No radishes were harmed in the making of this Fan Fiction
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Sakura was walking to the library. She smelled strongly of radishes seeing as she had just gotten back from helping Ino carve all of the radishes she got. She hadn't talked to Sasuke since Monday except for some polite greetings at school. It was depressing to her, especially since what was going on with Tenten and Neji. They had seemed so great together... or so she had thought.
She slumped into the library, and after grabbing some books, including Spring Snow and Diamond Age, she went to the quiet room. Reading was her favorite activity when she was having a complicated time: it was so easy to forget about your own life and read about someone else's.
She was partway into Diamond Age when the door opened. She looked up and saw Sasuke. She wasn't really that surprised – it seemed whenever she needed to talk to someone he found her there. She looked back down at her book though, picking at one of her cuticles as she did.
She could feel him watching her, so she decided to make the first move. "Sasuke," she started, looking up at him and closing her book. "About Monday…"
"What about Monday?" he asked, his face impassive.
"The whole thing with… Itachi," Sakura said carefully. She saw a flicker of anger on his face, but it passed as quickly as it had arrived. "I know you probably didn't take seeing him that well, and I'm sorry I brought it up then," she said, trailing off at the end.
"You're always apologizing," he said tiredly.
"So—I mean, I know," she said, catching herself.
"It wasn't your fault, how should you have known?" he asked.
'Ooh, is he hot. It should be illegal!'
'Inner-Sakura! I thought you were gone.'
'Yeah, well I'm not. Anyways, say something or he'll think you're a moron.'
"I dunno… I still am sorry though," she said.
He sighed. "You really have to stop apologizing."
"Sor--" He groaned in annoyance and leaned forwards from his chair to kiss her, therefore cutting her off. His tongue flicked against her mouth and she opened her lips slightly, letting him in. She felt his tongue exploring her mouth as he kissed her. He tasted good, and Sakura wanted more, so she pushed his tongue back with her own and they began battling for dominance. Her arms went around his neck, pulling her closer to him as his arms snaked around her waist.
He pulled her partially into the chair he was sitting in and let her tongue into his mouth. She took time to taste inside him, before he pushed her back and shoved his own tongue back into her mouth. She let him this time, completely absorbed in the kiss. She only pulled back when she felt his hands start to slide up her shirt. "S-Sasuke… we're in a library," she said, leaning back from him a little.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her back towards him, kissing her again. This time his hands stayed on her hips, and Sakura kept herself latched onto him as his tongue invaded her mouth. She ignored the fact that they were in the library as sat on his lap, leaning towards him as they made out.
'So hot.'
The next day…
"Disturbia, it's like the dark within the light. Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?"
Temari was out working on her new photography project. She had Rihanna blaring out of her headphones as she set up her camera. She was working on shots of reflections on water, so the lake was the ideal spot. She snapped a few shots before adjusting herself with her cane. 'This cane is not helping my projects,' she thought bitterly.
Her thoughts flickered back to Shikamaru but she pushed them out of her mind. It had been bothering her all week, but she hadn't had the chance to apologize or anything. She shook her jean-clad hips side to side as Pon De Replay came on and started changing the focus of her camera to get a sharper picture.
"Why is it I always find you here?"
Temari turned around at that and saw Shikamaru. "Sh-Shikamaru!" she said, pulling her headphones. She was alarmed and a little nervous. How would she apologize?
"The one and only," he said sarcastically. "How's your ankle?" he asked.
"Shouldn't I be asking you something similar?" she asked, struggling to keep the regret out of her voice. She knew it was her fault she blew up explosive chemicals, and for some reason, she was taking it harder then she would have normally. Normally she would have apologized and then brushed it off.
He shrugged. "I'm doing better. Lost a little blood but nothing too serious."
"Listen, about the explosion, I'm really sorry," Temari said,
"I have a feeling you should save the excessive apologies for Principle Tsunade," he said.
She narrowed her eyes and turned around as well as she could with a cane. "Fine, I'm not sorry then," she said sounding annoyed.
He snorted and she blew out a breath of air. "What is it?" she demanded.
"Whenever I'm around you and make a sarcastic comment you automatically go on the defense," he said, digging his hands into his pockets.
"Well, you can just deal," Temari snapped.
"See, that was the perfect example of it," he said, sounding amused.
"I have my reasons, does that work as an explanation?" Temari asked, turning back around to face him.
"I don't think I asked for one," he said. "And, what reasons?" he asked, leaning against a tree.
She turned back around and started to pack her camera gear up. "None of your business," she said quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
She zipped her camera case up and hoisted it onto one shoulder. "I told you, none of your business."
"It sounds pretty serious," he said, his voice edging on concern.
"Fuck off Shikamaru," Temari snapped, tottering towards the road with her cane.
He watched her go with his eyebrow still raised.
That evening…
Hinata was sitting on the couch at Ino's. People were steadily streaming in for the party so Hinata was taking a moment to take a breather. She had been helping make food all day for the party: ever since the punch fiasco Sakura and Ino were sticking with decorating. She was wearing her Halloween costume. She was going as a doll.
Ino was going around greeting people. She was going as a cat and she had fake whiskers, ears and a leopard print unitard on. Sakura and Tenten were there too. Tenten was going as Wonder Woman and Sakura had on a costume of a traditional Japanese school girl. Temari was also there and she was going as a Geisha so she was wearing a traditional embroidered kimono and she had an elaborate wig and make-up on.
Hinata watched Sakura and Sasuke wandering outside towards the bonfire, Tenten avoiding Neji by sneaking around the kitchen and Temari flirting with a few boys. Hinata then turned her attention to looking around for Naruto. "Where is he?" she wondered aloud. She waited a few more minutes before spotting him.
"Hey Hinata," Naruto said, coming up. She smiled up at him and stood.
"K-kombanwa N-Naruto-kun," Hinata said. She scrutinized his costume.
He chuckled as he saw what she was doing. "I'm going as The Edge," he said with a grin.
"Oh," Hinata said. "I-I've never heard of h-him."
"He plays for U2. I was thinking of going as Jimmy Paige but that would have taken some thinking," he said, sound amused as he looked over her slightly puzzled expression. Then he pulled her towards the kitchen. Tenten had deserted it for the back deck so they were the only people there. Naruto leaned down and started to kiss her.
"N-Naruto, w-won't people s-see?" Hinata stuttered, pulling away slightly.
He looked around. "No one's here," he said with a grin before kissing her again. Hinata wrapped her arms around his neck carefully, and she let him pull her towards him. His tongue slid into her mouth and she couldn't help but sigh in pleasure. She could feel his hands running through her hair.
She played with the back of his collar and the bits of hair that stuck out of his hat, absentmindedly. She was on her tiptoes as they kissed, and at one point she slipped, leaving Naruto actually lifting her off the ground until she regained her footing. They broke away at one point for air before they submerged themselves in kissing once more.
Hinata vaguely registered Untouched playing in the background and was struck with the thought that it fit her situation, before she concentrated on the kiss once more, letting all other thoughts leave her head.