Day Two: 300 words of practice (300+ this time, and I may work on it more tomorrow)
Team 7 were renowned for many things.
Their teamwork, first and foremost.
Their loyalty, to their village and each other.
Their strengths, versatility, and sheer power.
But perhaps most of all, the epic scale of their arguments.
Due to the rather explosive tempers and hubris of certain members of their group, as skilled as they were, sometimes they weren’t the most subtle, and thus, perhaps weren’t the best suited to specific types of missions.
Like undercover subterfuge and recon.
…Well, hindsight’s 20-20.
“Sakur-I mean, Mom, you can wait for us at home,” grumbled Naruto awkwardly as his team-mate, clad in a flirty, short summer dress, patted him adoringly on the head.
“I missed you so much today, my little Naru-kun,” she cooed, and deliberately rubbed his head harder, bordering on a noogie. “And how did you and your brother get on today in your new school? No more fights, right?” She turned a hard glare on her other ‘son’. “Right?” she said darkly.
In his own pre-pubescent henge, Sasuke hmph’d at her inquiry and pretended to ignore her, walking past her more quickly than usual in the direction of their ‘home’(base).
“The idiot’s right, you don’t need to come get us,” muttered the dark-haired jounin-though it was drowned out by the cat-calls and whistles of some of their classmates.
“Hi Naruto and Sasuke’s mom!”
“Hi boys,” Sakura called cheerfully back with a smile and wave.
Sasuke glared back at them, daring them to do more; and the boys backed off a bit, waving and moving along a bit faster than before.
“They seem nice,” she remarked, oblivious to her ‘son’s’ evil eye.
“Says the one who gave herself a pneumatic chest with her henge,” muttered the Uchiha as he continued on his way, Naruto scrambling to catch up to him.
“What was that, darling?” she growled, grabbing him by the ear.
“Nothing, Goodyear-Bust,” he choked out, his aloofness suffering slightly from lack of oxygen as she held him in a loving embrace-around his throat.
“Didn’t I ever teach you, darling, that if you have nothing good to say, then shutthehellup?!”
“Uh, guys-I mean, mom--,” began Naruto, noticing the stares of his fellow students and a few adults that had turned in their direction. “Cover, being blown away right now…”
The arguing pair stilled, their eyes flicking back to note the curious-and outright concerned-looks of those around them at the edge of the school property.
The murderous embrace turned more loving-if still aggressive-as Sakura and Sasuke squeezed each other tightly to ‘make up’, Sasuke’s face buried in Sakura’s newfound, ample cleavage.
“I love you sooooo much, Sasu-darling!” she exclaimed, her voice tight from effort.
“Hn.”
A rib cracked.
“You too, mom,” gasped the young-looking man, visibly wincing. With love.
The stares continued, making a bead of sweat trickle down the ninjas’ backs for a moment, but thank goodness a dog ran out in the road and was nearly hit by a cart, distracting everyone so they could slip away.
“You owe me,” Pakkun later growled to his master.
“She’ll make you cookies tonight, I promise.”
The fighting at school made the two young ‘boys’ quite popular, however, and ended up aiding the team in their mission.
In a way.
Not that the police officer in their living room was of that opinion as he took down notes and scowled condescendingly at the two mischief-makers he was writing up.
“Now, the next time that either one of you two little hooligans accidentally lights one of your friends on fire--.”
Sasuke sniggered.
“Sasuke-darling, listen to the nice policeman,” growled Sakura in a saccharine threat.
“-whether it’s his hair or any other part of him--.”
Naruto choke-coughed, behind his hand. With particularly bright eyes.
The officer’s eyes narrowed.
“-and that includes his backside--.”
Naruto fell clear off his chair, gasping and clutching at his middle as the laughter erupted from his belly.
“NARUTO, YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT, DO YOU HEAR ME!? That poor civili-er, boy’s ass will never be the same!”
“-there will be more serious consequences…”
The lawman turned a baleful look on the pink-haired, lovely young mother, and his eyes slowly widened. His jaw went slack, his shoulders slumped as he gazed at her, his mouth hung open at the vision before him…
“Aaaand…. That should do it,” Sakura dusted off her hands as the genjutsu took effect.
“Good work boys - just remember, no ‘one thousand years of death’ on that kid. When I said ‘create a distraction’, I didn’t mean, ‘light a little friend on fire’. Dumbasses.”
“If we wanted a distraction, we would have just called you and your ‘friends’ over to volunteer in the class for a day,” retorted Sasuke as his ‘mother’ carried the thoroughly useless officer effortlessly to the door. She gave him a quick pat on the back and sent him on his way, ingraining in him the thought that he’d had a long day and needed a good nap when he got home-and that he’d been caught in traffic for the past 4 hours, not on a home-call.
