Something I'd like to say: I DON'T LIKE SUMMER CAMP. ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A SCHOOL SUMMER CAMP. Yes, my school has a summer camp which consists of studying only. So I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to update the last few days *ahem* and I TYPED THIS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS LIKE A PRO REBEL!
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So here I present you the 4th chappie of Model Girl! 5k+ words as an apology~
Revamp: 21/10/2013
Model Girl
Chapter 004
One Chaotic Date, Comin' Right Up!
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The light, she panted. She crawled, reaching a hand out to the open door. She needs...
THE LIGHT–!
"Oh, no you don't, Sakura-chan! I need to do this!" Shizune scolded lightly, pulling Sakura by her legs. Sakura panicked and clawed on the soft carpeted floor, trying desperately to get out of Tsunade's room. Tsunade chuckled loudly from her spot in the corner, lounging lazily with a bottle of sake in her hand. "Better listen to Shizune, Sakura."
Shizune finally grabbed Sakura's whole body and pushed her on the bed. Sakura let herself fall on her back, groaning while covering her eyes with a hand.
"Remind me again why I agreed to let Shizune dress me up for my so-called 'date'?" Tsunade repeated, with perfect accuracy, "You said while crying to me, and I quote, 'Shizune will have to be the one dressing me up!'" – Tsunade added some dramatic hand gestures – "'I don't want those girls to dress me oddly because I stole their 'love'." Sakura made a face at her. "You know I just hate losing, ba-chan. Well at least he's the most passive one."
Shizune giggled as she handed Sakura a cute and casual two-piece clothing. Sakura grumbled playfully and walked into the adjoining bathroom to change out of her tank top and sweatpants. Sakura came out a few seconds later, fiddling with the short pants that came down a few inches below her mid-thigh. Shizune smiled widely and beckoned her to sit down on the stool in front of Tsunade's vanity (Sakura didn't even know Tsunade had one).
Sighing, Sakura sat down on the stool as Shizune did her magic. Dabbing her eyes with light eyeshadow and lining it with reasonable thickness if the eyeliner, Shizune managed to make her eyes pop. Normally, Sakura wouldn't even let the make-up artists touch her, but Shizune was the best make-up artist to Sakura (even though Shizune works as Tsunade's personal secretary).
Leaving Sakura's face without any foundation or powder because it was unblemished and like porcelain, Shizune applied a thin coat of cherry red lip gloss at the suggestion from Tsunade. Setting the make-up tools aside, Shizune effortlessly pulled up Sakura's hip-length hair and twisted it into a casual, messy bun and tightened it with a simple brown chopstick.
Shizune slipped a fake white rose into Sakura's hair and said, "Ta-daa! You're dolled up now, Sakura-chan!" Sakura scowled a little at the word 'dolled-up' but her face turned into a shocked expression as she looked upon her reflection in the floor-length mirror.
Her casual kind of make-up and hairstyle matched the sleeveless button-up black shirt with ruffles on the collar. Sakura also wore shorts with jeans-material that reached a few inches below her mid-thigh and tight red leggings underneath. Around her neck was a newly added necklace with small pearls and roses. It contrasted greatly with the black button-up shirt but created a perfect combination. Putting on her high-tops with the American flag pattern, she did a once-over and twirled 360 degrees for Tsunade and Shizune.
Shizune sniffled and clasped her hands together. "My little Sakura-chan is all grown-up now! She's going on her first date! Oh, how you teens all grow up so fast." She wiped away an imaginary tear and smiled warmly at Sakura. She returned one at Shizune too.
"Well!" Sakura exclaimed, picking up her iPhone and stuffing it into her pocket. "Looks like I need to get going. My date's waiting at the station."
Tsunade sipped her sake and looked at Sakura with a grin. "Try to not kill any men on your date, ne? Can't have him knowing that you hate them, not fear them." Sakura mock saluted at Tsunade and laughed evilly.
"'Course I won't Tsunade."
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"Shika!"
Shikamaru raised his head at the sound of a feminine voice. "Ah, Sakura-san, you're here." He chuckled when he saw her pout. "Ne, Shika, don't call me that! I'm still young, not some woman with kids. Don't use a '-san'. Makes me feel old." Shikamaru raised his hands as a sign of defeat and said, "Okay, okay. Sakura." She smiled cheekily at him. Shikamaru did a double-take when he saw what she was wearing. Jeez. I look unworthy to be her date today. Dear God, she's only using casual clothes but how can she look so... beautiful?
