Drabble
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Another drabble! ...Yays? I took a quite a bit of liberty with the prompt for this one.
Articles; Newspapers - No Matter What They Say
It is a typically beautiful day in early summer, and it happens to find Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino walking together down the tree-lined paths on the outer edge of Konoha. They are eating ice cream, and Sakura is giggling over Ino’s story about Shikamaru’s highly suspicious reaction to the news that Temari would be staying in Konoha to act as a liaison between Suna and Konoha.
“His face went all red, and he just stared at Tsunade-sama for a full minute, absolutely speechless. He couldn’t even get out a ‘how troublesome’ until she’d dismissed us and we were halfway out of the building.” The blonde fourteen-year-old grins before taking a bite out of the cone of black cherry ice cream in her hand. “He’s got it bad, alright. Chouji and I have vowed that once Temari actually gets here, we’re going to tease Shika mercilessly until he agrees to go on at least one date with her. It’s for his own good, after all!”
Sakura smiles and captures a stray droplet of her own quickly-melting peach-flavoured ice cream, foiling its attempted escape down the far side of the cone. It is nice to know that things seem to be working out for some people, at least, and although she knows that Shikamaru will complain about what a pain it is to have the blonde Sand nin around, she also knows that he won’t really mean a word of it.
“…I can’t believe we all actually used to like him. How stupid was that?”
A vaguely familiar voice coming from somewhere nearby catches both girls’ attentions; they exchange a look and move forward just a bit faster, and as they come around a sharp curve in the path, they find themselves looking at a cluster of their old classmates from their days at the Academy.
A girl with short black hair named Ami is the one currently speaking, and she doesn’t seem to notice Ino and Sakura’s sudden appearance, or else doesn’t care enough to acknowledge them. “I always thought there was something a little off about him, and obviously I was right. I wouldn’t have him now if he came to me begging,” she says with a haughty toss of her head. “I mean, sure, Sasuke was cool and good-looking and everything, but he’s nothing more than a worthless traitor now. Stupid, sick-minded deserter, I hope the hunter-nins find him and give him what he deserves-”
Sakura suddenly sees red, and the next thing she knows, Ino, and surprisingly enough Genma and Kakashi, are pulling her off a crying, whimpering Ami; the other girls who had been with her are nowhere to be seen.
“But I didn’t do anything,” the dark-haired kunoichi is blubbering tearfully as Genma helps her to her feet. Sakura snarls wordlessly at this and would have thrown herself at the other kunoichi once again if not for Kakashi’s firm grip on her shoulders and Ino’s equally firm grip on one of her arms.
Sakura’s shirt is torn, her headband has slipped sideways, causing her short pink hair to stick up at a crazy angle, and she has dirt on her face, but other than that, she looks little worse for the wear.
Ami, on the other hand, is not nearly so fortunate. Numerous scratches and bruises cover what is visible of her skin, including a few particularly painful-looking ones on her jaw and left cheek; one of her eyes has already nearly swollen shut, blood from a gash on her forehead is trickling down into the other, and Kakashi can tell even from a cursory glance that her nose is broken.
“You got things under control here?” Genma asks Kakashi slowly, and as his eyes flicker over the still somewhat murderous-looking Sakura, he thanks Kami that he and the Copy Nin had just happened to be on their way back from an uneventful escort mission. Who knew how long this decidedly one-sided fight would’ve gone on otherwise--or, rather, who knew how badly Ami might have been injured.
Kakashi nods silently, and Genma ushers Ami off towards the hospital; Sakura feels a sense of grim satisfaction as she notes the pronounced limp in the other girl’s stride.
“Care to explain what happened here?” the silver-haired jounin asks, relaxing his grip on her shoulders, and though his tone is deceptively light and pleasant, Sakura knows him well enough to recognise the hidden steel in his voice.
“I can’t stand to hear people talking about him that way.” Her voice is low, and Kakashi notices that she is still glaring hard after Ami; but as the other kunoichi disappears around a bend in the path, the pink-haired girl pulls out of his grasp and turns to face him fully, her expression clear and serious. “It’s been nearly a year now, and I know what everyone thinks about Sasuke-kun now--they hate him, and call him a traitor and all sorts of other names…” She raises her chin, holding her head with a proud tilt, and meets her old sensei’s single visible eye directly, her tone somber and unapologetic. “…But I still love him, no matter what anyone else says.”
