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Title:
Teamwork 2
Author:
Asuka Kureru
Fandom:
Naruto
Series:
Teamwork - other fics are archived on ffnet (for fics not going over R)
and my homepage (for the NC-17 version)

Pairing: still NaruSasuSaku.(And Kyuubi, sorta. XD) Meaning threesome,
menage a trois even. NOT love triangle. Meaning GAY and STRAIGHT
relationships. Both genres at the same time, sometimes. Can't deal with it?
Sorry for you, but I'm
not changing my story to fit your ideas of what my plot should be.

Warnings: Rated R for Inner Sakura's potty mouth,
some violence and blood, and allusions to previous and future sexual
relationships. NO ACTUAL SEX ON FFNET. Want some,
follow the links in my profile.
Disclaimer: The characters used are the property of Masashi Kishimoto. No money is made by the fic writer, Asuka Kureru. I do not own. You do not hit. Please.
Notes:
Ok, so maybe we're going to see Sakura's parents at some point in the manga. But at the time I'm writing this, we haven't yet,
meaning I get to create them, looks, names and behavior. Joy. : :is lazy: :

Chapter 1: Moving
(Sakura)

"You
are NOT going to be around this monster any longer, Sakura!"

Her
parents had been, as expected, frantic. For a few days, her mother had even
refused to let her out of her sight; she'd had to lie to her to be able to see
Sasuke-kun alone -- something about only authorized ninja being allowed to
visit Sasuke's wing. The fib seemed painfully obvious to her, and she cringed
at the thought that Kakashi-sensei was finally warping her personality just
like he'd warped Naruto and Sasuke.

Haruno Hana already had
difficulties tolerating the risk that her baby daughter would disappear during
a mission --
but to have her disappear in the middle of Konoha, during what had been
supposed to be a calm night out between friends, had been too much.

The
lack of clearance was a great excuse to avoid going into details about what
exactly had gone wrong during Sakura's visit. But the second Sakura found the
moron who had let it slip that the Kyuubi had been involved, she was going to
tear out his liver and stuff it up his nose. The first three days after she
came back had been hard enough when all her mother wanted was to randomly hug
her, but when the fourth day started with an argument over her going back to
her team at the end of the week...

Sakura
tried to talk, but could only produce a bewildered "What?" as reply.
The least she could say was that she was flabbergasted. Hana
had always been reserved about Naruto, but as she was not a ninja and hadn't
seen first-hand the destruction the demon fox had caused, she didn't have for
him the seething hatred Ino's or her other friends'
parents had for him.

Her
mother immediately launched into her argument.

"I
know you're dedicated, Sakura, and I understand that you take things like
clearance seriously, which is why --" her lower lip wobbled, and Sakura
felt awful for lying and hiding things from her -- "why you can't tell me
what he did to you, but Tanaka Megumi said he kidnapped you, and -- she
suggested other things -- horrible things -- and I don't want you around him
any longer!"

Sakura
tried to reply, but her mother wasn't stopping -- she was pouring out
everything at once, everything she must have been thinking during the three
days. Now Sakura understood the worried, "discreet" sidelong looks
better.

"Being
in danger of injury or death during your missions is one thing, and I'm proud
of you for being so brave, even though you give me more white hairs than your
father ever had to his name--"

That
was saying a lot, seeing as her father had been born white-haired, even though
now he was balding quite badly at the top.

"...but
being in constant danger because of your own teammate! That is
unacceptable."

/Shit. Fucking gossips./ She had known it would happen, eventually, but she had hoped it would
take longer. Sakura took her mother's hands, that the older woman was wringing
nervously, and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

"Mom,
calm down. I don't know what you heard, but it was nonsense. The whole thing
was a misunderstanding. Naruto..."

Her
mother shook her head in denial, almost unraveling her heavy chignon of graying
red hair. "That thing --I heard
-- I wish you would just tell me! I understand how loyal you can be to your
teammates, and I understand that you've always been afraid to be rejected by
the ninjas -- I never stopped you when you decided you wanted to be one as
well, never! But you're taking this solidarity too far. If he hurt you, then
you are going to change teams, or you are going to stop being a ninja."

