DateMate

A/N: Well the general idea of this (it was supposed to be a oneshot, damnit!) fic is supposed to be like the two last minutes of Naruto-characters blabber in Shippuden's episodes ends. (Yah I am an idiot, talk to the hand)
So let's see how this thing goes.

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Naruto tried to pull away as he impatiently watched the pink haired Chuunin fix his tie, already wanting to get out of the ridiculous dark suit.
"Sakura-chan. Sakura-chaaan." He drawled with a pleading voice, only to be glanced at with glaring eyes. "Saaakura-chaaan." He whined, trying one more time. He felt ridiculous, and he knew with certainty that he looked even worse than the way it felt.

"Keep it quiet, Naruto, I'm almost done." She pulled on the knot to make sure it's tight enough, accidently making Naruto gasp as the cloth wrapped a little bit too hard around his neck, and loosened it accordingly. "There." She smiled and straightened the tie over Naruto's front.

The blond hurried towards the closest mirror and what he saw almost made him shriek. "D-dark. It's dark! And elegant! A-a-and darkAnd it has no pockets!" He turned around to look at his Shinobi friend and grimaced. "Never, in my entire life, I've been forced to wear something so uncool."

Sakura chortled. "That's because you like your usual outfit. And if that's cool, then I need a new definition for the words tasteless and lame."

Naruto pouted at her. "No, because pink is the statement of fashion. Sure." At the glare he received he quickly grinned apologetically at her. "T-that wasn't sarcasm that you were just hearing! Promise!" With her fist of steel, he preferred losing this battle and being lame and alive, than getting punched into a mush. (And might not even survive it. God knows Sakura's fist was not a thing to underestimate.)

Looking again at the mirror, Naruto sighed and flattened the already wrinkles-free tie down his chest. "I can't go out like this. They'd laugh at me."

"Of course they would, you're Naruto in a suit!" She stepped behind him and smirked amused, her head appearing in the reflection in the mirror, right over his shoulder. "I kid. Just go there, do what you have to do, and things would be fine. After all, if they laugh too hard you can always stuff their mouths with Wasabi."

Naruto shivered at the thought. "…you are pure evil, Sakura-chan."

She beamed at the dubious compliment. "Why thank you, Naruto. After all, I am my Shishou's disciple."

He snorted lowely. "That's for sure." He muttered under his breath and sighed deeply. "Okay. I'm ready. I think." He threw a last glance in the mirror, bracing himself, and grabbed the microphone. "Who's first?"

Sakura sat down on the round cutty-stool, her legs spread in the slightest and her hands resting between them as she swung her legs back and forth in the air. "I'm not allowed to tell." She hummed in a playful voice.

Naruto grunted and left the room. He sure as hell hoped there wasn't anyone creepy waiting for him inside one of the rooms. Like that Erro-senin. The next thought made him shiver. Or even worse… that Hebi-freak, Orochimaru.

He grunted in frustration and ruffled his hair with both his hands, grabbing his blond locks and yanking on them harshly. God, please, don't let them bring that creepy crawler into a secluded room with him!

Only God knows what he's done to Sasuke during all these years.


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A/N: Okay, that's it for first part. I think there'd be two more parts. Probably one since I am such a lazy bum. (I actually wrote chapter 2 of 'Under Your Sheets', but since it's on paper and not the computer… well, it'd take some time to type it up.)
Sigh. Well, I will probably post soon. This week. Maybe even tomorrow or the day after, I kinda know where I'm going with this.
Virtual-ly bitch-slap me if I take more than a week, you can do it by Email as well.

Yes, I know it was short. Bear with me.