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Ice Cream
North, East, South, West, there’s no other fool like you… but I love you anyway.
mango soda
From the day she first met him, well, at least she knows it was the first time; she had already branded him as a fool, something that never changed even as she started to know him better and … change feelings for him.
Think
On the other hand, the first time Naruto saw Sakura, his mind were, at least on par with ramen, filled with thoughts of his pink-haired angel. Fool as he may be sometimes called, underneath the surface, he had already what was underneath that mysterious (at least, to him) exterior of hers.
To start, she was cute.
Melt
Naruto, red as a tomato and ready to explode felt like he was melting like ice under the sun as Sakura stared at him intently. He could see her beautiful eyes, glittering and shining and happy… just like the way he wants it to be. His heart lifted and soared. Ready to call it the best day of his life, he growled (silently) in disappointment when he, at the last minute, found out he was not the one she was looking at.
More reasons to hate the younger Uchiha.
Break
Sakura will never ever forget that dreadful, dreadful day when she found Naruto accompanying Jiraiya into the hot springs. Thinking they only wanted to have a nice bath (though she was suspicious about Jiraiya. He IS Jiraiya, after all.), she went inside, peeled her clothes off and donned a towel around her body. She walked into the springs, humming quietly to herself and as she opened the towel that covered her, a loud cry erupted from the other side of the wooden divider. Every head turned, including hers.
Well, you could just imagine the chaos that occurred that day. A broken nose, broken pride and broken image and other unspeakable things took place.
Reject
Naruto explained that the only reason he accidentally took a peek through the hole was because of Jiraiya. Jiraiya purposely kicked him and he flew towards the wooden divider, where the hole was, and as he was a really, really curious person he—
He stopped in the middle of his clarification, as she saw the very familiar ticking of vein on her forehead.
He had been rejected. No excuses can ever be accepted.
Important
In the middle of the battle, he said it. He finally said it. Although he continuously tried to show it her, in every way possible, especially through actions, she never took notice of anything he did. Until now, in the midst of confusion, panic and fear, they stood as if time was not ticking, looking at each other. One was wide-eyed, and the other, determined.
She gave him the smile he longed to receive (ironically, he did not notice that she had been giving him the same sweet, heart-warming smile ever since), and once again, that tinkling feeling came back to him.
She is important to me. She is important to me. She is important to me.
He repeated the words over and over again in his mind.
Meanwhile, Sakura couldn’t help but feel touched by his—
The clash of kunai alarmed them and rung in their ears.
Of course, ha ha, they said to themselves, we have to fight first.
Hot
Her shirt zipper was lower than usual.
Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her creamy, smooth neck exposed.
Her soft, pink lips parted and mouthed words of complain.
He tugged the collar of his jacket. If jackets weren’t really his favorite, he would’ve dumped them years ago, especially now, where every single place you go, it was damn hot. Not to mention…
Her boots and sandals were off, revealing every little inch of her flawless, perfectly carved legs.
Her—
He slapped himself. Stupid goddamn hormones.
Her head whipped around and turned to him. “What the hell are you looking at?”
Oops?
Weary
When Sakura finally reached her peak, weary and drowsy, she slammed her body down his not-so-comfy couch and immediately visited dreamland. He looked at her lovingly and carried her to his bed, covered her with his favorite blanket, took a chair and made it his duty to stare at her all night.
Only to join her two minutes later.
+Ice Cream
Feeling all giddy and excited, she gave the money to the vendor and claimed her much-awaited reward of the day.
“Oh, heavenly, heavenly sweet, yummy, irresistible strawberry ice cream… I thank you for giving yourself to me.”
She smiled sheepishly and devoured the divine dessert.
Naruto looked at her fondly and eyed her treat.
“How is it?” he asked.
“Mmm…..” she replied, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Can I try it?”
“Nn wei!” She pouted and made a gesture of covering her ice cream.
It was Naruto’s turn to pout as she ignored him and continued licking her ice cream.
She was on the process of having a moment with her love as Naruto leaned towards her and as an effect, her back bent backwards. He caught her chin, looked at her directly and closed in their distance.
Just as when Sakura was expecting him to kiss her, he left a distance between them. She squeezed her eyes and almost squealed when a warm, wet tongue slithered along the outline of her lower lip, cleaning off the remnants of cream she didn’t bother to wipe. Her legs shivered and she felt electricity jolt within her, the same feeling every time they were so undeniably close. The moment was ruined though when she felt the cone she was holding in her right hand went missing.
And Naruto was nowhere to be seen.
But I enjoyed this anyway. Yipee!
Thank you for reading this. If you didn’t like it, you could give me a review of what you didn’t like (but please don’t tell me that you hate it just because it’s NaruSaku because it’s just so pointless). If you did, would it be okay if you could drop me a review too? Critics and comments are very welcome. I need it very much so.
BTW, the theme with the plus was just an extra I couldn’t avoid putting. Sorry for the un-fluffiness XP Oh, and in case you were disappointed with the ending, the fun doesn’t stop there. Naruto has more plans -incredibly evil smile-
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