The Gravy Drabble Series
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prompt for the week:
gifts

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"Happy birthday, Sakura!"

The moment she arrived home, she was already soaked in streamers and yelps of joy. Technically, anyone would enjoy this sweet moment of a get-together with her friends but then again—

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

—she was a twenty-two, now twenty-three, year-old woman who didn't particularly love parties as much as she did when she was a young, carefree teenager.

"Geez Sakura," the blond one mumbled sarcastically, "You're welcome."

The birthday girl sighed, "Sorry guys, but you do know I'm too old for these parties."

Another blond one, this time female, spoke up and hung her arm over her cherry-haired friend's shoulder. "You're twenty-three, forehead. Not fifty, so lighten up a bit and drink some alcoholic drinks!"

The rosette tensed, "You brought alcohol? Don't any of you remember what happened the last your brought alcohol in to my house?"

The group groaned; they didn't need reminding of those memories anyway.

"Argh, guys, really thank you for the uhm, party and everything, but a gift and a lighted candle over a cupcake is good enough for me."

Naruto stared at her as is she was crazy, "Aw, Sakura-Chan! You're no fun, not even a cup of—"

"Definitely not, Naruto." She cut in, "Really, I love you all but just go. Leave a gift or whatever floats your boat."

And of course, the group knowing of Sakura's immense strength and her horrible temper left the house mumbling stuff like, "party pooper" or "killjoy".

Once they all left, her house was nothing but colourful strips of paper and the smell of rotten alcohol. She decided that she could no longer stand the smell of the disgusting brewed drinks, so she stood up and left the boxes of vodkas and tequilas in her large trashcan just outside of her small house.

She sighed as she slumped on one of her mother's old couches and cuddled under her blanket watching old drama movies that her best friend loved so much.

"Oh Marcus, we just can't! It's forbidden! My father denies of this relationship!"

Sakura snorted at the girl's dramatic reaction, was this really called quality acting? How crappy.

"Oh my beautiful Gina, I do not care who or what stops this relationship! I will never give up fighting for you, my love!"

The girl gasped, "Oh my Marcus!"

The boy held the girl's hand firmly, "Oh my Gina!"

"Oh my God!" Sakura growled irritated and changed her position from facing the television, to hiding underneath her throw pillows and covering her ears from the stupid dialogue between the two lovers on the show.

For the next ten minutes, all she heard was mumbling and mumbling from the two lovers on screen. Another additional one that she guessed was the father that prevented the lovers from actually loving each other in public.

"Were you always so addicted to this show?"

The moment she heard this, she jumped right out of her seat and got in her defense position. The rosette felt relieved when she realized it was just her friend.

She sighed, "Were you always the kind of person to come in to people's houses uninvited?"

He shrugged, "Whatever. I was just here to drop off your damn gift." He threw the small, blue-wrapped box on her lap precisely. She was curious enough to see what in the world the youngest Uchiha had gotten her for her birthday.

Slowly and carefully, she unwrapped the present, tear by tear of paper. The moment the small pieces of blue sheets hit the ground, it revealed a beige box a size small than a shoe box. Sakura's head trailed in wonder, I wonder what it could be.

Her hand reached to remove the matching colored lid and she threw it away with the torn up wrapper pieces. The present was hidden beneath the comfort of the white parchment paper. Dramatically, she lifted the slightly wrinkled parchment paper.

She gasped in surprise, "You got me a thong?"

Sadly, the Uchiha was not there to hear his reaction. Fortunately too, Sakura's anger went higher than the empire state building. She was clearly not happy. She threw the pink piece of cloth to the pile of scattered wrappers and the ignored beige lid.

After she threw the thong to the side, she was surprised to see a note similar to the color of the wrapping paper. The words were written in perfect calligraphy using black ink, almost like it was printed.

Sakura,

Happy birthday. I apologize if the gift was not what anyone would expect. It was the dobe's idea. You should consider wearing it now though; I still have a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom tonight at eleven.

Hope you like it. ;)

Sasuke

P. S. There's a matching bra underneath too.

Suddenly, her anger levels died down. Her dirty thoughts increased though.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

AND WE SHALL LEAVE IT AT THAT, BECAUSE I WANT TO KEEP IT CHILD-SAFE. LOL.

I know I haven't been... writing. And I'm sorry, but it was because of the damn almost-the-end-of-the-summer. And this last-minute family vacation trips I'm having. The last one was fun though. It was so breezy~

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