Everyone's Crazy 'Bout A Sharp Dressed Man

A/N: Yesterday
was Naruto’s birthday, and I couldn’t let my favorite
boy celebrate without some drabble lovin’. XD

Pairing: class=SpellE>NaruSaku yuri

Disclaimer: I do
not own Naruto, nor can I vouch for my sanity at the
point.

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“Naruto, I need to tell you something.”

The seriousness of her tone immediately caught his
attention, and he couldn’t help but frown. This was not going to be just
another brush off, he knew. She better not have hooked up with fuzzy-brows,
damn it!

“I…” she hesitated then seemed to find a little courage,
enough to quickly blurt out, “I like girls.” Her eyes never did make contact
with his, though.

Hearty laughter was his only reaction until Sakura stood up
from the bench they’d been sharing and started to walk away. “Wait, Sakura-class=SpellE>chan. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?!” She turned on him, eyes blazing, and class=SpellE>Naruto quickly put his hands up in surrender. “I tell you
something that personal, you laugh,
and wonder what’s wrong?!”

“Sakura-chan. Sakura-class=SpellE>chan. Calm down. You misunderstood.” But she
wasn’t listening, and he was about to get a chakra-laden fist to the head if he
didn’t get his point across immediately. “Ah ha!”
His hands formed the required seal and with a ‘poof,’ he was standing is all
his female glory in front of her and every other person walking down the street
right then.

“See? Not a problem.”

Sakura’s eyebrow twitched, but her fist was slowly lowered
back to her side. Yes! He was in.

“Naruto?”

“Yes, Sakura-chan?”
He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he slipped an arm around her
shoulders.

“Put some clothes on, idiot.”