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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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“Uh, Sakura, I don’t think Sasuke likes balloons.”
“I wasn’t looking at those, idiot,” snapped the kunoichi. “I know that Sasuke would rather face a mirror and torture himself with Tsukuyomi than be caught with those… things,” she continued, pointing to the exceedingly girly, heart-shaped pink balloons with fairy wings and shuddering a little at their… girliness. Even Ino, during her younger years, wouldn’t have been caught with those.
The tall blond next to her just scratched his head in response. “Oh,” he muttered. Sakura just shook her had and continued to traverse the labyrinthine paths of the gift shop, looking at several items for the last Uchiha’s twenty-first birthday next week.
The Rookie Nine and Team Guy had taken it upon themselves to prepare a party for the shady ninja who, otherwise, wouldn’t have celebrated his birthday at all, despite Jūgo’s insistence. The gentle, orange-haired giant had become sort of a replacement brother for the brooding sharingan user and the latter even had formal paperwork done to enable Jūgo to use Uchiha as part of his name and live with him in the compound. Given his much better living conditions, the six-foot-eight-inch-tall man’s health improved drastically and was now nearly two hundred and thirty pounds of pure muscle. With a remarkably handsome face, well-built body and a dark past, it wasn’t long before a fan club dedicated to him emerged; one that could match that of his “younger brother.” Thanks to Tsunade’s medical expertise in gene therapy, the tall man could now fully control his transformations, and even while in “killer mode,” he had full access of his mental faculties, so Sasuke didn’t have to worry about him going on a rampage. In return, the hulking man offered his services to the village and had begun formal ninja training some time ago. Though still a chūnin by rank, his fellow ninja knew he could hold his own against some of the village’s top jōnin with his devastating taijutsu.
Surprise parties were out of the question since the ebony-haired jōnin would see this coming from a mile away, so they didn’t bother. Also, it was clear that Sasuke didn’t like parties held outside in restaurants or whatnot, so they decided to hold it in the Uchiha Compound. In the end Sasuke had agreed to a simple dinner with a short program. Chōji, Kiba and Jūgo volunteered to cover the food; Hinata, Neji and Shikamaru, the program.
Sakura grumbled under her breath. ‘Ugh! I should’ve known there’s nothing in this damn shop that Sasuke would like,’ she thought. The salesladies weren’t exactly helpful either since most of them were ogling at her five-foot-ten-inch-tall companion who just had to wear a thin, white muscle shirt and denim shorts that showed off his ripped physique. Annoyed, she turned to him just as they went past the door amidst sighs of disappointment and dreamy farewells and inquired, “Why are you accompanying me again?”
“I had nothing to do,” the whiskered man replied a little too quickly, “And you’re my friend. Am I not allowed hang out with you?”
“Just say it, Naruto.”
The handsome hokage-to-be didn’t respond right away and continued to walk alongside the pink-haired kunoichi. After a while he spoke, “I… Well…”
Sakura stopped and looked her blond teammate, emerald orbs meeting crystal blue ones straight on. “You’re with me because you have no idea what to get Sasuke,” the kunoichi said, “You plan to tag along until I find something suitable and then just offer to give me money to buy it, thereby making it a joint present for the both of us, correct?”
Naruto blinked a couple of times and stared at her for a few moments before putting on a sheepish smile and rubbing the side of his neck.
Sakura sighed. How could she get angry with someone with a smile like that? “Come on. Let’s go to Razor Edge,” she said in a bored drawl as she began to walk towards the said establishment. The tall jōnin was beside her in an instant and they continued in relative silence, at least until they passed by Ichiraku Ramen, which was now a large and successful restaurant, as they rounded the corner. The establishment owed much to Uzumaki Naruto, as his increasing popularity drew in more and more customers. Eventually, they simply had to build a larger place. ‘Having a painfully good-looking hokage-to-be as a big fan of your establishment certainly doesn’t hurt sales,’ Sakura thought. It took her a few moments before she realized that the blond was talking to her, rambling once more about his theory that Ayame, the owner’s daughter, had a crush on him.
The medical-nin huffed, “Oh, get over yourself, Naruto. The girl’s got a boyfriend already. Besides, it’s not like she’d leave him, whom she loves very much, for you. You’re not that good-looking.” She scrutinized the blue-eyed jōnin next to her from head to toe, looked ahead and spoke once more, “Okay, so you are, but that’s not the point. I think it’s just her way of thanking you. You do know that it’s because of your popularity that their small shack turned into that restaurant, right?”