"But
he didn't hurt me!!" Sakura protested, letting go of her mother's hands.
"And that's not even what you mean, is it? Why can't YOU tell me what you
believe he's done?"

Her
mother's lower lip wobbled, and Sakura fought not to
wrap her in her arms. She was making her mother cry. She hated it.

"I
hear he r-raped-- oh, god, Sakura!"

/It's not rape when there's
consent,/
Inner Sakura muttered back, but Sakura had more sense than to blurt it out like
that.

"He
most certainly did not! If he had, I'd be trying to kill him right now, I would certainly not protect him!"

Apparently
alluding to her willingness to kill people who wronged her wasn't the way to
reassure her mother.

"My
baby girl..."

"Mom,
I'm seventeen, and I've been a ninja since I was twelve. I'm not a baby
anymore." Half her age-mates were living on their own by now; the ones who
belonged to a large clan, like Hinata, Neji and Kiba,
had moved to independent rooms. By ninja standards, she was an adult.

But
by civilian standards, she was still a kid. Sometimes she loved it -- it was
good not to have so many responsibilities, and she liked being her mother's
baby girl, liked going to buy pretty dresses with her and having her play with
her hair and watching her cook treats -- but sometimes, when she wanted to give
her opinion on things like politics or the level of freedom she could claim, it
stifled her.

"Sometimes,
I think you want to prove how mature you are too hard. You ARE mature for your
age, Sakura -- but you're still underage."

"Not
by shinobi law," she countered sharply. Shinobi were legally under the responsibility and guidance
of their parents until they turned fourteen or became chuunin, whichever came
first. After that, it was traditional that they continue to defer to their
parents as long as they lived under their roof, but if they wanted to move out,
no one could officially stop them. Sakura didn't want to move out -- but she
was pretty sure that if she'd been allowed to go through the exams again, she
would have passed by now, which made her twice adult.

"The
shinobi law is ridiculous -- how many of the genius
children were allowed to climb through the ranks and killed and killed until
they broke or went crazy ? It doesn't let children be
children -- it only cares about ability, not emotional maturity, so don't use
it as an excuse!"

/... damn, that was a good one,/ Inner Sakura muttered, annoyed at being forced to concede that point.

"...
So you mean that at seventeen, I'm not emotionally mature enough to know better
than to engage in an abusive relationship? Believe me, mom, if Naruto dared to
treat me wrong, I'd beat him up so bad his grandchildren would feel it!"

A
thought came at her like a kick to the chest and her breath hitched. Our grandchildren.

Hana's eyes were narrowed in righteous indignation.
"Maybe you don't realize it, Sakura, but he's probably not as nice --
Sakura? Are you okay?"

"...
I'm fine," she replied, voice wavering. She'd probably paled slightly. It
was just -- just the reminder that -- god. She lifted a hand to her stomach,
fancying that she could feel the little spark of warmth inside her, and
fearing/hoping/wondering.

Her baby. Naruto's baby.
Maybe. Maybe.

She
understood her mother's fears, but she didn't want to hear her badmouth him.
She just -- couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand anyone
badmouthing Naruto, stubborn, faithful, chivalrous, silly Naruto, without even
knowing him. Her Naruto. Her
boy. Hers.

"Don't.
You don't know him. He's sweet and funny and silly. He's risked his life to
save me countless times. He's always protected me, cheered me on, smiled at me. Don't. Just don't. You don't know him. He's not the fucking fox!"

Hana jerked back, startled and visibly stung. Sakura
allowed herself a second to feel guilty.

"Sorry
-- but he's not, mom. I know you
think you know better, but you don't know
him at all. He's the fox's container, NOT the fox -- and I know people say
it corrupted him, but how many of these people actually talked with him? Even just once? Why don't you stop listening to gossip for
once and actually trust your daughter to know someone she's lived alongside for
over five years?"

