. Remain calm. Whatever you do, don't act like a drooling fan girl.'
"Sakura," Itachi's smooth and sultry voice called out, trying to regain her attention from her inner battle.
"Hm?" she sounded quietly, still refusing to look at her fellow drum majors.
Deidara and Itachi smirked knowing that she was trying not to look at them because she found them attractive. The thought alone gave their egos a boost.
"What so you think of our togas, yeah?" Deidara questioned as he placed an arm on the podium, using it as support as he continued to gaze up at the lightly blushing pinkette.
"They're nice," she answered quickly, still looking at the continuously uninteresting sky.
"How would you know?" the dark haired drum major questioned with a small smirk as he moved to stand next to Deidara, "You haven't even spared us a glance."
'This is the truth, only because I don't need to be distracted by your shiftlessness'.'
Letting out a deep breath, Sakura turned to face the two men currently asking for her attention but she wasn't expecting what she received when she faced them.
Both of the males in front of her had their white sheets hung over their chiseled bodies like it was a piece of art going to a showcase. The brightness of the sheets against Deidara's tan skin contrasted with his long blonde locks made him look like a handsome sun kissed god. Itachi on the other hand, showed his well toned paler skin against the whiteness of the sheets made him look flawless.
Sakura swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat from gazing at the two very attractive drum majors and moved off the podium and over towards were Kakashi was standing, "We should get s-started."
The males smirked as the blushing pinkette scurried to get away from them.
"Wait bitch!" Hidan called as he joined Itachi and Deidara next to the podium, "You're suppose to complement me on how fucking sexy I am!"
Yes. Wearing togas could certainly be fun for those involved.
After the difficult toga rehearsal where Sakura had to practice her dance with a pretty much shirtless Deidara then was pulled into a massive group hug by all of her male seniors, the festivities for the night drew closer and Sakura waited for Temari to be ready to go out to their indoor practice room.
"I mean seriously Temari, it was like they were trying to give me a continuous nose bleed from their group toga hug," Sakura told her friend as she lay back in her bed with a hand thrown across her forehead. "I don't deserve this."
Her blonde friend just laughed at the flustered drum major as she fixed her hair in their bathroom mirror, "I'd say after all the shit they've given you over the years; this is something you deserve. Let the seniors vie for your attention like puppies, it should be a complement to you. I mean your hot Sakura; this is a small price to pay for looking the way you do. Hell, you should be grateful for the male affection seeing as they are all quite attractive. "
Sakura propped herself up on her elbow and raised a brow at her roommate, "You are no help to me what so ever."
Temari laughed as she slipped on her shoes before walking over to the pinkette and pulling her off of her bed, "Good. When you actually have a real problem, seek me out."
"Here's a problem," Sakura started as they began to walk down to their rehearsal space with linked arms, "My clothes are going to be permanently stretched out after Naruto and who ever else wear them."
"It will be worth the humor," Temari replied with a smirk. "And if you really care so much about those clothes, I'll buy you new ones."
"Good," Sakura replied with a smile as they walked towards the entrance, "Because I plan to burn the clothes when they're returned to me."
"That's probably for the best," the saxophone player replied with a soft chuckle as they saw the rest of their friends gathered in a corner of the room.
"So I take it everyone is ready to go?" Neji asked the group who all nodded in reply. "Good."
"Wait, where's Naruto?" Sakura questioned as she looked through the group of her peers, not noticing the loud mouth blonde.
"He said he was making water balloons to fill out his chest, or something along that line," Kiba spoke up with a small smirk at the thought of a soon to be cross dressed Naruto.
Sakura rolled her eyes at the male, "Let's just get this over with so I can move on with my life and try to relieve myself of the horrible cross dressing images to come."
Kankuro moved next to the pinkette and slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, "That's the spirit!"
The Konoha director moved front and center in the practice room and called for everyone's attention. "As you all know, it is tradition for the juniors and seniors to put on skits for their time at band camp thus far. Juniors will go first and seniors will follow. Once we have finished here, there will be an 'end of band camp' dance that is mandatory for all members. Enjoy."
The rest of the band sat around in chairs scattered throughout the back and middle of the room, leaving the front empty for skit purposes. Sakura moved to the front of the room while rest of the juniors waited outside the doors for their parts of the skit to begin.
"So this is the junior skit," Sakura began with light enthusiasm as she looked through the crowd, spotting the seniors smirking at her from the back of the room. She returned their smirks with a mischievous one of her own, "And we hope you don't take any…offence from our performance."
The pinkette moved to the side of the room and slide down the wall, taking a seat on the floor to watch the rest of the skit her friends had put together.
Kiba walked out first wearing a cloth mask on the lower half of his face and his hair styled to resemble their directors. He stopped in front of the room looking around silently for a few moments until he jumped excitedly in the air, arms and legs flailing about, "GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING BAND!"
The room laughed at his imitation as he continued.
"My name is Kakashi Hatake and I'll be your director this year at band camp!" Kiba continued trying to be as much like the silver haired director as he could. "Although I'm late all the time and enjoy reading smutty novels, I think we will all get along just fine!" he continued with a smile with a few chuckles from the audience, "Your drum majors this year are Itachi Uchiha, Deidara, and the lovely Sakura Haruno!"