Naruto chuckled a little, his eyes crinkling, and said, “Yeah, I do. I’ve come a long way from that lonesome kid everyone hated, eh?”
The medical-nin found herself smiling as well. This was why she could never get angry with the blond ninja. Despite all the hatred and suffering he had endured in the past at the hands of the village people, his heart held no fury towards them; his was a heart that was pure and true, refusing to be tainted by all the negative elements he had encountered in his over twenty years of existence. By this alone, he was more than worthy to be Rokudaime Hokage.
The pair arrived at Razor Edge after a few minutes. ‘At least the staff here consists mainly of guys and would be of more use to me than those giggling idiots at the gift shop,’ she mused as she heard the small tinkle announcing their arrival to the shop’s staff. This was one of the larger weapon shops in Konoha and, as the name implied, specialized in edged weaponry. The kunoichi scanned the selection available for purchase—kunai, tantō, katana, nodachi, zanbatō, naginata, wakizashi—you name it; the store had it in stock. ‘Tenten loves to shop here,’ Sakura recalled.
‘She must have an orgasm whenever she enters places like these,’ murmured Inner Sakura, giggling a little.
Of course, these were commercial blades and would never even come close to the quality and durability of weapons crafted by skilled smiths, but such weapons were insanely expensive. Actually, the shop had a heavily guarded viewing gallery of such weapons in a special room in the second floor, but she had no intention of going there; at least not presently. The kunoichi was fortunate enough to have received one such weapon, a katana made by a smith from the renowned Sato family, from her liquor-loving mentor. She almost lost consciousness when she heard from Shizune how much it cost.
The pinkette decided to get a katana for Sasuke. He’d mentioned before that he was entertaining the possibility of dual-wielding. She unsheathed one and swung it with expert skill. She frowned, for it seemed a bit unbalanced, being a bit too heavy around two-thirds of the way from the tip of the blade. She placed it back on its sheath, handed it to a staff member who had taken his spot not too far from her and took another one. ‘Hmm, this one’s better,’ she thought after swinging it and examining the blade. She looked at the price tag. “Not bad,” she mumbled, “And I’ll be splitting the bill with Naruto, so it’s even better.” She gestured for a salesman and was promptly attended to. “I’ll take this,” she said to him, “I intend to give it as a present so… I don’t know. Just put a ribbon on it or something.” The man took the katana from her and bowed before disappearing to the room behind the counter.
She searched for her blond companion, who had mysteriously disappeared after entering the establishment. She found him squirming slightly at a corner while being pestered by three salesladies who were offering useless items at him, batting their false eyelashes at him during the process. ‘And to think the guy can take on a whole army by himself, sheesh,’ mused the emerald-eyed beauty, ‘He’s just too darn nice to tell them to buzz off. Those girls are lucky Hinata isn’t with him. They’d be small slivers of meat on the floor if she were.’ She sighed. ‘Well, I suppose it’s time to rescue him.’ She started towards the hunky blond, but stopped short as she caught something at the corner of her eye.
More correctly, it was a someone. The woman had just come down from the VIP gallery upstairs and was carrying what looked like a kodachi. She handed it to one of the sales personnel before idly scooting to a corner and taking a look around with mild interest as the staff processed her purchase.
‘The height, the build, that hair… There’s no question. It’s Kiba’s mom,’ Inner Sakura supplied. Oddly missing was her canine companion, Kuromaru. She wondered whether she should approach the senior kunoichi and greet her. She took a few experimental steps forward but abruptly stopped in mid-step, causing her to lose balance and grasp one of the display racks for support. ‘What if she thinks I’m too forward? What would she think of me? Maybe she’d think I’m an old fling of Kiba’s who can’t let him go and is all clingy!’ she thought, horrified at the thought of being labeled as such. The green-eyed medical-nin continued pondering. ‘Or she might think Kiba got me pregnant or something, and I’m taking steps to force myself into their family. Maybe she—’
“Well, aren’t you going to say hello?”
Sakura snapped out of her musings and her back straightened like an arrow, as if a ninja getting spot-checked by none other than the hokage herself. “Ma’am!” she ejaculated. ‘Should’ve known that a kunoichi of Tsume-san’s caliber would’ve sensed me even from a mile away,’ she mentally berated herself.
Tsume laughed softly and turned around to face the fidgeting pinkette. “Really, why so tense?”
“Er, it’s nothing, Inuzuka-san,” muttered the medical-nin. “Um, where’s Kuromaru?” she said, trying to strike up a conversation.