Her
voice had turned pleading at the end, but then she was feeling pretty
desperate. She hadn't inherited her stubbornness from her father, that was for
sure, and the way Hana was scowling...

"Mind
your tone and language, young lady."

Sakura
winced and lowered her head. She didn't feel that chastened, but she didn't
want to aggravate her mother now.

"You're
too close. I can't expect you to be objective."

"Oh,
because YOU are?!" she lashed back, incensed. Now THAT was grossly unfair!

"Maybe
not," Hana replied just as quickly as her, "but
how can you expect me to be? This is about my baby daughter's safety!"

"I'm
NOT A BABY ANYMORE!!" she yelled, slamming her fist on the table.

The
wood cracked under her knuckles.

Her
mother stared as the table fell to the ground in two pieces, a plate landing on
Sakura's foot and rolling off to crack against the wall. "... That's it.
Go to your room. We'll talk later, when you're ready to be reasonable."

"Don't
you mean, 'when you're ready to admit that I'm right and you're wrong'?"
Sakura replied, shoving her anger down forcefully and leaving only cold control
behind. She would not convince her mother that she was mature by throwing
temper tantrums, but neither was she disposed to let her believe that Sakura
obeyed her for any other reason than because she wanted to.

Hana looked about to suffocate from astonishment and
anger. "Sakura--"

"No.
We are going to talk, calmly and reasonably, and you will not guilt me into
acting like a chastened child. We are going to list the things that trouble
you, then we will talk about them until they don't
anymore, and then -- I have some things I have to tell you too, but I am not
saying anything until you're ready to listen and try to understand."

Now, her mother was suffocating.
"Chastened -- reasonably -- READY TO UNDERSTAND?!"

Sakura
felt a flush of anger rise to her forehead and took a deep breath, then
another.

"I
refuse to 'try to understand' why you put this -- this monster over your family!"

"BECAUSE HE IS
FAMILY!! He's--"

Sakura
noticed with horror that her mother's wide-eyed stare was fixed on the hand
that was protectively splayed over her belly. "Uh.
I didn't mean it like that..." she attempted, but Hana
was clearly not listening.

"Oh god. He did. He did rape you."

"It
wasn't rape, mom," she said softly.

Haruno Hana sat down on the
closest chair heavily, her grey-blue eyes painfully wide.

"...
my little girl..."

Her
breath hitched. Sakura's control vanished. "Oh, mom -- don't, don't cry,
it's not that horrible, really! You -- you're going to be a grandma, and okay
it's a bit early, and you're still young -- but -- don't cry, please!"

She
reached out, hesitated, then decided to hell with it and hugged her mother
tightly. Hana was still for a few seconds, but then
she was clinging back and sobbing, babbling words that Sakura had a hard time
understanding. Hearing her mother cry, even without knowing that it was all her
fault, was horrible, just plain horrible.

"Shh, mom, mommy, calm down, everything's going to be okay,
I promise -- everything's going to be fine -- just breathe, okay? Just
breathe."

"Fine? Fine? I
don't -- I can't -- my baby, pregnant -- Kyuubi no Youko..."

She
pursed her lips slightly -- it was that or letting them quiver -- and slowly
let go.

"I've
already seen Hokage-sama about it -- that's partly
why it took so long for me to come back. She's going to keep an eye on the
baby, make sure it grows up right. But barring an accident, he should be
normal. Just a normal baby, mom."

"H-hokage-sama?"

"...
yes... she was understandably worried too, but she made sure that Naruto's ...
ah, tenant shouldn't interfere." /...too
much, you mean. Because he's already interfering./
She couldn't tell her mother that if she wanted her to calm down, though.

Hana seemed mollified for a few seconds, then took a deep
breath and straightened her shoulders. "He's still what he is, and don't
you tell me there's no danger at all. People hate him -- they might hate you,
too. Even if you don't tell anyone who's the father -- my daughter, having a
child alone! It's going to be so hard for you, and ... Maybe you
should..."

"Get
rid of the child? I thought about it. I couldn't. I just couldn't."

"But
it's been -- how long?"