As Kiba called out the names, Sasuke, Ino, and Naruto appeared; Naruto being the one who received the most applause and whistles from the audience.
The blonde male was wearing a pair of Sakura's black shorts along with one of Sakura's tank tops that was much too small on him due to his size, and the addition of water balloons in his chest area.
"Oh god," Sakura moaned in embarrassment as she placed a hand over her eyes, not wanting to watch Naruto trying to act like her. It was already bad enough that he was cross dressing.
Ino was wearing some of what assumed to be Kiba's baggy clothes and styled her hair to match the blonde drum major's. Sasuke really didn't have to do much to dress like his brother sense they were pretty much the same in the first place. He just wanted the opportunity to make fun of him.
"Itachi, say a few words to the band," Kiba instructed to Sasuke as the younger Uchiha took a step closer towards the audience.
"Hn, I apologize for the permanent stick I have shoved up my ass," Sasuke spoke with a small smirk, making the members watching suppress a chuckle.
"Deidara," Kiba inclined toward Ino as she too stepped forward.
"I would like you all to know that I am hot shit, yeah; but not nearly as powerful as Itachi because sadly I can't shut up long enough to put up his no talking façade," Ino spoke in a slightly deeper voice as she dramatically played with her long hair.
"And lastly, Sakura," Kiba called up as he failed to repress a smirk at Naruto's appearance.
"Truth is, I'm the hottest girl you all will ever lay your eyes on and I know it," Naruto proclaimed in a high pitched voice with a hand on his hip.
As Sakura listened to Naruto, she couldn't help but crack a smirk as she still averted her eyes from her cross dressing friend.
The rest of the skit went by fairly quickly with inside jokes, making fun of certain members and instructors, and plenty more cross dressing. The audience gave the junior class a round of applause as they sat back down and the seniors made their way up to the front to begin their skit.
"No offence is to be taken from our skit," Itachi spoke first before turning towards Deidara.
"Viewer discretion is advised, yeah," Deidara spoke with a smirk, "I present to you the senior skit."
The skits were very similar besides the fact of the different people, but the senior skit was much funnier than the junior one; probably because they had previous experience.
The one thing Sakura didn't appreciate from the senior skit was the person they had chosen to portray her.
"Hey hot bitch!" Hidan greeted as moved to stand next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "What'd you think of my acting? It was the shit right?"
There Hidan stood with his arm around her, in her clothes, with water balloons in his shirt. Sure the senior skit was good, but she didn't appreciate Hidan's representation of her in front of the rest of the band. With his swearing problem, he made her look like she had one as well.
Although that could have been the case if you talked to her after all the commotion.
"No Hidan I didn't enjoy your shitting acting, or you stretching out the clothes I'm so graciously letting you fucking borrow," the pinkette fumed as she shoved Hidan's arm off of her.
"Whoa there babe, retract the fucking claws," the tenor saxophone player told her with an amused smirk towards her evident frustration, "It was all just for fucking fun."
"Yeah, well tell that to the rest of the fucking members when they have that image of me imprinted in their brains for the rest of their lives," she continued as she walked out the doors into the fairly empty hallway. "Now if you don't mind I'm-"
Before she could continue ranting about nothing important, Hidan silenced her with his lips against her own. The kiss was chaste and when Hidan pulled away, with his infamous smirk, Sakura moved a hand up to touch her lips.
"Enjoy the rest of your fucking night babe," he told her before he returned to the rehearsal space.
"Bastard," she whispered harshly.
She clenched her fists and moved back into the room which was transformed into what looked like a dance floor complete with colored lights, a DJ, and food tables.
"Sakura-Chan!" Naruto's voice called from the center, thankfully wearing his normal attire, "Come dance with me!"
The pinkette sighed as a smile returned to her features while she walked over to join her friends in the center of the dance floor.
The night came to a close and Sakura got a chance to dance with all of her friends, and then some during her time in the rehearsal space. As she left the hall and made her way outside to reach the dorms they were staying in, she noticed Deidara sitting on a near by bench.
"Deidara," She called out softly, "What are you still doing out here?"
"I wanted to make sure I did something before the nigh was over, yeah," he told her as he moved off of his bench and walked over to stand in front of her slightly shorter form.
Sakura raised a brow at him, "And what was is it you wanted to do?"
"This, yeah," the blonde spoke as he gently held her face and closed the distance between them.
Sakura's eyes widened slightly at the action then slid closed as the male in front of her continued to kiss her. When they broke apart she opened her eye to gaze at him only to find him smirk at her.
"What was that for?"
"Well I saw you and Hidan earlier and thought it was only fair, yeah," her fellow drum major spoke as he walked back to the dorms, "Have a good night Sakura-chan."
"You asshole!" she called after him as she heard him laugh in response.
She made her way back to her room and locked the door behind her. Noticing that Temari was already in bed, she quietly pulled out her uniform for tomorrow's performance. Moving over to a mirror, she held the uniform up to her body and sighed.
"This uniform shouldn't be allowed to exist; especially when I have males of every age and section chasing after me."
She groaned and tossed the uniform on the end of her bed before she hid under the white sheets, "Fuck my life."
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