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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5720 -:- 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
- 4
- 5
- 6
“So let me get this straight—you exploded at him because he prefers to treat you in bed than in a restaurant, seemed overly excited for this S-ranked mission, whatever it is, and for making sure that he doesn’t get you pregnant.”
Haruno Sakura ceased packing for a moment and turned around to give her annoying blonde best friend an angry look. “You’re making it sound like he’s not without fault!” she shot back. “You’re supposed to be on my side, remember?” the pink-haired kunoichi said, calmer this time, as she turned back to the scroll laid out on her bed. Tenten had taught her and the other members of their closely knit group about this packing technique that the weapon specialist employed for her immense collection of deadly devices. This allowed the user to pack a large amount of provisions into a small scroll, allowing for greater mobility and less hassle while traveling.
“Oh, I am, girl,” said the blue-eyed beauty. “I’m trying to make sure that you don’t waste this perfect opportunity to find happiness because you’re just too damn paranoid!”
“Hey! I’m not paranoid!” retorted the emerald-eyed medical-nin, insulted.
“Listen— Oops! Sorry about that,” said Ino, who seated herself on Sakura’s mattress, causing some items to tumble off the scroll due to the unevenness her weight caused. “Not to brag, but having been pursued by so many men has allowed me this sort of talent to see who’s really interested and who’s just interested in my hot booty.”
Sakura rolled her eyes at the blue-eyed ninja. Ino merely giggled. “You think so?” the green-eyed medical nin asked, her tone serious.
“I know so,” replied Ino confidently. She allowed her friend to continue packing, occasionally helping out with the selection process. “Oh, and before I forget,” she suddenly burst out, “What’s up with that sterility thing?” Sakura elegantly raised a pink brow. “Do you want to get pregnant now?”
“Of course not!” Sakura exclaimed, a little too forcefully than she expected herself. “The kami know I still have too much to prove, too much to do. A kid now would be…”
“Then why’d you pummel him about it?”
“Because I don’t know his reason for keeping me blissfully unaware of this ability of his! I certainly haven’t told him about all I have to d— What?” Sakura stopped abruptly as she noticed the knowing smile etched on her friend’s face. She didn’t like it one bit.
‘Well, you do know you’re still not making any sense, right?” mumbled Inner Sakura.
‘Shut it.’
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Ino remarked, still smiling enigmatically, “I just figured you have to get a move on. You have a lot of apologizing to do, remember?”
“I know! Rub it in, will you?” the pinkette said while dumping a few more kunai into the pool of weapons on one part of the scroll. There were two other piles: one for clothes and another for food. She looked at what would be her pathetic menu for the next few days: instant noodles, a few packs of dried nuts, jerky, energy bars. The only thing she liked in the pile was the rather large bag of chocolates. ‘Never before has indulging been so beautifully justified,’ she thought, recalling how Tsunade explained that a bar of chocolate produced more ATP than a sack of potatoes. The kunoichi checked and rechecked everything before finally making a few quick hand seals and laying her hand on the edge of the paper, making the piles disappear into puffs of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the scroll now had nothing but four circular seals that marked where each pile was.
“It was really nice of Tenten to teach us that,” commented Ino. Sakura nodded her concurrence. “Now come on! We don’t want your delectable piece of meat hanging on display for too long. It’s bound to be picked up in the blink of an eye!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sakura drawled as she put the scroll into a slot in her belt. She picked up her heavy-duty sandals and put them on. ‘I may still be confused and somewhat upset, but Kiba certainly deserves an apology for that comment,’ she silently decided. She looked at herself on the mirror one final time before heading for the door, purple-clad friend in tow. She locked the door and double-locked it with a special jutsu that would leave anyone who attempted to sneak or barge in debilitated for life.
The attractive pair walked along the hallway and descended a few flights of stairs in relative silence, occasionally broken by the blonde’s chatter. They came across Kitaro and his wife along the way, the small man immediately flattening himself against the nearest wall and waiting in bated breath as the kunoichi passed him. Sakura snorted. Ino raised a brow in askance. “Long story,” the pink-haired ninja said succinctly, blushing a little at the memory. The blonde gave Sakura one of her “you will tell me when you return or I will etch your ovaries out with a spoon” looks. Sakura sighed and nodded, much to the blue-eyed medical-nin’s jubilation.
Their pupils constricted somewhat as their eyes were bathed in afternoon sunlight. “Oh, do be a dear and tell Naruto that I can’t attend the party,” said Sakura, turning to her lovely friend.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll put some sunshine into that dreadfully somber Uchiha’s life,” Ino replied, pumping her fists in a display of determination. The rose-haired young woman was unable to stifle a small laugh from escaping her lips. She waved her farewell and began to walk towards the gate.
