In All Its Purest Form

I finally think it’s about time to give Naruto and Sakura some love. I decided on a sweet little ficlet for all of my fluff lovers out there that love that warm and fuzzy feeling. I own nothing in this story except for the poem! It took me about fifteen minutes of my mad skills to write, because it had been plaguing my mind for a while. So don’t steal it! Enjoy!

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In All Its Purest Form

Today was October 10th. Everyone in the village was celebrating the defeat of the nine tailed fox today; there were fox piñatas, costumes, and alcohol spread among the adults in the crowds, little kids running happily, having fun at a festival that they did not understand the celebration of.


Everyone talked of the Yondaime, the one who rid Konoha of the foul beast with nine red tails. But those that really knew the story completely were not celebrating; in fact, most of those who knew the truth were in low spirits.


Iruka visited the memorial on this day every year to mourn the loss of his parents. They both died together fighting the beast, and it cost their very lives. Kakashi was not far behind Iruka, visiting the Fourth’s grave, as he was his mentor, and friend, some of the only family he’d ever known. Not only these two, but many visited the memorial on this day, to pay respect to those who unfortunately lost their lives in the line of duty.


Saddest of all, there was not only one hero that sacrificed the most for the good of the village. The one responsible for banishing the Kyuubi, the very one who carries a huge weight on their shoulders and is keeping the town safe from its evil, the even bigger hero than the Yondaime was still alive.


There was a baby born on that fateful night that the village was attacked, and the Yondaime sealed the Kyuubi inside of the child with a seal that would keep the monster in check forever, to perish whenever the child did.


It was Naruto. Today was his eighteenth birthday.


Naruto, from an outsiders view, appeared to be the happiest person in the world, with his wide smiles, his soulful blue eyes, and cheerful disposition, as well as a determined one. He was always reckless, a prankster, oftentimes looking like a grade-a first class idiot. Beneath all that, though, lay something much worse.

Naruto was lonely.


He was shunned, was brutally mistreated, all because of the fox spirit inside of him. The civilians never thought of him as a whole person. They figured that he was the Kyuubi himself, and that he was disgusting and up to no good. He strived to be acknowledged, hungered for attention, and it seemed the only way he could get it was to be an idiot. But that changed drastically since six years ago.


Naruto was one of the most powerful ninja in the village now, and was surrounded by many friends, more than he could have ever imagined. Sasuke was gone, yes, but he still had Kakashi and Sakura.


Oh, how he loved his Sakura-chan.


She’d hit him, and boss him around, but beneath it all, Naruto knew she cared very deeply. He’d sooner take a blow from Sakura’s fist of DOOM than to just give up on her.


She’d grown into a beautiful woman, and the rest of the men of Konoha noticed it as well. She wasn’t slender and sleek like Ino, no. She was curves abound, the very image of what a goddess should look like. Flaring hips, small, pretty feet, and an hourglass figure that would make Aphrodite jealous. She wasn’t quite as heaving as her blond, beyond busty shishou, but she was rather proud of her barely C cups.


She began to dress as Tsunade did (with a little more modesty around the chest area) to honor her sensei, except her jacket was red with black trim, tied with a gold belt, her yukata shirt pink, her pants black. On the back of her jacket was a large black circle, edged with gold, with the kanji ‘Sakura’ on it pressed in gold.


Over the years, Sakura stopped hitting Naruto as much, and became somewhat close friends with the blond fox. Naruto appreciated that he was much closer to Sakura than anyone else, but in all honesty, he wanted to be much, much closer than that.


Naruto always held loving feelings for Sakura, since the first day he saw her. Everyone always made fun of her ‘big forehead’, and Naruto dearly loved her forehead very much. But he was always brushed off by her in favor of Sasuke. Naruto knew that Sasuke was a jerk, so he kept on trying to win her over, trying to make her see how big of a prick Sasuke was, and how that he would treat her so much better. How he would love her and take care of her.


