Author: onceuponachildhood PM
300 one-sentence prompts about Konoha’s infamous Team Seven. No particular order. Manga spoilers up to ch. 459. Some AU-ish. .:All 300 up:.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 3 - Words: 9,541 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 11-23-09 - Published: 09-19-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5387056
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Characters: Sakura, Sasuke, Naruto, Kakashi, Sai
Summary: 300 one-sentence prompts about Konoha's infamous Team Seven. No particular order. Manga spoilers up to ch. 459. Some AU-ish.
Farrago: n. A confused mixture; an assortment; a medley
When Naruto's name crosses Sai's lips, the Uchiha is struck by what he later realizes is jealousy; they're his team, dammit, not anyone else's.
There's only one thing funnier than trying to teach a sexy-jutsued Naruto how to walk in heels, and that is trying to teach a sexy-jutsued Sasuke how to walk in heels; Sakura swears she'd never laughed this much in her life.
It's only after Sasuke returns that he learns of his teammates' quirks and fetishes; he would argue but the look Sakura gives him doesn't leave room to protest.
They're off-key and missing half the words but Kakashi listens to his team sing cheerfully and is glad fate is kinder the second time around.
Their relationship is strained when Sasuke finally returns; the team dynamics are cracked, fragile, but they do their best to hold the pieces together.
She's crying and pregnant and won't tell who the father is but Naruto just pulls her in for a hug, with Sasuke awkwardly patting her back; "C'mon, Sakura-chan, of course we'll help you out!"
Naruto never tells his teammates, but he wears orange so that he can't be forgotten (they never tell him, but they know why).
Sakura looks in the store window with teary eyes and Naruto notices; "Don't cry, Sakura-chan, we'll get Sasuke something for Valentine's next year, when he's back."
Sasuke is all skill, Sakura is all strategy, and Naruto is all courage; together, the three of them make history without once looking back.
For Naruto, there aren't two teams (Team Seven and Team Kakashi), there is only his family and he loves them all the same.
He's so used to having students that are orphans that when Kakashi thinks to ask Sakura about how her parents are, she just shrugs and suggests that he find a mirror if he wants to know.
A week without food and various enemy-nin wore the team down; even Sasuke agreed that Ichiraku tasted amazing that night.
Sai finds the way the three of them look curled up together is inspiring artistically; Naruto actually faints when he sees the picture of them nude (Sasuke has a few choice words for it, anyway) but Sakura finds the artist later and asks to keep it.
Sasuke thinks that later this might be trouble, but for now he kisses Sakura's shoulder and rolls his eyes at Naruto nibbling on his fingers.
Sakura tries not to giggle as Sai slides the brush over her face; Naruto smiles at her from behind with a dragon scrawled across his cheeks.
Kakashi tugs the mask down every night after they're asleep just so he can smile at them uninhibited.
Sakura gapes at the two for a moment before agreeing to their request; "Could you teach me and the teme some medical jutsu, Sakura-chan?"
Sasuke hesitates at the edge of the village, wondering if he should leave; he almost turns around but something in his head urges him on.
Where anyone lese would have run, she stayed; three tails were out but she wasn't letting go of her teammate for the world.
From the corner of his eye, Naruto can see Sasuke's back; he's haunted by the specter of the promise he can't keep.
There's ramen in her hair and tomatoes all over the kitchen floor but somehow Sakura can't bring herself to be angry at their smiling faces.
Sakura and Naruto drop a mussed-up Sasuke at Kakashi's feet with triumphant grins; he's surprised at the fact that he expected it all along.
The word Uchiha haunts them with power that six letters shouldn't have; once Team Seven sets their minds to something, there's no stopping them.
Whether its eyes or clan symbols or family colors or blood, it's a common theme between the three of them (and even if it clashed with Sakura's hair, she wouldn't change it for the world).
Cold, wet, and miserable, the three huddle in the tent and wait for Kakashi sensei to come back; the storm rages outside the canvas but for the moment, they're okay with each other.
Itachi's getting away again but Sakura and Naruto are holding him back with the force of a hundred; even if he could shake off their grip, Sasuke's not so sure that he wants to.
Chidori and rasengan are hurtling towards each other and Sakura isn't afraid; all she can think about is how much it's going to hurt if they die instead of her.
The day Sakura announces that she no longer loves Sasuke is ironically the day that he falls for her; perhaps it has something to do with her other declaration of "Alright, you skanky red-headed bitch, let go of my teammate."
Naruto is pretty sure that he's dying (why else would it hurt so much?) but he sees Sasuke hovering over him with concern in his eyes and all Naruto does is smile.
Sakura's fingers are gentle in his hair; Sasuke's aren't quite so kind to his back but Naruto can't work up the ire that his rival so deserves.
