On a Saturday

by A. E. Stover

AU — Saturdays were her glory days, the days when she was free to do whatever she wished. But the recent addition of two new roommates threw a wrench in all her plans. "Sakura-cha—" "Say my name one more time and I'll rearrange your face with my fist."

7. saturdays are apple picking days, vii

On a Saturday (a collection of saturday morning activities)
written by A. E. Stover
this version is not edited

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—WEEK ONE—
saturdays are apple-picking days, part vii

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Saturday, 6 October 2012
11:43 AM

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The stench of horse manure and mud coupled with the sound of children shrieking and laughing was what they would remember the country fair set up at the bottom of the orchard grounds by most of all. Overpriced hotdogs and cider were on sale at an old shack, its red paint peeling off the wooden boards. A gift shop stood next to it, packed with little trinkets and items that were useless.

For reasons she could not begin to fathom, the dingy fair was packed with people, children and parents alike, and Sakura could feel the beginnings of a headache form the minute a muddied child ran to her in the confusion to call her "obasan."

Sasuke had to restrain her to keep the child safe.

Naruto saw to it that the little boy was brought back safely to a middle-aged woman and her husband, and came back with a hotdog the boy's father had bought him. He couldn't have looked more happier with that hotdog in his hand, his face alight with a big grin.

"You just ate," said Sakura, still feeling moody and in need of some way to vent.

"A growing boy's gotta eat," he said with a shrug, taking a bite out of his hotdog.

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