Do It Secretly Like a Ninja

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Rating ranges from K to T. T for safety.

Flashback Chapter Two:

Sasuke's Piggy Bank

I remember trying to save money…

to buy her a present…

Heh. I looked ridiculous.

Sasuke stared blankly at his dinner. Itachi raised an eyebrow at his little brother from the corner of his eye. Why wasn't he eating? It was-

"Sasuke-chan, I made your favorite, see?" Mikoto giggled as she placed the tomato dish in front of everyone. "Tomato salad!"

The Uchiha boy just pursed his lips and picked up a fork. He slowly mixed the salad around with it.

"What's wrong, Sasuke?" Itachi asked as he put a leafy green into his mouth. Vegetables are good for a ninja's health, you know.

"Okaa-san, how do you make money?"

The mother was taken aback. She put a hand on her cheek and tilted her head to the side. "Hm. Well, you can get a job-"

"How do I get a job." Was his immediate answer.

Itachi sweat dropped. "Little brother, you're still too young to get a job. Don't get ahead of yourself." He then picked up a tomato using his fork and placed it in his mouth.

Sasuke pouted and crossed his arms. It was his mother's turn to sweat drop.

"Dear, what do you need a job for?" Mikoto asked as she laughed softly with her head tilted to the side.

"None of your business." Sasuke replied monotonously as he tried to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Now, now, Sasuke, don't talk to your mother like that." Fugaku said sternly followed by a sip of tea from the clay cup. The said woman laughed, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "Fugaku, dear, Sasuke's just embarrassed."

"Yes. He might want to buy Sakura a gift." Itachi teased, earning a glare from his younger brother.

"No! No, that's no what I meant!" It's what started the business. He dashed out the door, going out to train and get his mind off things. Mikoto giggled, and as if nothing happened, she got up and began to do the dishes. Fugaku gave a small smile before taking his newspaper and going off somewhere else in the house, preferably the study.

"Saving money to buy Sakura a birthday gift, eh?" Itachi said as he sighed, "Nice thought, but I wonder if he realizes that Sakura's birthday is still three months away."

Sasuke sat on the log, his mouth still slightly burned from practicing. He turned around, about to leave when suddenly he spotted Naruto walked by.

"Oi. Naruto no baka."

The boy stopped, looked at him, and turned red with anger. "I'M NOT A BAKA, TEME!"

The Uchiha smirked and shook his head. He walked over to the blonde.

Naruto grinned. "So, what'cha need?"

"…How do you make money?"

His cerulean blue eyes widened. "Eh? Money?" He scratched his scalp. "Uhm…I never really thought about it…" Sasuke snorted and glared at him. "You're a lot of help. What the hell do you live off?"


"And what do you USE to buy the ramen?"

"Actually, I never really thought about that-"

"You IDIOT!"


Seems like Naruto was 'destined', as Neji would say, to be Sasuke's punching bag…and idiot.

"ACK! What the heck was THAT for?!"

"For being an idiot."

"Yeah, well, you're an idiot."

"You're a BIGGER idiot."

"You're the BIGGEST idiot!" The blonde retorted as he crossed his arms and smirked in victory. His smirk turned into a frown when he saw his best friend/rival smirk.

"Well, I said you're a bigger idiot, so whatever I am, you're bigger than that."

Naruto's eyebrows scrunched up as he scratched his cheek. "Erm. I don't get it."

Cookoo. Cookoo.

"Hey! What 'cha guys doin'?"

Sasuke and Naruto jumped and turned around to see Sakura.

"H-hi, Sakura-chan!" Naruto stuttered out as he looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. Sakura tilted her head to the side. "Hello."

Sasuke felt, for some reason, Naruto was getting him very pissed off.

Very, VERY, very, pissed off.

"Uh, well, I got to go." Sasuke said as he ran away, holding a hand up as he still looked at them while running the other way. "Ja ne!"

Once he was out of sight, Sakura sighed. "He doesn't like me, does he…"

Naruto huffed. "He likes you more than you and I know put together."

Sakura looked at him and giggled. "Well, probably, since you don't know much." The blonde stopped what he was doing and blushed, fake-angrily yelling back, "Hey!"

A few miles away stood an out-of-breath Sasuke. He was using his crouched down knees for support. "Gah. Stupid Naruto. Silly Sakura." Sasuke grumbled under his breath as he wiped the sweat of his brow. "Naruto was absolutely no help…Maybe Shikamaru or Chouji will know."


"What do you need money for, Sasuke?" Shikamaru asked as they swung on the swings. Chouji, meanwhile, sat on the slide. Sasuke glared at the Nara, who immediately got the message. "Oh. Well, try the old fashioned way and sell lemonade."

The Uchiha crossed his arms and replied stubbornly, "No."

