TraditionsSummary; It's the last night of an incredibly trying year, and all Sakura wants to do is say farewell to the days behind her and welcome the oncoming ones with hope. However, she doesn't have to celebrate alone. Not if Kakashi can help it.Traditions by princezsupastar
"This is by far the best idea we have ever had, Forehead."
Sakura smiled weakly at her best friend, noticing the way the blonde swayed ever so slightly as she spoke. The large, nearly-empty bottle grasped firmly in Ino's hand was a clear indicator that the kunoichi had been drinking, but the pinkette knew that was not her first bottle.
At last count, it was Ino's fourth.
"To be fair, it was mostly your idea." she replied, looking around at the crowded space of their combined living room, dining room and kitchen.
Familiar faces smiled at her from every direction, those of her friends and fellow shinobi as they laughed, talked and drank. All Sakura could do was hope that they didn't mess the place up too much or break anything, especia
Otsukimi--Otsukimi by DirectionOfTime
Otsukimi (Moon-viewing festival)
"But what is it?" The kuniochi asked, for about the fifth time to a distracted though manically grinning Naruto,
"Uh a pum no, a pamku pimpmin..nah, a s-something like that," He waved his hand as though to brush the question aside as he leant down to rest his chin on the table, staring at the thing. Sakura, however, was unimpressed from where she stood beside him, starting at the large, proud looking orange blob. All it needed was its stalk painting yellow and a haitai-ate and it would have done for a mirror (Kami knew it was already the closest thing to there being one in the grubby, Jinchuuriki's apartment).
"Are you sure you didn't cast a jutsu wrong?"
"There's no need for that, hag-face." Sai began, with a disproportionately polite tone of voice, "I believe that it is a form of squash known as a 'Pumpkin'. They are particularly popular during this time of year in Western culture." Sai'
Worth the RiskDisclaimer: I, Lady Sassy Sas, do hereby disclaim all rights to the wonderful world that is Naruto.Worth the Risk by Sassy-Sas
She lay her gun in front of her following the rest of her comrades to the left and right of her. She kept her expression indifferent as they recited the vow of their Order and sat. She wondered why their leader had called this meeting. She looked across the room at the others to see if any of them had an idea. Sasuke met her gaze with his black, stony eyes obviously not going to give anything away whether he knew anything or not.
The blonde next to him also met her eyes but again she was met with a pair of eyes that gave nothing away. Sakura let her gaze travel around the circular table until she was back to her own place. She let her eyes fall to the table in front of her wondering what this meeting was about: had someone died? Was there going to be an induction of a new member? Their buxom blonde leader entered the room, her heels echoing off the walls of the room as s
.:Just A Game~Prologue:..:Just A Game~Prologue:. by Apple12350
Haruno Sakura. A chuunin, top medic and apprentice to the famous Senju Tsunade. Easily identified from her short and bright pink hair and her fiery temper that she inherited from her shishou.
Hatake Kakashi. A jounin, the famous copy-nin, the only shinobi to have a sharigan outside of the Uchiha clan and a former sensei of the extraordinary Team Seven. He is known by many ninjas. His silver grey hair and orange Icha Icha book can be spotted miles away if you knew where and what to look for.
Sakura is naturally a stubborn, happy and a bright person. Always eager to heal the hurt or beat someone who deserved it.
Kakashi…Well, Kakashi is just Kakashi. A lazy, cool and collected shinobi. Not to forget talented and strong as well. Visits the Memorial Stone everyday to talk to his dead teammates and sensei.
After Uzumaki Naruto had left with Jiraiya for his training and Kakashi went on a long term mission, Sakura was
.:Just A Game~Chapter 1:..:Just A Game~Chapter 1:. by Apple12350
Chapter 1: Due Back
Taking off the white cloak stained with red, she pulled off the rubber gloves and threw them in the bin. Turning off the tap after finishing washing her hands. Sitting down behind her desk, she scanned through her schedule. Taking out the pen she had stuck behind her ear, she wrote down and ticked off a few things before setting them down and moving onto the large pile of papers next to her. She found a note on top of the stack.
Finish these papers for me will you? Just some alliance papers. Nothing of importance. It’s not like you have a choice of not doing them anyway. I’ll give you extra time off on your break next time.
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