Title: Searching
Rating: K
Genre: Humor/ General
Word Count: 447
Summary: Maybe when Kakashi was searching for a way to describe Sakura, he should’ve looked a bit harder…

Wow, I haven’t touched Collection in forever. Hope I haven’t lost my touch in humor (all I do is angst and even I’m annoyed with it). Anyway, on with the oneshot!

It was a bright, sunny day in Konoha when Sakura asked what her team thought of her. Though it may have seemed random, it was not. Their team had stopped to take a break from their all-day training session and while she rested on the grassy hill in training area 9, she had begun reflecting on her team.

Sasuke—who had come back to Konoha two years ago—was still quiet; and while he still brooded quite frequently, he was much calmer and kinder than she ever remembered him being since his return. He’d even smile at her on occasion.

Naruto, on the other hand, had changed very little. He was still the loud-mouthed, brash ninja Sakura and Sasuke had grown up with, but like Sasuke, he had also matured. His sense of responsibility had increased enormously and there was talk in the village that the nineteen-year-old knucklehead might just become Hokage soon.

And Sai…Sakura didn’t know. It was hard to describe Sai without a few curses thrown in, but though he was still the same socially-inept painter she met years ago, he had begun to improve in his comprehension of emotions (even if he still retained his penchant for his trademark hollow smile).

But when it came to assess herself, she came up blank and thinking her teammates could help, she asked them.

Naruto cheerfully stated she was pretty.

Sasuke quietly replied that she was thoughtful.

Even Sai’s response was quite sweet, telling her she was a good cook, despite being a hag (she, of course, chose to ignore the last part).

Yamato was no longer on their team—he was back in Anbu with a team of his own at the moment—but she would’ve guessed his response would be somewhere on the lines of describing her medical abilities, which left their silver-haired sensei as the only one to not have answered.

Crawling over to her boyfriend (yes, they were dating, but secretly though), she asked him what he thought of her. But even before she had finished her question, she could feel her heart bubble with giddy anticipation as she watched him look up in deep thought. What would he say?

Then, upon reaching his answer, he looked straight at her and in his brightest tone, gave her his answer, “Clingy.”

And when she began chasing the silver-haired pervert through the village, hurling obscenities at his back while throwing whatever object she could get her hands on, the remaining members of Team 7 could offer no pity for the man—he had deserved it, after all—and quietly left the training field for the local river to spend the rest of their day off.