"Shikaaaa? Are you in there?" Sakura poked him, confused at why his eyes glazed over as if he was in a trance. Thinking that Shikamaru was ashamed to be with her since he was a famous model, she cried out, shaking him. "Shika? Do you want me to go? I'm sorry! I probably look ugly, huh? I could go–" Shikamaru cut her off, clamping his hand over her mouth. Smiling softly at her, he shook his head. "No, it's okay Sakura. Just thinking where we should go," Shikamaru said, lying. He didn't want her to know of his thoughts.
Smiling brightly again, the 'couple' set off, hand in hand.
"So, Shika, any idea where you want to go today?" Shikamaru looked down at her (she was a head shorter than him) and said, "Shibuya." Sakura raised an eyebrow questioningly at Shikamaru. "You do know I don't like to shop." She said that as a statement, not a question. Sweating, Shikamaru quickly tried to make it up to her. "No? We're just going to walk around Shinjuku then." "Good."
They walked to the awaiting train in comfortable silence.
Going in, Shikamaru offered a seat to Sakura, but seeing that an old woman was walking in the crowded train, she shook her head and offered the seat to the elder instead. "Thank you dear," she said, her voice a little croaky from old age. The elder looked up at her and Shikamaru and smiled.
"Young man, you certainly have chosen a good girl." Shikamaru blushed profusely while Sakura's cheeks turned pink. The elder chuckled at their reactions. The train shook, and Sakura lost her balance but Shikamaru caught her. Inwardly surprised, she whispered a soft 'thank you' to him.
Riding the rest of the train ride in silence, she wondered, Strange. Normally, I would already throw a man who touches me. Maybe he's the only one I'll be able to cope with. Smiling, Sakura looked at Shikamaru who was staring ahead of her, but encasing his arms around her in case she fell down again.
Sakura took the time to take in his appearance. He was wearing a casual button-up shirt with the long sleeves rolled up carelessly to his elbows and a loose vest. His wore black pants and brown leather Bahama shoes. So casual, she thought, somehow amused. Fits his image, though. Shikamaru looked at her with an eyebrow raised and Sakura just laughed softly.
"Shinjuku. Shinjuku. We are now approaching Shinjuku. Please exit through the door on your left."
The doors of the train opened, and the couple went out. Walking leisurely out of the train station, Shikamaru immediately grabbed Sakura's hand and brought her to a famous café he knows in Shinjuku. Sakura just stared at his back and smiled. I guess this is not so bad a date after all. Shikamaru's the only guy who I can't hate, after all. Snapped out of her thoughts by the sudden stop Shikamaru took, she rubbed her nose and asked, "Hey Shika? Where are we?"
Shikamaru looked back at her and opened the café door before replying. "We're at my friend's café." "Oh." A bubbly blonde waitress bounced up to them, asking cheerfully, "Table for two?" Shikamaru nodded, following the waitress and guiding Sakura to their seat. The blonde waitress tried to flirtatiously bat her eyelashes at Shikamaru but the reaction she got was a bored face.
"I'd like to order matcha green tea and the mochi pack." He tossed the menu aside, obviously not caring about the waitress at all. Shikamaru looked up to his companion and asked, "Sakura, what would you like to have?"
Sakura set the menu beside her and told the waitress that she'd be having banana and strawberry smoothie and a chocolate cheesecake. The waitress huffed as she left the table, visibly disappointed by the lack of attention she wanted to get from the pineapple-haired teen. Sitting straighter in his chair, Shikamaru looked at Sakura dead straight in her eyes.
"Why do you even want to go on a date with me?" Sakura chuckled as she folded her hands in her lap. "Ah, you know, Shika. I absolutely hate men. Don't tell the others about that, though." She added the last part for a good measure. Sighing, she continued, "Besides, I'm glad you won my game of cat and mouse." Shikamaru couldn't help but feel intrigued by this girl sitting in front of him. "So, why do you hate men, Sakura?" Her normally viridian eyes turned a shade darker. "Like they all say: that's for me to know and you to find out."
The waitress came back with their orders and directed a hateful glare full of jealousy at Sakura. She, in turn, rolled her eyes and took a bite of her cake. Shikamaru sighed, knowing that he won't be able to squeeze out answers from the beautiful, intriguing, cute and– Urgh, Shikamaru thought, exasperated. I can't believe I'm falling for her.
