of celebrations and dango.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hyuuga Neji & Nara Shikamaru & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: t4p23. amused & 079. surprise
Word Count: 760
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: A little cracky.
Notes: Written for 3_way & lover100 . Prompt tables are here & here.
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“We made it!” Sakura laughs, a slight slur to show for the three empty shot glasses sitting neatly in a pile before her. “Four months! Four months! We’re finally home!”
Despite himself, Neji’s lips quirk up slightly in the corner, a smirk tugging at his face. Beside him, Shikamaru is propped up casually on an elbow, having already lost to the lazy smirk now spreading across his face. Sakura smiles like a child with a sugar lollipop as she swings to pour another shot into each of their respective cups. “Welcome home, boys.”
“You, too, Sakura,” Neji smirks finally, raising his shot in a toast to her words. “To home.”
“To home!” she choruses along with Shikamaru, with the latter in a noticeably lower decibel range. And as the three down another set of shots, they raise more than a few eyebrows around the quaint bar. The sparsely decorated bar is filled densely with civilians, and the faces they recognize in the blurry crowd is minimal enough for the three teammates to feel a satisfactory level of comfort. The ones they do recognize however, know enough to not disturb the three beaming like idiots in the corner booth.
Although each are donning the customary jounin uniform, the summer weather has found them forgoing the black undershirt. The swirl on their biceps is enough for any shinobi in the bar to know not to piss them off - ANBU - they are, after all, the elite of the elite. “Oh!” the cerise haired woman gasps suddenly, a look of momentary epiphany gracing her features. “I can’t believe I forgot! We need to go eat dango! I haven’t had Haruka-san’s dango in so longggg!” she slurs near the end, the determined look falling from her face.
“Haruka-san has probably gone home now, Sakura,’’ Neji points out unceremoniously with a slight arch of his patrician eyebrow.
“But I want dango! Shikamaru wants dango too!”
“Oh?” Shikamaru plays along, twirling a wayward cerise strand lazily. “You must be psychic, Sakura.”
In her drunken stupor, the sarcasm escapes her entirely - for a moment, she even looks triumphant as she turns towards Neji. “See?” she pouts, “You’re the only one that doesn’t see the light.”
“Alright, Shikamaru,” Neji smirks, “Let’s go raid poor Haruka-san’s house, and hold him at kunai point until he cooks some dango for us, shall we?”
“Brilliant idea, Neji.”
Sakura swivels her head slowly between her two boys, and it is another minute before drunken understanding filters across her face. “Hey!” she says, offended - but the offense melts in no time, as an amused laugh fills the air. “I’ve been silly, huh.” A wistful sigh escapes her lips then as her emeralds trace a bubble in her beer glass, “I really was looking forward to his dango though.”
“...”
Neji and Shikamaru exchange a glance before identical smirks spread across their faces - but Neji turns back to Sakura, a wistful sigh to mirror hers on his lips. He looks as dejected as her for a while before he says suddenly, “It’s a good thing then that we went and bought some for you earlier, as soon as we got back to Konoha.”
The change in her demeanour is almost instantaneous, as she brightens a thousand volts. “You did?”
Shikamaru nods, “It’s on the counter.”
“Let’s go home then!” she slurs out so quickly that it nearly becomes jumbled. In one quick movement, impressively fluid in her semi-drunken state, she grabs hold of her two boys, slams a wad of cash down on the table and rushes out of the vicinity. Neither Neji nor Shikamaru offer any protests as she hauls them out of the bar like two packages - the unhindered delight flirting with her face is enough.
They must be a sight to behold as she barrels down the emptying Konoha streets - a petite, pink haired woman hauling two fully grown men like nothing at all, smiling like a child. Oddly enough, Neji, with his trained Hyuuga pride finds he doesn’t mind the few stares they have gotten so far - her happiness is enough. And Shikamaru, notorious for his laziness, doesn’t mind the extra workout after an exhausting four months - like Neji, her happiness is enough.
And Sakura, leading the pack at a steady pace lets a secretive smile onto her face - dango is good, but what is really good, is her two boys here, sharing it with her.