"A
week," she whispered. Just a week. So short a time for her world to change so drastically.

It
hurt to see the naked hope in her eyes. "Then you may yet change your
mind! Think about it, more than that, Sakura!"

She
decided not to reply that it was too late, way too late -- that the child was
anchored to her and it would kill her to abort... literally. "I will. But
don't hope for too much."

"Even
if he was a normal boy, he's
seventeen -- no boy I know wants to be a father so early. He'll abandon you, or
he just won't be able to deal -- you'll be alone!"

Sakura
shook her head, slowly. If there was one thing she believed in, it was that
being alone was not going to happen. "... he
loves me. He really does. He'd -- he'd die for me." That didn't have as
much to do with being her significant other than it had to do with being her
teammate, but her mother would never understand what it meant to fight and kill
and save people and each other together, day after day after day -- sometimes
she thought even romantic, soulmates-love straight
from a novel could never compare to the solidity, the depth of the bond you
developed with the ones who guarded your back. "He'd do anything -- and
he'll be a great dad -- maybe not very conventional, but caring and attentive
and mom, please,
don't cry..."

Her
mother was wiping her tears, biting her lip. She was shaking her head,
unconsciously, denying what Sakura was saying. It hurt. "I thought -- I
thought you were in love with that other boy -- that Sasuke!"

Sakura
was silent for a few seconds. "I was. I am."

"Then
why are you locking yourself in a relationship with someone who, as far as I
know, is just a friend? If you love someone else?
You're not going to be happy, Sakura -- and you have to think of what people
will say, how they will treat you -- it will only make it worse..."

Sakura
bit her lip. "... I love Naruto... I really do. But -- Sasuke..." How
could she tell her? How could she explain? /Mom,
your cute little daughter is a greedy slut./ No,
she had a feeling that wouldn't work. "It's... complicated..."

Her
mother's voice broke. "Then explain! Explain so I can understand, because
I don't, I don't understand and I want to!"

"If
you don't even understand that Naruto loves me, you're not going to understand
the rest!" she snapped back, swallowing tears. "He's one of the best
things that ever happened to me -- you don't have a clue how it feels to have
someone accept you, cherish you that unconditionally--" Her mother
couldn't have a clue, because Sakura herself barely understood it, barely realized
the depth of the gift. But she knew enough to treasure it.

She
choked on a sob, closed her eyes not to see her mother doing the same. Some
part of her had hoped that her mother would be happy for her. Objectively she'd
known that it was stupid -- she hadn't even been happy for herself at first;
even now she wasn't sure she entirely was -- and that even in the best of
conditions it would probably take months for her parents to fully understand
and accept her new situation -- and this situation was so far from good, it
could only get worse if her mother learned about the threesome.

"Can
you accept? I don't ask you to understand, but can you accept?"

"Do
you know what you're asking? Accept that my daughter is -- is -- with THAT mons-- that boy
-- and pregnant, and you're barely seventeen --"

Her
mother was not ready to listen. And she still thought that Naruto was a
monster. Naruto was not a monster. He was a brat, and a bother sometimes, but
not a monster. Sakura closed her eyes. Then calmly, she stepped back and bowed
to Hana. Then she turned away and went to her
bedroom.

"...
Sakura? What are you doing?" Her mother was
hovering behind her, wringing her hands, eyes wide.

She
grabbed her emergency pack from under the bed and shouldered it, eyes
shuttered. "I'm giving us space. Space to breathe and
think. I don't -- I can't -- if I say anything more, or you do, then --
I love you, mom. I love dad too. We'll talk later. Promise."

Before
Hana could add anything, before she could reply,
Sakura had disappeared.

+

Her
steps had directed her exactly where she always went when things got bad, but
she didn't notice until her hand landed on the door of the Yamanaka flower
shop. Ino wasn't in sight at first, and realizing that she may very well be on
a mission, Sakura suddenly felt like crying right in the middle of the street.