“My ‘friends’ make it possible for me to walk in and out of any establishment in this city with no one ever able to give a description of my face or any other part of me, thank you!”
“Why not just use another henge, though?” asked Naruto, and Sasuke rubbed a hand over his face at his ‘brother’s’ flawed grasp of the feminine mystique.
When he picked himself up off the floor, later that night, Naruto groaned when ordered to do his homework.
“Just remember,” Sakura called from the kitchen where she was preparing their supper, “we have parent-teacher coming up, and your ‘father’ and I will be coming to visit your teachers - it’ll be a good time to check the employment records at the school. Our contact was sure there was a smuggling ring working out of there.”
“Yeah, yeah,” both boys trudged upstairs, jostling and elbowing each other irritably with each step.
“And no fighting up there, do you hear me!”
“Yes, mom!”
“What have I said about using the Sharingan in school?”
Sasuke looked at the wall behind Sakura’s shoulder.
“Sasuke….”
“No Sharingan on the playground.”
“And?”
“In class.”
“And?”
“Anywhere else while on this mission.”
“So, when did using it in the mirror in the little boy’s room qualify as ‘not on this mission’?”
“When the jerky gym teacher told me I looked like a little girl, and tried to grab my ass.”
The hard gleam in Sakura’s eyes sent a shiver down Sasuke’s spine.
“Point him out on teacher’s night.”
It had been a difficult mission for Kakashi.
He hadn’t minded that Sasuke and Naruto had reverted back into pre-genin brats - honestly, there wasn’t much change than when they were their usual adult selves.
And the cooking, laundry and cleaning were done regularly, along with the daily maintenance of their weapons. (Sakura had complained of boredom after sending her clones to do the housework while she did her own recon.)
Even living together as a family unit hadn’t been as arduous to adjust to as he’d been expecting. Mostly.
The warm, soft, pliant form at his side drew a deep breath in her slumber, cuddling closer to his own warmth.
But some things were outright torture.
“Touch me and die, sensei…” she murmured in her sleep, and like any sane man when faced with a sleeping tiger, he sensibly withdrew his wandering hands back to his lap.
“Oh, just go to the bathroom, Kakashi, geez,” she mumbled tiredly. “I’m too tired tonight.”
“You’d just need to lie there.”
“The boys are right next door, and I know they’re still awake. No.”
“I can be quiet.”
“The couch is yours. Go be quiet down there.”
“Aw…”
Their teamwork, first and foremost.
Their loyalty, to their village and each other.
Their strengths, versatility, and sheer power.
But perhaps most of all, the epic scale of their arguments.
Due to the rather explosive tempers and hubris of certain members of their group, as skilled as they were, sometimes they weren’t the most subtle, and thus, perhaps weren’t the best suited to specific types of missions.
Like undercover subterfuge and recon.
…Well, hindsight’s 20-20.
“Sakur-I mean, Mom, you can wait for us at home,” grumbled Naruto awkwardly as his team-mate, clad in a flirty, short summer dress, patted him adoringly on the head.
“I missed you so much today, my little Naru-kun,” she cooed, and deliberately rubbed his head harder, bordering on a noogie. “And how did you and your brother get on today in your new school? No more fights, right?” She turned a hard glare on her other ‘son’. “Right?” she said darkly.
In his own pre-pubescent henge, Sasuke hmph’d at her inquiry and pretended to ignore her, walking past her more quickly than usual in the direction of their ‘home’(base).
“The idiot’s right, you don’t need to come get us,” muttered the dark-haired jounin-though it was drowned out by the cat-calls and whistles of some of their classmates.
“Hi Naruto and Sasuke’s mom!”
“Hi boys,” Sakura called cheerfully back with a smile and wave.
Sasuke glared back at them, daring them to do more; and the boys backed off a bit, waving and moving along a bit faster than before.
“They seem nice,” she remarked, oblivious to her ‘son’s’ evil eye.
“Says the one who gave herself a pneumatic chest with her henge,” muttered the Uchiha as he continued on his way, Naruto scrambling to catch up to him.
“What was that, darling?” she growled, grabbing him by the ear.
“Nothing, Goodyear-Bust,” he choked out, his aloofness suffering slightly from lack of oxygen as she held him in a loving embrace-around his throat.
“Didn’t I ever teach you, darling, that if you have nothing good to say, then shutthehellup?!”
“Uh, guys-I mean, mom--,” began Naruto, noticing the stares of his fellow students and a few adults that had turned in their direction. “Cover, being blown away right now…”
The arguing pair stilled, their eyes flicking back to note the curious-and outright concerned-looks of those around them at the edge of the school property.