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...All I have to say is...CATFIGHT NO JUTSU AHHAHA!!!! XDDD
Another drabble! ...Yays? I took a quite a bit of liberty with the prompt for this one.
Articles; Newspapers - No Matter What They Say
It is a typically beautiful day in early summer, and it happens to find Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino walking together down the tree-lined paths on the outer edge of Konoha. They are eating ice cream, and Sakura is giggling over Ino’s story about Shikamaru’s highly suspicious reaction to the news that Temari would be staying in Konoha to act as a liaison between Suna and Konoha.
“His face went all red, and he just stared at Tsunade-sama for a full minute, absolutely speechless. He couldn’t even get out a ‘how troublesome’ until she’d dismissed us and we were halfway out of the building.” The blonde fourteen-year-old grins before taking a bite out of the cone of black cherry ice cream in her hand. “He’s got it bad, alright. Chouji and I have vowed that once Temari actually gets here, we’re going to tease Shika mercilessly until he agrees to go on at least one date with her. It’s for his own good, after all!”
Sakura smiles and captures a stray droplet of her own quickly-melting peach-flavoured ice cream, foiling its attempted escape down the far side of the cone. It is nice to know that things seem to be working out for some people, at least, and although she knows that Shikamaru will complain about what a pain it is to have the blonde Sand nin around, she also knows that he won’t really mean a word of it.
“…I can’t believe we all actually used to like him. How stupid was that?”
A vaguely familiar voice coming from somewhere nearby catches both girls’ attentions; they exchange a look and move forward just a bit faster, and as they come around a sharp curve in the path, they find themselves looking at a cluster of their old classmates from their days at the Academy.
A girl with short black hair named Ami is the one currently speaking, and she doesn’t seem to notice Ino and Sakura’s sudden appearance, or else doesn’t care enough to acknowledge them. “I always thought there was something a little off about him, and obviously I was right. I wouldn’t have him now if he came to me begging,” she says with a haughty toss of her head. “I mean, sure, Sasuke was cool and good-looking and everything, but he’s nothing more than a worthless traitor now. Stupid, sick-minded deserter, I hope the hunter-nins find him and give him what he deserves-”
Sakura suddenly sees red, and the next thing she knows, Ino, and surprisingly enough Genma and Kakashi, are pulling her off a crying, whimpering Ami; the other girls who had been with her are nowhere to be seen.
“But I didn’t do anything,” the dark-haired kunoichi is blubbering tearfully as Genma helps her to her feet. Sakura snarls wordlessly at this and would have thrown herself at the other kunoichi once again if not for Kakashi’s firm grip on her shoulders and Ino’s equally firm grip on one of her arms.
Sakura’s shirt is torn, her headband has slipped sideways, causing her short pink hair to stick up at a crazy angle, and she has dirt on her face, but other than that, she looks little worse for the wear.
Ami, on the other hand, is not nearly so fortunate. Numerous scratches and bruises cover what is visible of her skin, including a few particularly painful-looking ones on her jaw and left cheek; one of her eyes has already nearly swollen shut, blood from a gash on her forehead is trickling down into the other, and Kakashi can tell even from a cursory glance that her nose is broken.
“You got things under control here?” Genma asks Kakashi slowly, and as his eyes flicker over the still somewhat murderous-looking Sakura, he thanks Kami that he and the Copy Nin had just happened to be on their way back from an uneventful escort mission. Who knew how long this decidedly one-sided fight would’ve gone on otherwise--or, rather, who knew how badly Ami might have been injured.
Kakashi nods silently, and Genma ushers Ami off towards the hospital; Sakura feels a sense of grim satisfaction as she notes the pronounced limp in the other girl’s stride.
“Care to explain what happened here?” the silver-haired jounin asks, relaxing his grip on her shoulders, and though his tone is deceptively light and pleasant, Sakura knows him well enough to recognise the hidden steel in his voice.
“I can’t stand to hear people talking about him that way.” Her voice is low, and Kakashi notices that she is still glaring hard after Ami; but as the other kunoichi disappears around a bend in the path, the pink-haired girl pulls out of his grasp and turns to face him fully, her expression clear and serious. “It’s been nearly a year now, and I know what everyone thinks about Sasuke-kun now--they hate him, and call him a traitor and all sorts of other names…” She raises her chin, holding her head with a proud tilt, and meets her old sensei’s single visible eye directly, her tone somber and unapologetic. “…But I still love him, no matter what anyone else says.”
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...All I have to say is...CATFIGHT NO JUTSU AHHAHA!!!! XDDD