But, he sneaked a look at Sakura, who was childishly enjoying her smoothie, I guess she's worth the trouble.
"Shikamaru! You're here?" A voice of disbelief broke him out of his musings. Both he and Sakura looked up, seeing his friend Choji, the owner of the café they were in greeting them with a surprised look. When he saw Sakura, Choji's face broke out into a mischievous one. "Shikamaru... Is that your girlfriend I see?" Sakura laughed, inwardly knowing that Choji was yet another guy who she didn't and couldn't hate.
Sakura stuck out a hand, smiling as she said, "Haruno Sakura at your service! Nice to meet you, and I'm not Shikamaru's girlfriend. We're just on a date because he won my game." Choji accepted the offered hand, and smirked when he saw Shikamaru's face drop a little at the mention of why they were actually on a date.
Sakura continued on eating her cheesecake, totally oblivious to Shikamaru's inner turmoil and Choji's mischievous mind.
"Shikamaru, you'd better be prepared. Ino's coming here with Sai–" Choji was cut off as the door to his café was slammed open by none other than Yamanaka Ino. "CHOJI! I have arrived here with Sai and– oh is that Shikamaru and a girl?" Ino rushed towards the table Choji and Shikamaru were at, leaving her boyfriend at the door and immediately grasped the girl's hands within her own hands.
"My name's Ino and God bless you! You have finally brought Shikamaru out of his shell!" Ino ranted quickly and looked up, just noticing the bright jade eyes looking confusingly at her and the strands of bubblegum pink hair. "Ah! You're that girl that bumped into Shikamaru a few days ago!" "Oh, nice to meet you...?" Sakura said, ending the greeting with a question mark since she was slightly disturbed with the blonde's enthusiasm. "I'm Sakura." Ino hugged Sakura tightly and knocked the breath out of her.
Sai, seeing that the pinkette was flailing and obviously blue from the lack of breath, peeled off his girlfriend gently. "Sorry about that." Ino sat on the seat beside Sakura and Sai also made a move to do the same and sit beside Ino, but Sakura threw her fork on the last available chair in her side of the table. Her eyes turned cold and said, "I do not wish to sit together with his species. With the exception of Choji and Shika. And my dog."
Ino was shocked with the girl's blatant statement. She thought that Sakura would be pleased to sit with a hot guy. Still staring coldly at Sai, she pointed sharply at the seat beside Shikamaru. "Sit there." The lack of 'please' in the sentence made Sai nervous, even though he would never claim that out loud. So without further ado, he sat on the seat requested by the fiery pink-haired female.
Ino slammed her hands on the table and screeched, "Why did you do that? He just wanted to sit with me!" Seeing how troublesome the date had become, Shikamaru took the wisest action. He got up from his seat and grabbed Sakura from hers, quickly making his way to the cashier and paying for their small meal. He called out a quick 'bye' to Ino and Choji and went out of the café.
After walking a few decent meters from the café, Sakura tugged him back and looked up at him. "Sorry Shika. I didn't mean to say that... You probably wanted to talk to Ino and Choji, right?" Shikamaru patted her head and said, "Nah, it's okay. Ino was being a troublesome woman anyways." Sakura managed a small smile at him and nodded.
"Let's go enjoy the rest of our date. I hear there's this new place..."
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Temari couldn't resist but release another sigh for the nth time that day. It was only morning, and she hadn't even had her morning coffee but the agency was already chaotic. Staffs zoomed by her, waving around as many papers as they could with both hands as they screamed and yelled at each other.
Walking into the studio, she smirked when she saw her little brother Gaara with his patience thinning as a staff member talked to him about his modeling partner's accident.
Gaara was supposed to model with some random girl by the name Tsuchi Kin to strengthen the relationship between Oto Modelling Agency and Suna Modelling Agency but news had reached the SMA's ears that Kin was involved in a car accident last night.
Apparently, she was drunk from a trip to the bar and decided that the road was her slide so she drove carelessly and nearly fell of the bridge. Thankfully, a police officer had been patrolling in that road last night and found her fumbling with the door while barely hanging on the bridge. Unfortunately, this caused a scandal and OMA were forced to stop Kin from being seen in public at the moment.