“Ah, he’s currently enjoying a few steaks,” replied the Inuzuka leader, her voice and face reflecting her annoyance, “I tell you, that blasted dog’s such a spoiled brat these days—too lazy to accompany me, doing nothing but eat, ah!” she rambled. “By the way, Tsume would be fine,” added the clan leader, smirking, “By any other clan’s laws, you would’ve been married to my son a thousand times over already. You and he have certainly humped more than enough times for me to consider you as family.”
The dark-haired woman chuckled as the kunoichi colored brightly at her statement. She silently wondered if Kiba talked to his mom about their activities. ‘Kami, that would be awful,’ she thought, impossibly embarrassed.
“No, he doesn’t talk to me about his… extracurricular activities, if that’s what you’re thinking. He hasn’t told me anything about you two being together, actually,” said Tsume to the mortified Sakura, “His smell’s just all over you, and very thick too, so I just know the you two have been very… busy.”
“Oh, ah, well…” the hokage’s apprentice suddenly found her toes to be very interesting. It was true that she and Kiba have had daily “encounters” ever since his return from his mission. Their “sessions” were far less lengthy compared to their ten-day marathon since the brown-haired jōnin knew Sakura had to attend to her daily hospital duties and that she needed her energy, but these “encounters” certainly didn’t lack in passion and intensity. The mere memories of last night’s coupling made Sakura rub her thighs subconsciously. The corner of the female dog-nin’s mouth twitched.
“Anyway, what’re you doing here with Naruto?” said the Inuzuka lady, shifting her gaze to a wavy-bladed dagger on display. The rose-haired young woman breathed a sigh of relief at the topic shift. Tsume wasn’t about to be the second senior kunoichi that she would divulge her sex life to. “I just came from a meeting with Tsunade and the other clan leaders. I’m quite certain that she said that she had sent a summon for you earlier this morning.”
The medical-nin tilted her head in askance. “Really? That’s weird. I haven’t received any—”
As if on cue, an old-looking and weathered messenger fowl slammed against the shop’s display window, producing a loud bang that startled everyone. The tall blond found this to be the perfect opportunity to escape his “assailants.” Before the three ladies could react, Naruto moved swiftly to exit the shop and examine the incapacitated avian. He crouched over the bird. “Hey, this is one of Shizune-san’s couriers,” he muttered upon examining it, “and that’s the hokage’s seal.” The blond removed the small piece of parchment and examined it. He smiled and stood up.
“Ah, I think that’s it,” said Tsume as she saw Naruto beckoning Sakura, “You’d better get going, then.” The senior kunoichi went to the counter; the green-eyed medical-nin followed suit, as she had business there as well. Sakura’s eyes nearly came out of their sockets as she saw the thick bundle of bills that Tsume pulled out of her wallet to pay for the kodachi she got from the VIP gallery. Sakura was almost a bit ashamed as she pulled a few bills from her own to pay for the katana she got for the sharingan user’s upcoming birthday. The two women got their items and prepared to leave. The medical-nin bowed slightly at the senior ninja while muttering her farewells. A few seconds after Tsume left, she exited the shop as well.
“Here,” said Naruto as he handed Sakura the small piece of paper. “Now, how much do I owe you?” he asked as he looked at the small tag hanging from the end of the handle. “Ah,” he muttered softly before yanking the price tag off and inserting the katana into his right armpit as he rummaged his denim shorts for “Gama-chan.”
‘I wonder how Fukusaku-san and the others feel about him having a wallet made from a dead toad’s hide,” Sakura wondered idly as she bit into her thumb and smeared a small amount of blood across the small scroll’s wax seal, activating it and allowing it to unfold.
Informing Haruno Sakura, kunoichi of Konoha, of Mission Code Number: 2432-7843-22, Code Name: The Second, to be undertaken with one other ninja, also from Konoha. Proceed to the hokage’s office at the Hokage Tower for the briefing at 1000 hours.
Sakura looked at her watch and cursed. “Shit! It’s 10:17 already!” She grabbed the unconscious bird and jumped onto the nearest rooftop while yelling at Naruto to keep the gift for the time being and just pay her later. Following protocol, she used a D-rank katon jutsu to reduce the message to ash. She allowed the black particles to be caught in the wind, dispersing into the warm Konoha sky as she hurried to her mentor’s domain.

Author's Notes: You may notice that I use birthdays a lot. Sadly, aside from blatantly stating the date and your usual description of seasonal changes, there's not a lot one can do to give the readers an idea around what time of the year it is.
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