There's a huge argument among their peers over who Sakura will end up with (Naruto or Sasuke, they can't decide) so it comes as a huge shock when she grabs Lee's hand with a smile; it's more shocking that Naruto is cheering them on, but he did want the best for his teammates.
Sakura looks at the gifts sitting on her table; Kakashi vanished, Sasuke refuses to meet her gaze, Naruto is grinning, and it's only then that she remembers that it's her birthday.
They have no reason to be sitting on Hokage mountain, but they are; Tsunade leaves them be but warns them to clean the tomato juice up when they're done.
When Sasuke finally comes home (well, is dragged back by Sakura and Naruto) he has a hard time adjusting to life in the village again; Sakura's smiles and Naruto's idiotic schemes are slowly wearing him down, and he doesn't mind.
Naruto grins at his sleeping teammates and thanks them for just being there, because now he won't have to be alone (in the dark, he doesn't see Sasuke's almost-smile or Sakura's eyes brimming with tears).
The two are so close to brining him back home, yet so far away; they'll never have Sasuke again until Itachi is dead (they think, at least), and they're so shocked when he stumbles home one day and murmurs that he's sorry.
Sakura has Sasuke, and Sasuke has Itachi; Naruto looks at his bowl of ramen and is sure that he's the sanest of the team.
Satin skin, tangles of legs, the heady smell of coconut; Sai looks at his sleeping team with something akin to joy and feels at home with the three of them.
The first thing Sasuke notices about Sakura when he really stops to take a look at her is the surprising determination in her eyes; she knits skin back together with the grace that only she can and he knows that he's made the right choice in coming home.
Both boys look at her with pleading eyes (even if Sasuke wouldn't admit it) and Sakura hesitates.
Naruto whispers to Sasuke one particularly rainy morning that he loves it when Sakura hits him; not because he likes pain, Naruto amends, but because it means she finally realized that she is as amazing as they had always told her (she packs power in her punches and she's not afraid to prove it).
Naruto knows that Sakura will be pissed when she finds out, but his fingers close around the tomato and he can't find the will to stop himself before he lobs it into the air; Sasuke grumbles about seeds in his hair for a week.
The four of them run through the snow like the children they never were, glad for just a moment to live.
Three shinobi are looking at the same picture at the same moment, and not one of them thinks their team is broken (a bit cracked and ragged around the edges, but still whole).
Sakura can feel Naruto's fingers on her hip and Sasuke's hair on her neck and for the moment there is no Itachi or Sannin or Konoha, only them.
Between being Hokage, double shifts at the hospital, and extra ANBU missions, they don't have much time for each other anymore; the time the do have, they make it count (Sasuke still can't find his shirt, but he doesn't care).
Sakura toys with Sasuke's grey hair and Naruto playfully pokes the wrinkles that started popping up after they hit forty; as annoyed as he says he is, Sasuke wouldn't trade it (or them) for the world.
The great Uchiha name and the Kyuubi cast her into shadow; Sakura is content for now to walk behind them because she knows that her time to shine will come (and she'll be ready for it).
Orochimaru is a smear upon their team, a particularly nasty one at that, and all three want him gone the moment they meet him.
The little team splits apart (a team with dreams bigger than the earth they walk on) and Kakashi blames himself as those dreams shatter one-by-one.
Naruto doesn't want to stay alone and Sasuke can't stand the ghosts that haunt the compound; somehow, both of them turn up at Sakura's house and there's no argument as she welcomes them in.
The familiar stand is comforting as Sakura makes her way to Ichiraku alone; Ayame gives her a sympathetic smile and there's a bowl of Naruto's favorite ramen sitting in front of her.
She doesn't tell them at first but even Naruto couldn't miss the baby clothes that were suddenly appearing; Sasuke nuzzles her stomach in his sleep and it's all Sakura can do not to cry in front of her boys.
It might not be perfect, Naruto thinks as he listens to his teammates' breathing in the dark, but it's enough for me.
One fateful night Sasuke and Sakura learn just what Naruto can do with his clones, and he just grins as Sakura huffs about another stupid perverted jutsu (all the while trying to ignore the bunshin kissing her neck).
Kakashi is content to let them lie back and look at the stars; it's only in sleep that Sakura is brave enough to reach out and grab both their hands.
Sakura isn't all soft curves and dainty hands but she doesn't mind; Sakura is lean muscle and firm calves because she is strong and she has to be for her boys.
They're a team of melancholy and gloom, but Naruto's smile is their beacon in the dark.
When left alone in the park Sasuke doesn't know what to do and feels a little lost; it only takes pink hair and mischievous blue eyes to make him feel at home.
Being a kunoichi means that Sakura doesn't have to get prettied up for her boys; they've seen her up to her elbows in gore and don't even bat an eyelash anymore.