"Gaara!" Temari called out, waving a hand to grab his attention. Gaara stopped his conversation and looked at her, giving a blank stare before scowling deeply. "Temari." He walked to her, taking strides with an air of authority and pride. Temari bit her lip. She was glad that Kin had an accident because of her previous meeting with the black haired model. She was just some girl who desperately needed attention and Temari didn't want Gaara to model with her.
With a sigh, she hugged Gaara and pulled him away by his shoulders. "Gaara, what are they going to do about your photoshoot?" "It seems that they have no choice but to cancel it unless there's another female model to fill in the spot," Gaara said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Can't it be me? Or Matsuri?" Temari asked, worried since this was a pretty big commercial photoshoot for a new Chinese perfume brand. "It has to be a female model from another agency since there needs to be a connection between the two agencies," Gaara explained. A staff member neared them and said, "Gaara-san, Temari-san, you have a guest. It's Jiraiya-san from KMA."
Temari blinked. "Oh? Jiraiya-san is here? Maybe he heard the news and is willing to lend a female model for us?"
Gaara frowned. "Ino is the only female model in KMA. I don't want to model with her. This photoshoot is supposed to have a graceful female model." Temari let out an unladylike snort. "Like Kin is graceful. She's more brash." Gaara shrugged, already on his way to the elevators. Temari ran up to him and got in the elevator. Upon reaching the lobby, they saw Jiraiya-san pacing in front of the glass doors of Suna's modelling agency.
"Jiraiya-san, good morning," Temari and Gaara greeted when they came to him. Looking up, Jiraiya grinned at them, the red lines on his cheeks folding. "Gaara, Temari. I heard you needed another female model in place of Oto's Kin?" Jiraiya asked, still grinning. "Yep, sadly," Temari replied, jabbing her finger into Gaara's chest. "This guy here needs someone graceful and not to be offensive or anything to Tsunade-sama, but Ino is just to 'sexy' to be a graceful one."
Gaara removed Temari's finger and scowled, rubbing his poor chest and turned to Jiraiya. "Do you know any agency that could possibly strike up a good relationship with our agency and provide us with a female model?" Jiraiya, not wanting to miss the chance of strengthening the bond between KMA and SMA (and for the sake of his balls against Tsunade too), grabbed both teens' hands.
"I know the perfect female model for your photoshoot, Gaara. Just let me get her," Jiraiya reassured, shaking their hands cheerily. Gaara raised a non-existent eyebrow. "And where is this model?" "Err... Ah! There she is! Let me tell her to go in, okay?" Jiraiya said nervously, running out of the agency. Temari watched him run towards a pink-haired female with... wait what? She squinted her eyes.
Is that Shikamaru? On a date?
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Jiraiya ran as fast as he could when he saw Sakura walk by Suna's modelling agency. Running full speed, he grabbed Sakura from walking away and hugged her. "Sakura-chaaaan you need to help your beloved uncle!" He cried into her shoulder like a child. Sakura flipped him unto the ground and punched his head. She crouched down and whispered, "What are you doing here, oji-chan?"
Rubbing his newly acquired bump ruefully, he whispered back, "SMA needs a female model, and you're here, so I need you to model with Sabaku Gaara for his photoshoot!" "What? No! I'm on a 'date' with Shika!" Jiraiya's eyes widened as he yelled in shock. "WHAT? You're on a date?! Does Tsunade-hime know of this?"
"Ssshhh! Yeah, she knows," Sakura replied, putting a finger to her lips to signal Jiraiya to be quiet. Jiraiya blinked. "Where's your date, then?" Sakura got up, dusting her leggings. "He went to buy ice cream." Jiraiya latched on her leg and cried again.
"Sakura-chaan you have to help! Or... Or I'll make you and the other male models of KMA hang out with you for a whole day!" Yelping, Sakura kicked Jiraiya off and put her hands on her hips.
"You can't do that! Ba-chan is head of KMA anyways. But..." Sakura took a pitiful glance at her uncle and sighed. "Fine, I'll help you. But just this once," Sakura warned. Jiraiya shook his head and saw Shikamaru approaching. He leaned in and said, "This may be our chance to get Suna to get friendly with Konoha, no?" Sakura nodded, seeing the good of the photoshoot.
Shikamaru noticed a white-haired man near Sakura and wondered what the other boss of KMA was doing here. "Sakura, why is Jiraiya-sama here?" "Ah, Shika! Jiraiya-sama needs me to model with Sabaku Gaara of Suna!" Shikamaru narrowed his eyes in response. "And you've agreed...?"
