title: the one without any shirts
author: ohwhatsherface
note: high five if you can see the crossover here
disclaimer: i do not own naruto

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"Why is there a guy stripping in the middle of the street?"

Sakura looked up at Naruto's odd question, following his gaze. And lo and behold in the middle of the village Team Seven was stopping at was a man—

Damn straight he's a man, Sakura thought, biting her lip and merry giggle.

—taking off his pants.

Then his shirt.

Beside her, Sasuke scoffed at the indecency, unsurprising given his conservative and traditional upbringing. Then again, Sasuke was one of the most "disrespectful shits" (Kakashi-sensei's words) that Sakura had ever met, so—

Sakura was taken out of her fantasy (it involved the stripping guy, her hands, and his abs) by a horrified shriek. "GRAY!" the person screamed. Sakura blinked, watching as a blonde girl who looked like she could compete with Ino for the Most Exposed Flesh award. "Put your clothes on!"

"YEAH, MAN!" the other guy yelled. "You're going to scare everyone away!"

The stripper in question ignored them. Instead, he stretched, almost making Sakura drool.

Oh, dear god...

"Sakura-chan!" Naruto yelled, none too pleased with Sakura's blatant gawking. He put his hands over Sakura's eyes. "I must preserve your innocence!"

Sakura rolled her eyes—though Naruto couldn't tell—and batted his hands away. There was a beach not too far from the small strip of streets where Kakashi had abandoned them (Naruto predicted he was flirting with the dango shop waitress), so there were a few shirtless males walking around. Sakura didn't see what Naruto's problem was.

"Naruto, if you don't get your hands out of my face, I'll kick your ass," she threatened.

Really.

There was a hot male to checked out.

Reluctantly, Naruto complied, and Sakura failed to suppress her school girl giggle when her gaze returned to Stripper Boy's naked chest. And arms. And abs. And abs—

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Sakura scowled. She glared at Naruto for being so obnoxious and taking her out of her fantasy a second time.

"PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON, BASTARD!"

Sakura blinked. What?

She looked to where Naruto was gaping (with mild disgust, at that) to see what he was freaking out over and—

OH, DEAR GOD.

"Sasuke-kun!" she shrieked at his abs. "Put your shirt back on!" Sakura half-heartedly ordered his muscles.

Sasuke barely suppressed his smirk. "No. It's hot."

Damn right you are.

"Uh..." Sakura awkwardly cleared her throat. "Um. Okay then. I mean, if that's what you want. Yeah. Uh..."

Feeling left out, Naruto reached for the hem of his shirt.