Title: What is Wrong with the Outdoors
Characters: Sakura, Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi
Pairing: Team 7 centric
Summary: Sakura attempts to bathe, Sasuke and Naruto spy, and Kakashi curses the day that he agreed to take these kids on for training.
A/N: I want to try to start a series of one-shots, inspired by a list of one hundred words me, my younger brother, and a random word generator thought of yesterday. Pairings will vary, as will length. I guess people can request pairings. Starting off with a Team 7 one, though. Enjoy.
Sakura really, really hated camping.
She strongly disliked having to share a tent with Naruto and Sasuke. She didn't like the fact that she couldn't really bathe because once Kakashi had discovered Naruto and Sasuke teaming up to spy on her once, which had been extremely embarrassing. The fact that all three of them had seen her sans clothing had only made it worse. Although Kakashi had, she was fairly sure, seen naked women before. Sasuke and Naruto might not of. It depended on how perverted they were. She didn't like always finding something in her sleeping bag, usually Naruto's socks. She definitely wanted to be a ninja. She just hated camping with her team. Sakura envied Hinata, who at least had a female team leader, Kurenai.
And now she was huddling in the small pool she had found in a clearing, one that appeared to be totally ice-melt. It was freezing and she had goose bumps all up and down her arms and legs. She tried to wash her hair, wincing as the water hit her scalp. She couldn't wash her hair really since she only had a bar of soap. She had at least thought to grab her own (but not her shampoo) when Sasuke and Naruto had to share a bar. Idiots. She was wondering how long it would get before they figured that they could break it in half.
She bent over and soaped her leg, shivering even more at the cool air on her exposed back. Bloody hell this was freezing. As soon as they got home she was so going to sit in a steaming hot bath for a week with bubbles. Lots of bubbles, and salts, and oils, and she could finally wash her hair. There was dirt stuck in it, and dried mud, and some slimy thing due to Naruto stealing her pillow. It had not been a funny joke. Although Kakashi had seemed to think so, Sasuke had just looked impervious.
Okay, what was that rustling in front of her. There wasn't really wind, just frigid air and water.
No. No, they wouldn't. They couldn't. Not after last time. Naruto and Sasuke must have learned their lesson. Kakashi had lectured them for two and a half hours (although she would have sworn that he was smiling behind his mask, so of course she couldn't prove it, but whatever) and he told her that he hoped it had sunk in to their empty skulls and if she or he ever caught her other two teammates spying on her naked again he would force them to do something completely heinous like wait on her for a month. And, he'd added with a wink, she could easily feel obligated to be a horrible bitch to Naruto and Sasuke.
They wouldn't. They shouldn't.
And yet, Sakura was sure that she could see a few tips of spiky blonde hair poking up from that bush.
"Naruto!" She howled, enraged. No response. "Uzumaki Naruto!" The spikes moved. Next to them what appeared to be black hair (she had somehow missed that) slid down further into the bush. Oh, no, not him too.
"Sasuke!" Nothing, of course. "Uchiha Sasuke!" Not a movement or sound.
"I am going to kill you," she said. "I am going to kill you both very dead and leave your corpses to the bones!"
Kakashi, hearing her yells from their campsite, responded.
"Where are Naruto and Sasuke?"
"Why don't you ask the bush that they're hiding in?"
Over at the campsite, Kakashi sighed. Not again. What was wrong with these brats? He hadn't spyed on Rin with Obito, much. Not to the extent Sasuke and Naruto were going. "Do you want me to come over?"
God no. She didn't want a repeat of last time. Sakura quickly turned around, waded out of the stream and grabbed her towel, hoping that she hadn't revealed any more skin. Although really, this couldn't be more embarrassing. Well, it could- just like last time- but she could make it not worse.
"Yeah, could you now come over and kill Naruto and Sasuke for me, Kakashi-sensei?"
The bush turned tail and ran, only to be stopped by Kakashi, who, Sakura was fairly pleased to note, looked annoyed on her behalf. Or at least annoyed at being dragged away from his porn by two idiotic, hormonal boys who had nothing better to do than spy on their female teammate whether they were interested in her or not.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Naruto and Sasuke were dead.
And her towel was nice, warm, secure, and covered 85 percent of her body.