"Don't put it like that, Shika! This is a good opportunity for Suna and Konoha," Sakura said, pouting. Inwardly, she groaned. She did not want to model with some male. Unconsciously clenching her jaw, Sakura gave Shikamaru a pleading smile. He gave in and allowed Sakura to spend an hour doing the photoshoot.
"Okay then. I'll be going to the library for a while. Call me when you're done, okay?" "'Kay!" Sakura gave him a bright smile and walked in the agency with Jiraiya.
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Gaara was surprised when Jiraiya walked in with a pink-haired female chatting animatedly with him. She was pretty cute, he must admit, with her casual clothing and cheerful demeanor. Especially that pink hair, he thought, amused. It wasn't everyday that you find a girl with pink hair. Her malachite eyes were also a plus. Rubbing his hands on his black jeans, he put out a hand to the pinkette when she reached him and Temari.
Immediately, her smile disappeared as her eyes turned dark and cold. She stiffly shook his hand and said professionally, "Sakura. I'll be working with you today." "I'm Gaara," Gaara shook her hand too, noticing how tense her body was. Releasing her hand, she proceeded to stuff her hands into her pockets and ignore him. Turning to Jiraiya, he stared at him questioningly.
Sweatdropping, Jiraiya whispered, "She's the new model. And she doesn't like men."
Nodding, Gaara faced her with equal coldness and pointed to the elevator. "This way." The girl walked side by side with him and Temari could only sweatdrop along with Jiraiya when she saw how they were walking to the elevator. Temari jabbed her elbow to Jiraiya's ribs and asked, "You think they'll be okay?"
With fondness in his eyes that Temari had never seen, Jiraiya smiled.
"Yeah, they'll do good."
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Sakura 'tch'ed to herself as the designer tried to adjust the Chinese cheongsam around her petite body. If Sakura didn't know it any better, the designer was not an experienced one and it was her first job as one. Though she begrudgingly admitted that the designs were intricate and quite beautiful, the designer lacked the skills to take correct measurements for when the models wear them.
"There!" The designer, Aoi, exclaimed. She wiped a hand across her forehead, indicating that she was sweating and tired, but nonetheless happy with the result. Sakura smiled weakly at her as she dragged the pinkette to the make-up chair. Calling for one of the make-up artists, Aoi left Sakura with a happy smile, obviously proud with her work.
Sakura's hands itched to tear off the cheongsam and just run back to her date. The collar of the lavender Chinese dress was choking her, but Sakura knew she had to bear with it. She fiddled wit the hem of the dress that reached her mid-thigh, admiring how the silver Chinese dragon enveloped the whole material and gave it a touch of elegance. Smiling slightly, Sakura didn't mind taking the dress home.
A make-up artist when up to her, and attempted to pound her cake with loads of powder, but Sakura refused. "I guess I'll just work with eyeliner and eyeshadow, then. Is that okay with you?" The make-up artist asked, sighing as he abandoned all the other make-up tools.
Nodding, Sakura watched with slight interest to how he professionally lined her eyes, making them seem sharper than normal at the ends.
Pinning up her hair into a messy bun with curls, he added white chopsticks and a few jasmines here and there to make her look like a Chinese empress somehow.. Adding a few finishing touches, he let Sakura walk towards the studio to have her photoshoot. There, Gaara was already waiting for her. He was wearing a Chinese changshan designed for men that was a shade darker than his scarlet hair.
The changshan defined his broad shoulders and the sleeves reached his wrists and were lined with gold. Underneath the Chinese clothing, he wore white slacks and was barefooted. On the set where their photoshoot would be held were a pile of cushions. It seems like they expect us to do intimate positions with each other, Sakura mused, obviously displeased with the choice.
For the sake of oji-chan, Sakura reminded herself, clutching the golden bracelets around her hands.
Walking to Gaara with graceful steps, she bowed slightly in greeting. Gaara nodded in return. They walked towards the set and started to climb unto the cushions, trying to find a good position for the photoshoot. Gaara took his time in appreciating the pinkette's form. He admitted that she was pretty and elegant; it was definite.
But what made her so special and different from the others?
Thanking Jiraiya inwardly for finding such a capable female model, Gaara sat on one of the cushions.
His sea-foam eyes widened slightly when the pinkette's whole demeanour changing. It seems like she didn't care about her personal dislikes when she was on the set. Despite himself and her hatred of men, he offered a hand to her and she accepted it, though reluctantly.
