Note from Author: It has been forever! I haven't updated in so long. For that I'm sorry. Today was the last day of school and summer is starting...with rainy weather and storm clouds. Brilliant, no? Well, I hope to get much more finished, even a few stories, by the time school starts. I'd like to get a few new projects going. Hope you enjoy!
Rating: G (as in General)
Clashing Personalities
Twenty-Seven
An awkward silence ensures.
Sakura, still sitting on the couch with Hidan at her side, freezes as her dad gives her a stern glare. Her mother, standing behind her father, raises a brow. Then a slow smile crosses her face. Sakura isn't sure if she should be relieved or run the other direction pleading for mercy. You can never tell with this woman. Ever.
However, Pein takes control of the situation. "Hello, Mr. Haruno. I'm Pein, this is Konan. I'd introduce the others, but, as you can see, there are many here."
The two men shake hands, her father dumbfounded by the politeness. Pein has a faint hint of a smile on his face, acting in order to calm her once furious father. Sakura is nearly as shocked as the others.
Mrs. Haruno surges forward, shoves her husband out of the way as she grasps Pein's hands in her own as she says, "It's a pleasure to meet you! If I knew we'd have company today, I would have stayed home to make dinner and desert! Sakura, dear, get the groceries!"
Deidara heads out after Sakura, Sasori behind him. The boys don't say anything for a moment, both rather silent as they follow the pink-haired female walking ahead of them. Their jaws drop when they round the car to look into the trunk. Deidara turns to look at her, gestures at the trunk. Sasori, as if translating, inquires, "How are we going to unload this?"
Looking into the trunk, Sakura groans. Box upon box, with bags stuffed in random crannies, waits for her to assist the act of 'flushing' out the trunk. She turns to look at the males standing next to her, a tentive smile in answer. "Very carefully."
Box by box they bring everything inside. The others even come out to help after the trio returns to get more out of the trunk. They drop the stuff in the kitchen, the mom puts it up. The father sits on the couch eating potato chips. Zetsu…stands outside next to a tree.
Soon the entire house is filled with food and the scent of baking. Her mom, humming as she works, extracts small talk from the boys as they pass through the kitchen. The father has fallen asleep on the couch, drooling and oblivious to the world.
Making her way upstairs, with the others following, Tobi demands, "Next time we go to our house!"