The murderous embrace turned more loving-if still aggressive-as Sakura and Sasuke squeezed each other tightly to ‘make up’, Sasuke’s face buried in Sakura’s newfound, ample cleavage.
“I love you sooooo much, Sasu-darling!” she exclaimed, her voice tight from effort.
“Hn.”
A rib cracked.
“You too, mom,” gasped the young-looking man, visibly wincing. With love.
The stares continued, making a bead of sweat trickle down the ninjas’ backs for a moment, but thank goodness a dog ran out in the road and was nearly hit by a cart, distracting everyone so they could slip away.
“You owe me,” Pakkun later growled to his master.
“She’ll make you cookies tonight, I promise.”
The fighting at school made the two young ‘boys’ quite popular, however, and ended up aiding the team in their mission.
In a way.
Not that the police officer in their living room was of that opinion as he took down notes and scowled condescendingly at the two mischief-makers he was writing up.
“Now, the next time that either one of you two little hooligans accidentally lights one of your friends on fire--.”
Sasuke sniggered.
“Sasuke-darling, listen to the nice policeman,” growled Sakura in a saccharine threat.
“-whether it’s his hair or any other part of him--.”
Naruto choke-coughed, behind his hand. With particularly bright eyes.
The officer’s eyes narrowed.
“-and that includes his backside--.”
Naruto fell clear off his chair, gasping and clutching at his middle as the laughter erupted from his belly.
“NARUTO, YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT, DO YOU HEAR ME!? That poor civili-er, boy’s ass will never be the same!”
“-there will be more serious consequences…”
The lawman turned a baleful look on the pink-haired, lovely young mother, and his eyes slowly widened. His jaw went slack, his shoulders slumped as he gazed at her, his mouth hung open at the vision before him…
“Aaaand…. That should do it,” Sakura dusted off her hands as the genjutsu took effect.
“Good work boys - just remember, no ‘one thousand years of death’ on that kid. When I said ‘create a distraction’, I didn’t mean, ‘light a little friend on fire’. Dumbasses.”
“If we wanted a distraction, we would have just called you and your ‘friends’ over to volunteer in the class for a day,” retorted Sasuke as his ‘mother’ carried the thoroughly useless officer effortlessly to the door. She gave him a quick pat on the back and sent him on his way, ingraining in him the thought that he’d had a long day and needed a good nap when he got home-and that he’d been caught in traffic for the past 4 hours, not on a home-call.
“My ‘friends’ make it possible for me to walk in and out of any establishment in this city with no one ever able to give a description of my face or any other part of me, thank you!”
“Why not just use another henge, though?” asked Naruto, and Sasuke rubbed a hand over his face at his ‘brother’s’ flawed grasp of the feminine mystique.
When he picked himself up off the floor, later that night, Naruto groaned when ordered to do his homework.
“Just remember,” Sakura called from the kitchen where she was preparing their supper, “we have parent-teacher coming up, and your ‘father’ and I will be coming to visit your teachers - it’ll be a good time to check the employment records at the school. Our contact was sure there was a smuggling ring working out of there.”
“Yeah, yeah,” both boys trudged upstairs, jostling and elbowing each other irritably with each step.
“And no fighting up there, do you hear me!”
“Yes, mom!”
“What have I said about using the Sharingan in school?”
Sasuke looked at the wall behind Sakura’s shoulder.
“Sasuke….”
“No Sharingan on the playground.”
“And?”
“In class.”
“And?”
“Anywhere else while on this mission.”
“So, when did using it in the mirror in the little boy’s room qualify as ‘not on this mission’?”
“When the jerky gym teacher told me I looked like a little girl, and tried to grab my ass.”
The hard gleam in Sakura’s eyes sent a shiver down Sasuke’s spine.
“Point him out on teacher’s night.”
It had been a difficult mission for Kakashi.
He hadn’t minded that Sasuke and Naruto had reverted back into pre-genin brats - honestly, there wasn’t much change than when they were their usual adult selves.
And the cooking, laundry and cleaning were done regularly, along with the daily maintenance of their weapons. (Sakura had complained of boredom after sending her clones to do the housework while she did her own recon.)
Even living together as a family unit hadn’t been as arduous to adjust to as he’d been expecting. Mostly.
The warm, soft, pliant form at his side drew a deep breath in her slumber, cuddling closer to his own warmth.
But some things were outright torture.
“Touch me and die, sensei…” she murmured in her sleep, and like any sane man when faced with a sleeping tiger, he sensibly withdrew his wandering hands back to his lap.
“Oh, just go to the bathroom, Kakashi, geez,” she mumbled tiredly. “I’m too tired tonight.”
“You’d just need to lie there.”
“The boys are right next door, and I know they’re still awake. No.”
“I can be quiet.”
“The couch is yours. Go be quiet down there.”
“Aw…”