“Oh, and before I forget,” Sakura yelled to Ino, who promptly turned around to face her friend, “Tell Naruto that he doesn’t have to pay me for the gift. I owe him one for not being in the party and leaving the task of cheering up Sasuke to him and you.”
The edge of Ino’s lips curved upwards into a mischievous smile. “I suppose that means you owe me too, doesn’t it?”
Sakura gave the blonde a look of utmost blandness. “I suppose it does,” she said, her voice equally lacking in energy.
“When you return, then.”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
Ino observed the pink-haired woman’s receding form and mumbled to herself, “Now, if only that girl would admit it to herself…” The blonde sighed and turned around. She still had a little over two hours left at the hospital. “And after that…” Yamanaka Ino smiled impishly as she thought of her plans tonight.

“Pulled out from hospital duty again, eh, Sakura!?” yelled Izumo from his spot in the small shack as he spotted the pink-haired kunoichi’s familiar form approaching Konoha’s massive gates. His outburst woke up his ever-present buddy whose upper body was sprawled across the wooden table.
“Huh? Wha?” said Kotetsu, standing up and accidentally knocking down his stool. He quickly produced a kunai and looked around for any signs of danger. Seeing no cause for alarm, he repositioned his seat and searched the table for his Icha Icha novel. “Aw, shit,” he cursed. Izumo tore his gaze from Sakura and looked for what had elicited the response from his friend. Apparently, Kotetsu had unwittingly drooled over his little orange book while he took a nap. Izumo snickered openly, earning him a frown from his bandaged friend. “Now how am I supposed to continue reading this thing? It’s all wet,” Kotetsu muttered miserably, “I’ll have to wait for it to dry. Geez, and just when things were getting, er, interesting.” Izumo rolled his eyes.
“Good afternoon, Kamizuki-san, Hagane-san,” greeted the medical-nin, “What’s the commo— Eww…”
Kotetsu blushed a brilliant shade of red and elbowed the guffawing man beside him hard. “Zip it, Izumo,” he mumbled as he placed the squishy book on a far corner of the table. He got a rag and wiped the small trail that it produced as he moved it. “Going out, eh, Sakura?”
“It’s the third time this year, huh, Sakura?” inquired Izumo, his eyes squinted in concentration as he accessed his memory.
“Well, she’s one of the best junior medical-nin we have, so it’s not at all surprising. I just hope Tsunade-sama doesn’t work you to death, though,” commented Kotetsu.
The pinkette blushed a little at the compliments from Kotetsu and bowed at him graciously. She, then, faced Izumo and answered, “No, just the second, Kamizuki-san. I don’t think the other one counts since it started late last year but just carried over to this year.”
“I see,” Izumo said, “Where to this time?” Sakura remained silent and just smiled back at him. The chūnin understood immediately and whistled. “Oh, it’s that important, eh? Good for you, Sakura!” he cheered. “Do be careful, though. You do know how the danger of a mission increases exponentially with rank,” he added, his face laced with concern.
“I will, Kamizuki-san. Don’t worry.” Sakura looked at her watch. ‘It’s just 2:47 PM. I hope Kiba gets here earlier so we can settle things before the mission starts. Wouldn’t want to start off on the wrong foot,’ she thought as she took a seat in one of the empty stools near the duo. Looking for something to preoccupy herself as she waited, she glanced at the wrinkly orange book at the far corner of the table. “The latest one from Kakashi-san, eh? How is it?”
The bandaged chūnin pondered for a few moments. “It’s so-so.”
“Oh, just say it’s not as hardcore as Jiraiya-sama’s,” muttered Izumo, earning him another elbow to the ribs.
“Stop it, will you!? You’re making me look like a pervert in front of Sakura!”
“Well aren’t you?”
“Of course I’m not!”
Izumo smiled mockingly, “And reading porn in public doesn’t make you one? I swear, the copy-nin’s turning you into a copy of himself.”
Kotetsu snorted.
Sakura observed the best friends argue some more. ‘Ino’s right. It’s like watching a comedy sitcom,’ she thought, amused. After some time, she interrupted and said, “Ah, yes, I do remember Ino telling me Hagane-san’s preferences when it comes to literature.”
Kotetsu colored once more. “Geez, Ino should learn when to shut it…”
“Hey, at least she didn’t tell Sakura about the incident in The Sp—”
Kotetsu’s hands flew with incredible speed and found themselves on Izumo’s mouth. He let out a dreadfully fake guffaw. “Oh, don’t mind him. He’s a little under the weather. Er, w-who’ll be with you in the mission, Sakura?” The green-eyed kunoichi’s brain immediately clicked, and a sly grin formed on her face. Kotetsu’s head dropped upon the realization that Sakura had figured everything out. He removed his hands from Izumo’s mouth and promptly whacked his friend at the back of the head. Izumo whimpered slightly.