Recently, there had been a few times when he’d woken up in the middle of the night, sweat coursing down his body. The vivid dreams he had made him shiver in pleasure, and he would often have to peel the sticky sheets from his waist and bed and take a nice cold shower to cool his heated skin. Sometimes, even that didn’t work, and he’d give into his fantasies, his hand wrapped around his cock, wishing it were a certain pink-haired beauty giving this kind of attention to him instead.


Time had been kind to Naruto when it came to looks. There was a sneaking suspicion among the higher ups and the Jounin that he was the Fourth’s son, and with good reason. Naruto’s hair grew much longer, and looked exactly like the Fourth’s did. His blue eyes were much more curved, and outlined lightly in black, a trait from being the Kyuubi’s Jinchuuriki. He was the spitting image of the Fourth, and no one could deny it. His whisker markings lengthened with his face, which lost its baby fat a couple of years ago. He realized that he tanned very easily, and was bronzed to perfection. Naruto had quite the fan club, and sometimes it got him into trouble. However, when one knows Naruto, they know he has a one track mind. He never could keep his eyes off of Sakura.


Naruto was sitting on top of the Hokage monument. His birthday had been uneventful, but Sakura and the rest of the friends he had were going to hold a small party for him at Sakura’s house. Nothing big, but it mattered to Naruto. He remembered that all he had for his birthday before was a few bowls of ramen with Iruka-sensei before trudging off to bed to wake up to the same day as before. Now, he at least had something to look forward to.


He decided he would just go home and freshen up a bit…he’d been training beforehand, and didn’t want to go to his own party all stinky and stuff. He hopped over buildings, staying out of sight of the rest of the villagers, for he wanted no scathing remarks to be thrown his way. He climbed through his window, stripping himself of his clothing, his shirt over his head, completely missing the letter with the fox plushie tucked behind it as he walked into the bathroom.


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Earlier…


Sakura wondered how he would take it. She wondered if he would even forgive her. He might blow it off nonchalantly, but Sakura knew she placed a fierce blow on his pride and his feelings. She sat on top of a tall tree, overlooking the training grounds. Her emerald eyes were all-seeing, but also miles away at the same time. She knew she’d done wrong by Naruto, and even though she knew he would bounce back, she knew one day if she’d kept it up, it would end in something nasty. So, she gradually learned to keep her temper in check (when it really mattered) and began to be nicer to Naruto, which seemed to have surprising effects.


Whenever she was nice to him, he always soaked it up like a sponge, grinning as though he’d won a million bucks just by breathing. She realized that the attention she gave to Sasuke, when given to Naruto made it seem like fuel. The better she treated him, the more energy he had. She remembered that Naruto had come home from a really long mission, and he looked like hell had bitten a chunk out of his ass. His eyes were downcast, focused on the ground, his face dirty and his hair mussed. He looked so worn and tired.


She waited at that gate for him, and when his eyes rose, and he saw her standing there with a small smile on her face, he perked up; his eyes glittered, a wide grin threatening to split his face in half. Sakura smiled to herself then. He had a sort of glow about him in those few seconds, his energy levels soaring as he crushed Sakura in a huge hug. She giggled, and mockingly stuck her tongue out at him.


‘You stink Naruto, let’s get you home and into the shower, pronto!’ Naruto grinned even wider, and she wondered if his lower jaw was about to fall off. His eyes were set in his famous foxy squint.

‘Joining me for a quick shower, Sakura-chan? You’ve taken flirting to a whole new level…but I accept!’ Sakura rolled her eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows in obvious suggestion. She’d have to beat Jiraiya senseless for turning Naruto into a pervert later. It was then she really took a look at Naruto, her eyes squinting as if to look for something that she missed. His gorgeous blue eyes looked at her with adorable confusion as she scrutinized him closely. A few seconds later, she made it look like she was checking him for injuries, but she really was just taking a closer look.


Despite him being dirty, smelly, and bloody, he looked handsome.


Sakura felt the late chill of the day sweep in, the leaves on their way to turning different colors. It was always right before things died that they were truly alive, and at their most beautiful. The trees were no exception. Some of them were already orange, or red, even though it were early fall. Her eyes caught the sight of the wind ruffling the trees, watching their contrary movements. The tree moved, but at the same time, it did not, and would not. She closed her eyes, listening to the way the wind played with the leaves, the sound strangely akin to the sounds of the sea. Sakura knew what she had to do. She knew he was tired of her fists, and well, she was always good with words. She would apologize to him with a poem. She jumped out of the trees and began to walk back to her house.