Characters: Hyuuga Neji & Nara Shikamaru & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: t4p23. amused & 079. surprise
Word Count: 760
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: A little cracky.
Notes: Written for 3_way & lover100 . Prompt tables are here & here.
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“We made it!” Sakura laughs, a slight slur to show for the three empty shot glasses sitting neatly in a pile before her. “Four months! Four months! We’re finally home!”
Despite himself, Neji’s lips quirk up slightly in the corner, a smirk tugging at his face. Beside him, Shikamaru is propped up casually on an elbow, having already lost to the lazy smirk now spreading across his face. Sakura smiles like a child with a sugar lollipop as she swings to pour another shot into each of their respective cups. “Welcome home, boys.”
“You, too, Sakura,” Neji smirks finally, raising his shot in a toast to her words. “To home.”
“To home!” she choruses along with Shikamaru, with the latter in a noticeably lower decibel range. And as the three down another set of shots, they raise more than a few eyebrows around the quaint bar. The sparsely decorated bar is filled densely with civilians, and the faces they recognize in the blurry crowd is minimal enough for the three teammates to feel a satisfactory level of comfort. The ones they do recognize however, know enough to not disturb the three beaming like idiots in the corner booth.
Although each are donning the customary jounin uniform, the summer weather has found them forgoing the black undershirt. The swirl on their biceps is enough for any shinobi in the bar to know not to piss them off - ANBU - they are, after all, the elite of the elite. “Oh!” the cerise haired woman gasps suddenly, a look of momentary epiphany gracing her features. “I can’t believe I forgot! We need to go eat dango! I haven’t had Haruka-san’s dango in so longggg!” she slurs near the end, the determined look falling from her face.
“Haruka-san has probably gone home now, Sakura,’’ Neji points out unceremoniously with a slight arch of his patrician eyebrow.
“But I want dango! Shikamaru wants dango too!”
“Oh?” Shikamaru plays along, twirling a wayward cerise strand lazily. “You must be psychic, Sakura.”
In her drunken stupor, the sarcasm escapes her entirely - for a moment, she even looks triumphant as she turns towards Neji. “See?” she pouts, “You’re the only one that doesn’t see the light.”
“Alright, Shikamaru,” Neji smirks, “Let’s go raid poor Haruka-san’s house, and hold him at kunai point until he cooks some dango for us, shall we?”
“Brilliant idea, Neji.”
Sakura swivels her head slowly between her two boys, and it is another minute before drunken understanding filters across her face. “Hey!” she says, offended - but the offense melts in no time, as an amused laugh fills the air. “I’ve been silly, huh.” A wistful sigh escapes her lips then as her emeralds trace a bubble in her beer glass, “I really was looking forward to his dango though.”
“...”
Neji and Shikamaru exchange a glance before identical smirks spread across their faces - but Neji turns back to Sakura, a wistful sigh to mirror hers on his lips. He looks as dejected as her for a while before he says suddenly, “It’s a good thing then that we went and bought some for you earlier, as soon as we got back to Konoha.”
The change in her demeanour is almost instantaneous, as she brightens a thousand volts. “You did?”
Shikamaru nods, “It’s on the counter.”
“Let’s go home then!” she slurs out so quickly that it nearly becomes jumbled. In one quick movement, impressively fluid in her semi-drunken state, she grabs hold of her two boys, slams a wad of cash down on the table and rushes out of the vicinity. Neither Neji nor Shikamaru offer any protests as she hauls them out of the bar like two packages - the unhindered delight flirting with her face is enough.
They must be a sight to behold as she barrels down the emptying Konoha streets - a petite, pink haired woman hauling two fully grown men like nothing at all, smiling like a child. Oddly enough, Neji, with his trained Hyuuga pride finds he doesn’t mind the few stares they have gotten so far - her happiness is enough. And Shikamaru, notorious for his laziness, doesn’t mind the extra workout after an exhausting four months - like Neji, her happiness is enough.
And Sakura, leading the pack at a steady pace lets a secretive smile onto her face - dango is good, but what is really good, is her two boys here, sharing it with her.