"Welcome,
how may I help you -- ah, it's you, forehead-girl." Emerging from the
back, Ino was wearing a dirty apron and wiping her hands on a rag, a bunch of
flowers that Sakura didn't feel like identifying under her arm.

"Ino..."
With faint horror, she heard herself choke; two seconds later the bunch had
been abandoned on the counter, the little plaque indicating the shop's opening
hours had been turned and she was being pulled to the backyard and the
greenhouse.

"Okay,
spill." Ino pushed her until she sat on a bench in the corner, crossed her
arms on her chest and waited. Sakura breathed in the smell of the flowers
spilling over the sitting spot, trying to calm down.

"I
fought with mom." She lowered her head; both her hands were fisted in her
lap.

Ino
argued with her father about every other day; huge rows that contained
screaming and throwing things and sometimes an amazing array of ninja skills,
and brought all the neighbors to the windows to watch the neverending
Yamanaka drama. But it was very different; Sakura almost never did more with
her parents than exchange a few annoyed comments -- which were usually enough
to worry her to death, seeing as her parents were not the arguing sort at all.

"Wow.
Must have been a bad one. What was it about?"

"I
-- I... Ino... I don't know w-what I can say..."

Belatedly,
she was remembering that there was a fairly good chance Ino would not be happy
to learn that Sakura had snagged Sasuke for herself, and she wasn't sure how
the blonde would react to learning that the shyer, more traditional Sakura had
managed to get herself in a threesome. And there was the Kyuubi problem... what
was she going to think of her now?

"What's
your level of clearance?" she whispered. It was probably higher than hers;
Ino was a chuunin. But she wasn't sure it was enough.

"Whoa there. If it's village business, then you
might be better off not telling me."

"It's
-- okay, not telling details. But -- Okay." She took a deep breath, then
another -- then yet another. Ino was looking worried. "It's -- something
happened the other evening with Sasuke-kun and Naruto and I'm pregnant."

Okay,
maybe that was a lot to blurt out in one go. Ino seemed to need a while to
digest that one.

"Uh. Okay. Just so we're clear,
Sasuke-kun and Naruto are related to the reason why you're pregnant?"

Sakura
couldn't help but laugh, even if it sounded more like a sob. "Rather,
yes."

"So. That sort of related. Yeah, I. Wow. Crap. Wait-- not
that I think it's inherently bad that they were but -- wait wait
wait, which one of them?"

Sakura
whimpered and curled up, hiding in her hands. Her face was burning.

Ino
didn't move for a few seconds, her breath just a bit too fast, and then she
reached out and tentatively touched her shoulder.

"...
I... Don't know," Sakura admitted, so softly she wasn't sure she'd
actually said anything.

Ino
squeezed her shoulder softly. "Okay, okay. I'm guessing there was a good
reason -- I mean, I know you, Sakura." Her tone turned from shell-shocked
but hiding it into falsely snide and she nudged her gently. "Your forehead
is way too huge and your breasts way too small to reel in two men at once. You vile temptress, you."

Sakura
couldn't help it, she laughed. Sobbed a little, but mostly laughed.

"Hey,
wait a sec. You had sex with Sasuke-kun!! You bitch."

Sakura
flinched.

"Was
he any good?"

"Ino!"

Ino
was tapping her chin with her finger mock-thoughtfully. "Yeah, well, most pretty
boys think their looks will be enough for everything, but alas, I have learned
it doesn't compensate for bad skills--"

Sakura
whimpered and put her hands on her ears firmly. Ino smirked at her, tugging on
her wrists until she let go.

"More
seriously... I'm... a little jealous. Wait, scratch
that, a lot jealous. But... sure, I still like him, but... you love him, don't
you?"

Sakura
nodded, looking down at her knees.

"Then
I'm happy for you. And we're going to spar tomorrow, and this time I will kick
your ass."

"Heh. You can try,
Ino-pig."

Ino
seemed worried suddenly. "Uh -- unless it was just sex?
It wasn't --"

"Oh, no. We're... well, together. Sort of. I guess."

Ino's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You guess?"

"Okay,
okay. We're together, but -- it's not as simple as that."