"Why don't you sell barbeque? I could totally buy a bunch of barbeque from you." Chouji rambled as he dug his hand into a bag of chips of equal size to him. The other two boys sighed.

"I can't cook barbeque."

"Then, take cooking lessons." The Akimichi thought it over for second before changing his mind. "Actually, instead of selling barbeque, just become my personal chef and cook it for me everyday." Shikamaru sighed and rolled his eyes, inwardly laughing at his best friend's idea.

He then turned to Sasuke and patted his back.

"I know you'll find the answer eventually." Meaning: Good luck.

The Uchiha sighed and got up.


Sasuke kicked a rock. What should he do? He looked around to get inspiration.

A provision shop.

A grocery store.

A dango teahouse.



Nothing. He got nothing.

That was when he stopped a craft store. Sasuke then remembered that his mom liked to stop by this place a lot with Sakura and him. He decided to step inside, and wasn't surprised when his eyes were greeted by the many women, from young Chunin women to middle aged grannies.

Sasuke looked around and was a little embarrassed, like the other sons who were dragged by their mothers, to be in here. But, instead of dashing out, he continued to looked around.

And then he caught sight of a book.



"Ah, Sakura-chan." Itachi said as he looked up, just finishing preparing to go outside. "Sasuke's here. He came back carrying a book and a bag. He hasn't been out of his room since." Sakura raised an eyebrow.


He got up and walked towards the door, patted her head and said, "Don't worry. You'll be very happy soon." And he left to do some errands.

Sakura shrugged it off and skipped towards the kitchen.

"Mikoto-chan?" She chimed as she tugged on the woman's skirt to get her attention. The Uchiha lady turned around, and at the sight of the pink haired little girl, she dropped her spoon and enveloped Sakura into a tight hug. "Saku-chan!"

"Where's Sasuke-kun?"

Mikoto blinked, touched that the first thing that came out of Sakura's mouth was concern for the boy.

"Oh, honey, he's up in his room. Ah, but don't go in there yet. It's a surprise."

It was Sakura's turn to blink in confusion. What was going on? Mikoto laughed in a soft tone and patted her head, "Why don't you help me cook a delicious dinner? One that will make Sasuke say, "This is the best thing I ever tasted!" Okay?" Sakura's eyes brightened up as she nodded enthusiastically, ready to help in the kitchen in anyway she can.


"Sasuke! Itachi! Dinner's ready!" Mikoto called out. Sakura squirmed a little bit in her chair anxiously, hearing the loud thumps of him running coming closer. She looked at the little girl, petting her head comfortingly and whispering, "Don't worry, he's love it."

"I'm here-" Sasuke stopped in the doorway at the sight of the blushing Sakura. He gulped and quietly took a seat next to her, hiding his hands under the at table. Mikoto put a plate in front of the two children, "So, what have you been doing in your room, Sasuke?"

"Studying." He quickly replied. Suddenly, a look of confusion washed over his face. He looked down at his hands and then at the serving spoon. Finding no way at all, he just gave up and took the serving spoon, revealing his hand covered in bandages.

"Food smells good." Itachi said as he walked into the room. The first thing he saw was Sasuke's hand, and he commented, "Wow. Some intense training you were doing today. Either that, or you turned emo." Before his mother put a plate in front of him, she swatted him lightly in the back of the head, causing him to say, "He looks the part."

"So, uhm, Sasuke-kun. Is the food good?" Sakura asked as she looked at the boy next to her expectantly. He turned away, hiding his face as he replied quietly, "It's good." She smiled happily.


"I think I should go now. It's late. My daddy might think something might have happened to me." Sakura said as she put her shoes on. Sasuke was standing next to her, scratching his nose. He could feel the weirdness in his chest, not sure if it was a good thing or if something was wrong.

"Hey, Sakura…"

"Yep?" She asked, turning around to look at him.

"I heard you liked uhm…Alice in Wonderland and your favorite character was the Cheshire Cat so…Here. Happy Birthday." From behind his back, he held out his handmade, stripped, stuffed cat and a beautifully illustrated Alice in Wonderland. She mostly took note of his hands.

"Sasuke-kun…" Sakura muttered as she got up and hugged him. Even then, he was still tall enough for her to fit under his chin. He blushed a deep red, and his hands were certainly full. She excitedly took the gifts from his hands. "Thank you so much!" With one peck on the cheek, she was out the door. But, before she left, she giggled and exclaimed,

"Even though it's way too early for a birthday gift!"


Sasuke felt his soul escaping through his lips.


/Lunatic/ Finally done.

/Blue/ It's only six pages.


/Blue/ Oh, I see. It's better to update than to never update at all…

/Lunatic/ We apologize for any mistakes.

Next Chapter! Sakura's Onigiri

"Sasuke-teme! Sakura-chan fainted! WHAT DO WE DO?!" Naruto sobbed as he pointed in the direction of the nurse's office.