Summary: Drabbles about Sai, Sakura, and their strange attempts at bonding. One: Sakura refuses to believe that Sai's new picture is drawn to scale.
AN: I get ideas for short scenes between Sai and Sakura, so I figured I'd just make a drabble collection : ). Updates are going to be kind of sporadic, I'm sorry.
Sakura slowly swallowed a lump in her throat as she stared down at the picture that was quickly becoming crumpled in her grasp. Her eyes were trained on the figures drawn on the paper, but more importantly, on one aspect in particular.
One very, very, very, large aspect.
"Isn't it great, Sakura-chan?" Naruto beamed happily over her shoulder as he pointed down at the illustration, "Sai's not being a complete ass anymore."
Her grip tightened, tiny holes were being perforated by her fingertips.
"Naruto," She asked, her voice strained, "Don't you think his portraits are a little…off?"
"Ne? What do you mean, Sakura-chan?" Naruto asked dumbly, scrutinizing the picture more closely.
The pink haired kunoichi was sure the sound of her teeth grinding together could be heard from miles away, "Don't you think that there's certain qualities about certain people that have been slightly exaggerated?"
Naruto shrugged, and Sakura almost wanted to hit herself for believing that Naruto could understand subtlety. "Everyone looks alright to me. See, there's you, Kakashi-sensei, Sai, me, and Yamato."
Her knuckles were cracking and the paper was tearing, "Naruto you idiot, look at it!" She seethed, shaking the paper directly in his face.
He blinked, and suddenly understanding appeared on his face, "Well, I suppose your forehead is a little larger than normal-"
"A little?! It's taking up the entire page!" She yelled, reservations and proper indoor voices be damned.
"I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it-" Naruto said, trying more to quell the bloodlust that had acquired in Sakura's eyes than defend the artist nin.
"It's the platform everyone else is standing on!"
"It's a small platform-"
Naruto's appeasement was cut short when the sudden 'poof!' of a materializing nin was heard, and he slowly turned around to see Sai standing in front of them.
"Hello Naruto-kun, Hag," He greeted cordially, fake smile slapped on his face, and completely oblivious to the rather frantic motion Naruto was making with his finger going across his neck.
"Sai?" Came Sakura, her voice dark and foreboding.
"Yes, Ugly?" Sai said, still pleasantly smiling.
The picture was crumpled entirely with one quick fist clench, "You and I are going to have a long, serious talk about artistic license." Of course, when she said 'talk', it was apparent that she meant 'vicious beat down'.
Sai's smile slipped slightly.