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Adult +
Chapters:
20
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1,358
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18
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Home Movie 17
A/N: Numero Diecisiete, para ti. And back to fluffy for a minute. There will only be twenty of these, I’ve already decided. I have to focus on finishing my bigger story, and I have tons of ideas for others. There will probably be another ficlet thing at some point, but Home Movies will be done.
And still need a beta. I have someone fielding all my questions and stuff, but I need one badly. And one that doesn’t mind reading fluffy, horror, tragedy, suspense, and the occasional naughtiness. Because I like to think of myself as wide-ranging. Yeah.
This could be read as a sequel to the first one, or not. Drinking was the next step there, but it’s not necessarily a sequel.
Home Movie 17: The Dreaded Sakura
Character: Whole slew of em!
Pairing: Sasusaku, she wishes… or maybe someone else?
Summary: Bubble-gum Sakura returns, in a new way!
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“So yeah, he was like ‘no! too young!’ and it so set me off!”
“Girl, he’s just not good enough if he treats you like that.”
“I know! I know!” Ino laughed at the crazy face Sakura made, grabbing the bottle from her best friend and taking a long swallow.
Sakura pushed her on the shoulder, upsetting the frail balance drunkenness provided the blond. Ino just rolled on the floor, laughing at nothing in particular.
It had been too long since they had a girl’s night, and it was needed. It just so happened that Shikamaru had to work late tonight, leaving the girls trapped at home on one of the coldest nights this winter. So they wrapped up, made a fire, and popped open a few bottles of warming sake, hoping to erase the chill in their lives.
“But seriously,” Ino said, wiping her chin and sitting up to look very serious, “he thinks he’s God’s gift to women, and he’s really not. He’s so old! And not a very good administrator, either.”
“I know, but it would’ve made a certain ex so mad to know I was seen out on a date with Kakashi!”
They giggled. Meanly, one might say.
“What did you ever see in him anyway?”
“Uh, besides hot-man-body? Money, a nice car, and a smirk that could get me to do anything he wanted.”
“Yeah, well…” Ino trailed off, contemplating the hot man body that was her best friend’s ex.
“But, he’s so…”
They thought for a minute, looking at each other.
“Braindead?”
“No, Sakura! Personality-less!”
They giggled, again. Evilly.
“But he was hot.”
“Yeah.”
They sighed, together. The Uchiha men were hot, that was true. But there wasn’t a drop of personality in that gene pool, and the egos could fill the whole world twice over.
“You could always…”
“What, Ino?”
“Go for the other-brother…”
They giggled. Ino’s little dog ran for cover.
Itachi was something to contemplate, if just because he was so much hotter than Sasuke. Whose name was no longer allowed to even be whispered in their presence or much burning at the stake would occur.
“He is hot…”
“Do you have his phone number?”
There was a face off.
Ino lunged for Sakura’s purse at the same time that Sakura did. They had a strict no-drunk-dialing policy, but Ino figured getting Sakura laid and getting revenge all at the same time really made that null and void.
“No!” “No, you!”
They wrestled over Sakura’s little phone, but Sakura soon won the match and sat back, breathing heavily and holding the phone as close to her chest as possible.
Ino flipped her hair over her shoulder, contemplating the best way to retrieve the phone.
“C’mon, Saku-chan…”
“No, Ino-chan…”
They giggled. Psychotically.
“He doesn’t have anyone, does he?”
“Not that I know of…”
They stared at the phone now sitting in Sakura’s hands in her lap. It held all the information they needed, if they only decided to use it.
“Well…”
“Forehead?!”
“Maybe just this once…”
They smiled.
They giggled. Maniacally.
Itachi wouldn’t know what hit him.
And still need a beta. I have someone fielding all my questions and stuff, but I need one badly. And one that doesn’t mind reading fluffy, horror, tragedy, suspense, and the occasional naughtiness. Because I like to think of myself as wide-ranging. Yeah.
This could be read as a sequel to the first one, or not. Drinking was the next step there, but it’s not necessarily a sequel.
Home Movie 17: The Dreaded Sakura
Character: Whole slew of em!
Pairing: Sasusaku, she wishes… or maybe someone else?
Summary: Bubble-gum Sakura returns, in a new way!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“So yeah, he was like ‘no! too young!’ and it so set me off!”
“Girl, he’s just not good enough if he treats you like that.”
“I know! I know!” Ino laughed at the crazy face Sakura made, grabbing the bottle from her best friend and taking a long swallow.
Sakura pushed her on the shoulder, upsetting the frail balance drunkenness provided the blond. Ino just rolled on the floor, laughing at nothing in particular.
It had been too long since they had a girl’s night, and it was needed. It just so happened that Shikamaru had to work late tonight, leaving the girls trapped at home on one of the coldest nights this winter. So they wrapped up, made a fire, and popped open a few bottles of warming sake, hoping to erase the chill in their lives.
“But seriously,” Ino said, wiping her chin and sitting up to look very serious, “he thinks he’s God’s gift to women, and he’s really not. He’s so old! And not a very good administrator, either.”
“I know, but it would’ve made a certain ex so mad to know I was seen out on a date with Kakashi!”
They giggled. Meanly, one might say.
“What did you ever see in him anyway?”
“Uh, besides hot-man-body? Money, a nice car, and a smirk that could get me to do anything he wanted.”
“Yeah, well…” Ino trailed off, contemplating the hot man body that was her best friend’s ex.
“But, he’s so…”
They thought for a minute, looking at each other.
“Braindead?”
“No, Sakura! Personality-less!”
They giggled, again. Evilly.
“But he was hot.”
“Yeah.”
They sighed, together. The Uchiha men were hot, that was true. But there wasn’t a drop of personality in that gene pool, and the egos could fill the whole world twice over.
“You could always…”
“What, Ino?”
“Go for the other-brother…”
They giggled. Ino’s little dog ran for cover.
Itachi was something to contemplate, if just because he was so much hotter than Sasuke. Whose name was no longer allowed to even be whispered in their presence or much burning at the stake would occur.
“He is hot…”
“Do you have his phone number?”
There was a face off.
Ino lunged for Sakura’s purse at the same time that Sakura did. They had a strict no-drunk-dialing policy, but Ino figured getting Sakura laid and getting revenge all at the same time really made that null and void.
“No!” “No, you!”
They wrestled over Sakura’s little phone, but Sakura soon won the match and sat back, breathing heavily and holding the phone as close to her chest as possible.
Ino flipped her hair over her shoulder, contemplating the best way to retrieve the phone.
“C’mon, Saku-chan…”
“No, Ino-chan…”
They giggled. Psychotically.
“He doesn’t have anyone, does he?”
“Not that I know of…”
They stared at the phone now sitting in Sakura’s hands in her lap. It held all the information they needed, if they only decided to use it.
“Well…”
“Forehead?!”
“Maybe just this once…”
They smiled.
They giggled. Maniacally.
Itachi wouldn’t know what hit him.