Sasuke looks smug as Naruto collapses; all Sakura can see is the blood seeping from his hair in fatal amounts.
The only thing good that comes out of their strange eating habits is that Sakura never has to learn how to cook an elaborate dish (and for her boys, she would).
In the Hokage's office Sakura smiles (Naruto's taller than her now but she still insists on putting the hat on his head) and Kakashi tugs down his mask to give his student congratulations.
It hurts to breathe- it hurts to anything, really- but Sasuke still reaches out and grabs their hands; he doesn't want them to think they're alone as they die.
Sometimes Naruto curls up between the two of them and thinks, it's more natural than living.
Kakashi looks after them much like a father would for his children; it's only after he's comforted all three after their nightmares that he realizes the fact.
The boys have no mother and Sakura's was never tender enough for lullabies but she tries for them (and somehow, it works anyway).
Naruto has no time to mourn the family he never had; Sakura needs him and so does Sasuke, even if he won't admit it.
They're the best of the best (Konoha's most unpredictable squad) and they know it.
Sakura knows that the villagers like to talk and they don't know any better, but whenever she hears Kyuubi coming from their lips, they mysteriously end up in the hospital (and she won't treat them).
Sasuke lets them lean on him as they sleep; he just wants to protect his team and he can't imagine life any other way.
"They're little nuisances day in and day out," Kakashi murmurs to the stone, "but they're my little nuisances."
After becoming a genin, Naruto never felt like he didn't have a family; Sasuke is so annoying like a brother should be and Sakura is doting even if she likes to hide it.
Their relationship isn't perfect (far from it) but they deal with the rough edges the best way they know how- together.
The more he pushes himself for Sakura and Sasuke, the less he thinks about becoming the Hokage (and strangely, he's okay with that).
Sakura's pretty sure she's never felt as strong as she does when they're watching her back; it's only when she can heal them after a fight that she changes her mind.
The three genin stare at their sensei's summon in awe; Kakashi is both cheered and depressed by their naivety.
Sasuke shuts them out because letting them in would be like handing them over to Itachi on a silver platter (and they mean so much more than that).
In her universe, Sakura would be hard-pressed to tell who was truly her sun; both her boys mean so much to her (and she's not willing to break that tie anymore).
Sakura kneels in front of the posts of training ground three, team picture in hand, and mourns.
Sasuke lets Sakura trail him like an overgrown puppy and lets Naruto sneak up on him because he enjoys the attention (even if he'd never tell them, they know).
"Sometimes," the blond Hokage murmurs to his bedmates, "you two are more overprotective than the ANBU."
Kakashi knows it's ridiculous -his first genin team are grinning up at him like madmen- but he thinks that he might hope, just this once.
Sakura disentangles herself from her emotions after her daily visit to the memorial stone; she puts the Hokage robes on with a heavy heart and wishes every day that she'd been a bit faster.
Sakura's head is on his chest, Naruto's legs thrown over his, and Sasuke knows that this peace can't last (even if he wishes with all his heart that it could).
Sasuke thanks them every chance he gets because he feels so guilty that he's going to tear them down someday.
For once, Sakura doesn't love either one of her boys more than the other; she plays with their hair and reminds herself that it's only a dream (she's not good enough to be this happy for real).
Naruto drapes his jacket around her shoulders and Sasuke lets her snuggle against his side; even if it is freezing outside, the sunrise is worth it.
It takes a few life-or-death situations and many, many missions for the three to warm up to each other (but when they do, they're inseparable).
Both of them have come to take him home; Sasuke can't understand why his vision is so messed up until the tears begin rolling down his cheeks.
For one night they're not shinobi, they're just children; they twirl under the stars and just enjoy being alive.
They're scattered across the earth, but they'll find each other again (and that's just how Naruto plans it).
In everything he does, Sasuke is apologizing; every touch, every shove, every look is his way of warning them that he's going to break them apart.
Sakura shakes her hand with a smirk, letting the pain of a broken nose sink in before she leans down to Sasuke's level ("Maybe you shouldn't have told her to say please," Naruto remarks).
Their cheeks are stinging but the peek in the bathhouse is worth it; Sakura hikes her towel up higher before storming away from her teammates.
It's hard to keep quiet when crammed into a suddenly rather skanky closet, but the Hokage was two rooms over and Sakura really didn't feel like explaining why her boys were currently playing tonsil hockey with each other.
Kakashi looks at the changes in the two of them and thinks of how much all three have grown.
Their teamwork gets so good that they don't even needs words; it unnerves most but Tsunade's just glad they get along (Konoha doesn't need another Orochimaru).
Naruto and Sakura both lay their heads on Sasuke's chest when he talks; he doesn't get just how comforting something as simple as his voice can be.
Their team is a lot of things, but at the end of the day they're just Team Seven (and they'd never ask for anything else).