"...
because you don't know who's the father?"

"No...
I..." She took a deep breath. "He -- he offered. He's going to
m-marry me. I'll be an Uchiha. Uchiha Sakura. That sounds weird, doesn't
it?"

Slowly,
Ino sat down on the ground, her eyes empty. Then she shook her head, and looked
up. Sakura gave her a worried look, but Ino refused to talk about what was
bothering her.

"I...
see. But what if it's Naruto?"

Sakura
played with a lock of pink hair nervously. Ino hadn't joked back; the marriage
proposal must have shaken her rather badly. "Well... Officially -- it
can't happen. Too much trouble. But... well,
unofficially, there's a good chance it's him." She took a deep breath and
continued. "You see, Naruto has this -- this problem that makes everyone
old enough to remember fear and hate him -- I would tell you more but yeah, the
clearance problem ... I can just tell you that it's like a bloodline, and it's
potentially very dangerous, and my mom is already freaking out and I haven't
even told her about Sasuke yet!"

"Yeah,
I see the problem. She'd be happier just knowing that you're marrying
Sasuke..."

"I
already told her about me and Naruto. I'm not going to hide him," Sakura
growled, scowling.

Ino
blinked at her, visibly surprised by her protective response.

"You
mean... it wasn't a one-time thing then."

Sakura
swallowed nervously. She should have explained better. There was a difference
between having sex with Naruto by accident, and dating him. Maybe Ino ...

"Hey,
I'm not saying I was expecting it, but you know him better than me, and if you
like him, then I say good for you. I just... I didn't know you liked him,
that's all," Ino finished awkwardly.

Sakura
lowered her head, hiding behind her hair. "I... it's
weird. He was just -- just my friend, you know, I didn't even see him like that
-- and now, with everything that's happened... it's just so weird."

"Oh,
I get it. Before, he was just a boy, and now he's a boy."

Ino
was leering. Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Something
like that, yes. I mean, he's still silly and noisy and
a glutton, but ... but when he caresses my hair -- or when he smiles at me... I
don't know, I feel so weird inside, because he's still Naruto, one of my
teammates, someone I've known for years, and yet... And yet there's a whole
side of him I didn't know... and he loves me, Ino, he loves me so much and I
don't know what to do..."

She
realized she was sobbing quietly when Ino enveloped her in a hug, rubbing her
back gently.

"Okay,
I'm kind of confused," she commented in a soft, soothing tone. "We're
going to go over it again, to sort out the details. Okay?"

Sakura
nodded, sniffling.

"So
you and Sasuke-kun and Naruto ... had a wild passionate orgy."

Sakura
elbowed her friend, but didn't deny it.

"Then
you got pregnant. Then Sasuke, being his handsome and regal self, proposes to
m-marry you. How do you feel about that? Just that bit."

Sakura
registered the hesitation and gave her friend a worried glance, but she was
smiling with determination; she would not talk about it just yet. Sakura took a
minute to think. "I'm... happy. Deliriously happy.
I'm scared too -- that he's only doing it out of duty. That would be worse than
being a single mother. I know he tolerates me, even has a sort of affection for
me, but he's so uncommunicative..."

"Right,
so at some point you need to sit on him and make him tell you out loud. Then
you'll be sure. Now about Naruto. How did he take
it?" she asked, frowning slightly.

"Oh
-- he wasn't jealous at all. Because -- you know... it's
Sasuke, and... it's Sasuke." Sakura tried finding
a better explanation, but it was difficult, because for her, it made perfect
sense.

"And
Sasuke, was he jealous?"

Sakura
bit her lip. "No." She disliked herself for being bothered by that
point, when she was relieved that Naruto wasn't jealous. One part of her would
have been thrilled to see Sasuke getting possessive of her. But what bothered her the most was that her first thought had been, 'no,
Sasuke hasn't been jealous of me'.

"And
now, who's with who?"

Sakura
winced and took a deep breath. She was pretty sure Ino had guessed, but it was
the first time she was going to actually say it.

"Us. The three of
us."

