I do not own Naruto. If I did, the ending would be different.

The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and a blond ball of energy found something that would entertain him for the day.

He grinned and stood up from his crouched position near one of his drawers. Tossing what he found up and down, he made a bee line to his pink haired friend (future wife but don't let her know that) that was reading a monster of a book on his blindingly orange couch.

"Sakura-chan! Look what I found deep inside one of my drawers!"

Hearing that annoyingly (but oh so endearing) energetic voice of his, the young woman looked up from what she was doing. Raising a brow in question, she looked at what he had in his hand and watched it go up and down and up and so on.

It was an unlabeled can of something.

Soup, maybe? Still, it was a can.

"What am I looking at Naruto?" She asked while removing her attention on the can and looked at the grinning man.

"I don't know! Come on, get up and let's open it! You've been doing nothing but read that thing all day!" He said with a slight whine at the end. She had agreed to hang out with him in his apartment. They did, for a while, but she ended up reading that book she brought for the rest of the day, leaving him to his own devices.

She regarded him with a look and sighed. She closed her book (which was a very interesting one if she were to be honest, it was so detailed and so beautiful that she might just cry in delight) and stood up from her comfortable place on his couch.

"Why?" She questioned while following him towards his small kitchen and watched him look for a can opener.

"I have nothing to do! And it's the first time I saw this can. So, why not?" He answered while opening the cupboard to find that damn can opener. He swore that he placed it in there.

That opener was not in there.

Hooray.

He scrunched up his eyebrows and asked his companion where he placed the can opener.

She shook her head at him and proceeded to open the drawer near his sink and tossed him his beloved can opener.

"Thanks Sakura-chan!" He said with a grin and proceeded to usher her close to see what was inside the unlabeled can.

"Keep better track of your things, baka." She said and grabbed a bowl while making her way towards him to put whatever was in that can he found.

"I will! And thanks for getting a bowl!"

When she was finally near enough for her to see what actually was in the can, he proceeded to open it.

"Don't you think whatever is in that can is expired already?" She asked while watching his actions with slight curiosity.

"We'll never know until we actually open it! And, there! It's open." He smiled at her direction and lifted the lid, his eyes peering at the contents inside.

She glanced at the can and grimaced.

"What is that?"

He scratched his cheek and looked at the liquid inside the can closely, taking a sniff while doing so.

"Ack! It smells horrible! Smell it Sakura-chan!" He exclaimed while grabbing the can and shoved it close under her nose.

"Naruto! It smells disgusting! Don't put it close my nose!" She exclaimed while slapping his wrist lightly.

He smiled sheepishly and placed the can on the counter.

"Do you think it would be okay to place it inside the bowl?" He asked.

"I don't think that's wise. It already smells like its rotten." She answered while covering her nose.

It really did smell bad.

"Ah, I'll throw it out?"

"Yes, please."

He nodded and grabbed the can.

"And please throw it outside; it'll just make the room smell worse if you throw it here."

He glanced at her while making his way outside. A sunny grin making its way on his whiskered face.

She loved that smile of his.

"Sure thing Sakura-chan!" He replied enthusiastically. Walking with a bounce in his step, he exited his apartment to throw away that can of horrors.

She fondly watched his retreating back and shook her head. That was an experience she supposed. With a small upturn of her lips she glanced at the frog designed clock that her teammate dearly loved and sighed. It was already mid-day and they haven't eaten lunch yet. And as if on cue, her stomach rumbled.

Maybe she should ask Naruto to eat out today? They haven't had the chance to do so lately and she really missed that barbeque placed that they tried a month before. You could only take so much ramen.

Naruto was an exemption.

Making up her mind, she walked toward his well-loved couch and grabbed her book. Sealing it in a scroll, she made her way back to his kitchen and returned the bowl and can opener to their respective places and waited for him to come back, humming a small tune to herself while doing so.

She glanced at the door when she heard it open and made her way towards her friend.

"Why don't we eat out today, Naruto? We haven't eaten lunch yet and I'm sure that all you have in your fridge and cupboards are packs of instant ramen."

He looked at her and exclaimed. He bestowed her a face of someone so offended that they could cry with a drop of a hat.

She replied with a look of exasperation.

"Oi! Sakura-chan! Ramen is the food of gods!"

She punched him lightly on his arm for his remark.

"It may be," She replied, humoring him. "but it still lacks the nutrients you need to be healthy! All that preservatives won't do you any good!"

"Mou, you don't have to go on like that. I know and I promise to eat healthier food next time!"

She sighed and poked his cheek. "You always say that and yet all I find is packs upon packs of ramen."

He laughed nervously and cautiously stepped back, slightly afraid of being the receiving end of one of her fists. After making a few steps backwards, he looked at her slightly amused face and scratched the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. Clearing his throat, he asked where they would eat and could they please, please, please eat at Ichiraku's?

Her look of mild amusement changed to a deadpanned expression.

"No." She answered and lightly tapped her foot on the dark wood of his abode, producing a sound that he could compare with a ticking bomb.

But still, he trudged on.

"Come on, Sakura-chan! Please?" And with widening eyes, he gave his best puppy-eyed look.

"No." She repeated while darting her eyes to his yellow spikes that were akin to a bird's nest. She knows full well that she couldn't resist that look, it was best to look away in a situation like this. "We are going to eat at that barbeque place we found last month, you know, near the hospital?" She said with a tone of finality.

He sighed forlornly; he knew that tone so no ramen today he thought. That woman could be as stubborn as him he swore, but that place near the hospital? His face took an expression of concentration and after a few moments he exclaimed.

"Oh yeah! They do serve nice barbeque! So, is it a date then?" He asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

He was rewarded with a love tap on his head.

"Ah! I was only kidding!"

She lightly snickered at his exaggerated look of pain and smiled warmly at him. Words already forming on her lips, she gave him a look filled with fondness.

"It could be, if you want to."

She was met with sudden silence and a gob smacked expression on his face. The tips of his ears painted red and his blue eyes filled with surprise and hope.

She couldn't help but think how adorable and precious he looked.

"So, what do you say? A date then?"

I live! I'm practically buried in school work but the holiday break just started and I will procrastinate so hard that you won't even believe it.

*snicker* 'believe it'? really?

Hahaha, help me.

I guess this chapter lacked a little of something? I haven't written something like this for a while and yeah.

(In other news, give me prompts? please? And if you see grammar mistakes please do tell me.)