“You know, Mitarashi-san said she really impressed with the… roundness and tightness of whatever it was she saw. Of course, people thought she was just imagining things, inebriated as she always is, but it seems it wasn’t a figment of her imagination. Has she been making moves on you, Hagane-san?” Sakura told the blushing man.
“Well… Er…”
The green-eyed woman’s eyes abruptly shifted to someone other than the fidgeting chūnin. “Excuse me for a moment, Hagane-san.” The pinkette stood up and trudged back into the village.
Kotetsu observed the pinkette’s path and figured out immediately who she was to approach. “Tsume-san?” he murmured, confused, “But why?”
Sakura was still within earshot when the chūnin spoke and heard his query. She frowned. ‘See? Even the well-informed ninja of the village don’t know about us! Why do I think he’s not serious? This is just one of the reasons why,’ she thought, an edge present in the voice in her head.
‘And this is solely Kiba’s fault?’ Inner Sakura queried, ‘You haven’t divulged that information out yourself.’
The outer self was about to retort heatedly but was stopped from doing so by the senior kunoichi’s approach. “Ah, so we meet again, eh, Sakura-chan?” spoke the senior kunoichi as she noticed the pink-haired woman’s presence.
“Inuzuka-san,” replied Sakura, bowing in front of the older woman.
One of Tsume’s brows arched and she smirked. “Back to formal speaking terms, eh? That means you and my son aren’t in good terms,” she commented, shaking her head slightly. “Well, you two had better pull your act together for the mission. I can only assume it’s pretty important since he refused to tell me anything more than that it’ll be a mission with just the two of you, and I must tell you, I can be pretty insistent if I wanted to.”
“It is, Inuzuka-san.”
The woman frowned. “I told you to call me Tsume. I insist that you call me that whether you intend to ride my son senseless or if you intend to pummel him into a puddle of goo on the street. I suppose the latter is true at the moment?”
Sakura couldn’t help but smile after that. This was what separated Tsume from the other clan leaders. Tsume was the clan leader of one of the most powerful clans in Konoha and was an extremely powerful kunoichi in her own right, yet she would walk and talk the same way with members of the influential clans as she would with the “average people,” as Hyūga Hiashi usually called them. In many ways, Tsume reminded Sakura of her big-busted mentor. “Of course, Tsume-san,” she found herself saying.
“Hmm, probably an S-rank mission, given the way Kiba’s acting,” the wild-haired woman mused. “Sakura, be a bit more vigilant of my son. Despite having matured over the years, Kiba can still be a tad impulsive. Given the profile of this mission, he might get a little carried away and do stupid things. Hell, he might even use the tattoos and—”
“She doesn’t need to know that, mom.”
Kiba’s deep bass voice cut effectively cut off Tsume. Sakura half-expected Tsume to give the brown-haired male a lump on the head for interrupting her like that. Instead, the clan leader merely nodded, and said, “Of course.” It seemed that Kiba had prevented Tsume from revealing top-secret clan information, so the senior kunoichi actually appeared quite relieved to have been interrupted.
“Shall we?” the dog-nin asked Sakura.
“Yes,” she replied. ‘At least he seems to have cooled off a little,’ she mused.
The two jōnin bid Tsume farewell and started walking to Konoha’s large wooden gates. As they passed by the shack, they also bid their farewells to the two chūnin there. “Hey, Hagane-san! You still owe me those details! You’d better tell me when we come back, got it!?” the pinkette yelled. Kotetsu’s head dropped, a blush discernible on his cheeks despite the bandages present there.
“You do know that we may not return alive, right?” asked the handsome jōnin of the woman beside him, “This is, after all, an S-rank mission.”
“I don’t know about you,” replied the medical-nin with a confident smirk, “but I’m sure I will be back in one piece.”
Kiba retaliated with a smirk of his own.
The dog-nin began to gather chakra at his feet and was about to leap when Sakura asked, “Isn’t Akamaru coming with us?”
One of the onyx-eyed ninja’s brows arched. “Nope. Can’t risk him using accidentally blowing our cover.”
“Of course, of course,” kunoichi replied.
‘Well that was a stupid question,’ Inner Sakura supplied. Sakura mentally shushed her.
The two jōnin gathered chakra at their legs and feet and were soon on their way to the Land of Water. As they leapt from branch to branch, Sakura mustered the courage to speak and began, “Kiba, about earlier…”
Kiba took a few deep breaths. “Not now, Sakura,” he said, “Just… Not now.”

Author's Notes: I decided to post two parts back to back so that we can get to the meat of the subject by the next update. 'til then!
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