It
was actually pretty liberating to say it. "We're together, Sasuke-kun,
Naruto and me. They're -- my boyfriends."

She
met Ino's eyes, and started giggling. She had said
it, and it didn't sound particularly depraved, and Ino hadn't jumped on her
feet to tell her in detail how perverted and immoral she was. And the sky
hadn't fallen on her head.

"...
congrats, I guess."

Immediately,
Sakura felt her giddy laughter die. Ino had sounded... weird. As if she was
gamely pretending to be happy.

"What's
wrong?" she asked, worried. Maybe Ino was disgusted finally, and was just
too good a friend to tell her openly...

"It's
just -- it's the end of an era, you know?" Ino replied, a slightly forced
smile on her lips.

She
still looked sort of ... almost hurt, and uncertain; Sakura didn't like that.
She took her friend's hand and squeezed gently. "Ino-chan?"

"Naw, it's nothing, I just -- I figured he...
maybe he... didn't swing that way. Since we never heard of him ever dating...
And now he's ready to share you with another guy. Just so he can have you.
Just... wow."

Sakura
bit her lip not to blurt out her thoughts about that side of the problem. There
was already a lot for Ino to deal with. She wasn't going to start babbling
about the faint niggling worry that it was more about her sharing Sasuke with
Naruto, about Sasuke humoring her because Naruto wanted her in.

"...I
don't even like him so much anymore. I mean, sure he's handsome and mysterious
and all that, but. I mean, he's a prick too -- and he almost got Chouji and Shika killed."

They
fell silent for a minute. By a wordless agreement, Sasuke's almost-betrayal was
usually ignored.

"So,
no, I don't like him like that anymore. But it's still a bit weird. To be frank... I never thought that either of us would ever
have him -- it was almost more of a thing to bond over, in a really twisted way
-- see what I mean?"

Sakura
winced and nodded.

"But
you did it. You got him. You won."
Now Ino looked annoyed. "I demand a rematch."

Sakura
started to laugh. "You already scheduled a fight for tomorrow, Ino-pig. So
unless you mean we should fight over Shikamaru or something..."

"Hell no. Look at Shika
and die. Your harem's already big enough."

"Aha,
so--"

"NO.
I am NOT possessive of my teammate. It doesn't mean anything -- stop laughing
at me, forehead-girl!" Huffing, Ino poked her in the ribs. "What do
you plan to do then? Go live with them?"

Sakura
was a bit startled by the change of subject, but she was now relaxed enough
that thinking of such things didn't panic her anymore. Or not
a lot anyway.

"I
don't think so. I mean -- we're okay, but -- it's so new and I'm so confused
and it's so complicated -- it's moving so fast, Ino... I just -- I need somewhere...
neutral, you see? Where I can calm down and think things through -- and where
my mother can't think I'm choosing Naruto over her. You see?"

"But,
don't you want to see him?
Them?"

She
tugged on a lock of her hair guiltily. "...Not especially -- not now, I'm
tired, I don't know what to say..."

"But
they should know about your mom. And maybe you'll feel better if you get to
spend some time with them."

"... not yet."

Ino
sighed, then shrugged. "Okay. You can stay at my
place. No problem. And I'll even drop your parents a note so they don't worry.
'kay?"

Sakura
hugged her, tight. "...thank you, Ino. I don't know what I'd do without
you."

"Oh,
you'd probably mope and make a mess of things. Just like now, except way worse.
Good thing I'm so dedicated." She winked teasingly, and Sakura relaxed
enough to crack a small smile. "Besides, this isn't going to be
free."

"Oh
-- I'll help out at the shop, of course..."

"I
was thinking of another sort of currency, forehead-girl."

"Eh?"
She knew what Naruto would have thought of such a direct line; she squirmed and
prayed for her blush not to show.

"Details! I want details. Juicy
details."

Sakura
started to blush.

"So,
how are they in bed? Any good? And the rear view? You
have to tell me everything about the rear view-- tight, shapely, muscled? Who's got the biggest--"

"INO!!"
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