I've been incredibly flattered that people have added me/my stories to their fav's and alerts, but I would EVEN HAPPIER if someone would be kind enough to LEAVE ME A REVIEW. I want to know what I'm doing right/wrong/downright silly, so I can improve and write more and better fanfiction. Everybody can use better fanfiction. The reviews don't have be essays in five-paragraph format; short things like, "Sasuke was really in character here," or, "I like your description of the pizza," would be more than amazing. I appreciate negative feedback, as I tend to grow the most from those. Please do not be confused: that's not an invitation for flames or spam. "Watch out for your grammar/spelling," or, "The transition here can use a little/some/a lot of work," are perfect.
Thanks for reading for my little rant. Enjoy the story.
Inspired by my own squeaky chair.
Word Count: 205
Haruno Sakura stood in front of her boss' office with enough documents to bury the Konoha City Hall. She carefully arranged the papers to one arm and raised the free hand to knock on the battered excuse of a door. This company building was the most important one and hence the oldest, and she supposed it never occurred to the higher-ups that a remodeling here and there wouldn't cut into their Christmas bonuses that much. Following the same line of logic, she supposed purchasing new office supplies would also be out of the question, if the loud squeaking coming from the inside of the office was any indication. Mr. Uchiha had the habit of swinging back and forth in his computer chair when he was deep in thought; Sakura just didn't know how he could be with that awful noise.
As her hand made contact with the wood, the previously un-shut door swung open all the way without protest. Sakura hurriedly prepared to apologize for her intrusion, as Mr. Uchiha could be rather ill-tempered at times--and her vision was rudely assaulted with a man's bare backside. And it was not Mr. Uchiha's.
She could not meet Naruto's eyes for the rest of the month.