Sakura couldn't resist but squeal in the inside when she saw how Gaara represented a panda more than anything at the moment. His smile was definitely a charmer. Sakura readied herself and threw away all her hate of men. Unlike some others, Sakura was professional with her job and she didn't let her personal conflicts with men get in the way of her work.
She gasped slightly when Gaara pulled her to him when she took his offered hand. Feeling his hand on her back, she lidded her eyes to make a look as if intoxicated and looked at the camera. Gaara neared her ear, letting half of his face be covered by Sakura's pink hair. His eyes were also looking at the camera. In this pose, they looked intimate enough, as if Gaara was whispering into her ear and Sakura letting herself fall to the hands of the red-haired man.
Click.
They changed their position. Sakura pushed Gaara lightly on his back, straddling his hips as she did so. She lifted up a hand and pulled off the chopsticks and let her hair cascade gently down her head. Some strands were resting lightly on her back and some over her shoulders. Sakura leaned forward, her face close to Gaara's as he closed his eyes, getting a whiff of vanilla and cherry blossoms; the natural scent of her hair.
Click.
The pinkette got up, sitting on one of the firm cushions and crossing her legs, the slit of the cheongsam riding up to her thigh. Thankfully, she was wearing black shorts underneath. Gaara reached out of his lying position and fiddled with a strand of her hair, sitting up and smiling slightly. Sakura closed her eyes, making a pose as if she was lulled to sleep.
Click click.
After a few more poses, the duo finished and before Sakura could go back to the female dressing rooms, Gaara grabbed her wrist. Kissing her hand lightly, he smirked at her, the jade eyes of his curving slightly. His 'ai' tattoo was visible, and Sakura wondered what it meant to him. "Thank you for your co-operation. I must say, your modelling is exceptional."
"I would say the same to you, Sabaku-san," Sakura replied, maintaining her blank face and snatching her hand from Gaara's hold, fisting it behind her back. "Please, call me Gaara. I look forward to working with you again in the future." Gaara promptly left, leaving behind a scowling Sakura. She turned her head away and stalked back to the dressing room to get on with her date.
Gaping, Temari could only wordlessly follow her brother to the lounge after he had done his photoshoot. "Gaara." That single word stopped him in his tracks, making him turn his head back to his older sister walking slowly behind him. "Yes, Temari?" "Well," Temari started, gulping, "that was a wonderful photoshoot."
"Indeed," Gaara replied, opening the door to the lounge. "I thought she was an amateur model?" Temari asked, visibly blushing since she didn't know that the girl could do such intimate poses with a guy she barely knew. "It seems like the people of the modelling world were misinformed, no, Temari?" Gaara questioned her. Not hearing a reply, his lips curved into a smirk.
Life had just became interesting.
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"Shikaaaa! I was so tired!" Sakura groaned cutely, waving her ice cream about wildly. Shikamaru chuckled, petting her head with a soft 'pat pat'. He had already finished his ice cream minutes ago and was listening intently to how the modelling had gone for Sakura. "Gaara was so cocky and I don't like him." Sakura licked her chocolate chip ice cream and slumped slightly since she couldn't lean.
For the last event of their date, they were enjoying nature at the Shinjuku Gyoen. The couple were sitting on the fence surrounding a fountain, occasionally talking about random stuff. "Sakura, I think it was that bad, now was it?" Shikamaru asked, amused at the pinkette's earlier predicament.
Sakura made a face at him and her lips thinned, not noticing how it was smeared with chocolate. "It was that bad," she deadpanned. "How troublesome," Shikamaru sighed, wiping her lips with a napkin. Grinning obliviously, Sakura threw the remains of her cone away and jumped off the fence, slightly twirling.
"Well let's forget that and enjoy life!"
"Very funny, Sakura. Like you can forget it," Shikamaru deadpans right back, amused at Sakura's childish actions.
"Well–" she started, puffing her cheeks.
"Eh? Sakura?" A voice called out from behind Sakura, sounding happy.
ANDDDD WINTERXSTARXZ! HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS SHIKA =∆= I SHALL GIVE YOU YOUR DIME! (I'm cheap too. Don't blame me.)
Bahama shoes are so friggin' awesome. And this whole chapter is full of ShikaSaku and some GaaSaku. MWAHAHAHAHAHAA! I took a pill before laughing cynically so I'm not coughing.
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