She passed by the people on the street setting up for the festival. In all reality, once she learned what this festival was about, she began to hate it. How could they treat Naruto so cruelly with word of threat and isolation? How could they smile at her when she walked by, giving her all their time of day when Naruto saves their asses everyday just by living? By caring for each and every one of them with his dream of being the Hokage, only to be shunned and put down on sight? Sakura began to cry inside, wondering how he can fight for this country, this village, to wake up with a smile on his face and love in his heart, only to have it thrown back in his face with hiss and biting criticism? Sakura knew she would have Naruto’s back, to treat him how he should be treated, like a damn hero times infinity. She would gladly take a kunai, shuriken or senbon for him. Sakura stopped in her tracks, the people passing her as if she were just a monument statue.


She realized that she loved him.


She wanted to give him everything that the people of Konoha wouldn’t. Companionship and trust. Love. Someone to come home to at the end of the day. She wanted only his most special smiles reserved for her. She wanted him. But she knew she couldn’t have him. She just couldn’t. Lost in her thoughts, she was suddenly plowed over by something that was in a hurry, and her eyes resembled swirls, her mouth open in shock. She heard slight hyperventilation, and felt small hands helping her sit up. She opened her eyes to see the pearly lavender gaze of one Hyuuga heiress.


“Oh, Sakura-chan, are you alright? I didn’t mean to run you over like that…” Hinata looked a bit uneasy, but Sakura shook it off, smiling at the young woman with the best she could plaster on her face at the moment.


“Oh, it’s alright Hinata, I should have been ninja enough to dodge you or something, eh?” Hinata nodded slowly, though her eyes were still trained on Sakura’s face. She tensed a bit.


“Something’s wrong.” She stated flatly, searching into Sakura’s eyes. It was Sakura’s turn to look surprised. She looked back at Hinata, wondering what she was on about, when suddenly she stood up, hauling Sakura to the nearest tea parlor. She had to deliver some urgent news, but figured it had to be delivered on its own. She turned to the young courier she summoned. She placed an envelope in the young man’s hand. Her eyes turned into pearl colored ice. He gulped audibly.


“See to it that this letter gets to the Hokage immediately. Do not attempt to open the letter. I will know if you’ve tried…” Hinata whispered cryptically, emphasis on the word ‘tried’. The young man ran as if hell’s hounds were on the heels of his shoes, and Hinata turned back to Sakura, who looked uneasy. Hinata made sure to sit them in a secluded area of the little parlor.


“You will tell me what ails you or I will force it out of you, Sakura-chan.” She said quietly. She looked worried while she ordered a pot of mint tea. Despite the obvious shyness of the young woman, Hinata was strong where it really mattered. She was a force to be reckoned with if it involved her friends. Miraculously, she stopped her stuttering at every sentence. Now it just happened whenever Kiba embarrassed her with his cheesy acts of chivalry or romance. Hinata took her eyes off of the waitress and trained them back on Sakura.


“Something is bothering you so much that your chakra swirls are chaotic and confused. Do tell me what the matter is.” Hinata waited for an answer. Sakura’s eyes could not meet the heiress’s, so Hinata gently took Sakura’s hand.


“This is about Naruto-kun, isn’t it?” It was more of a statement than an actual question. Sakura’s eyes shot up to hers so fast, Hinata knew she hit the nail on the head. She nodded in understanding. Not able to take any more, Sakura broke out in tears silently, the tremors of her silent sobs felt by those near her. She broke down and spoke her tears falling faster.


“I’ve been such a bitch to him, Hinata! So horrible. Sure, I treat him nicer now, but it’s not enough. I, someone who he was supposed to imminently trust with everything he could imagine, I treated him like the shit the same people who mistreat him are!” Hinata pat the pink haired kunouichi on the back, trying to soothe her enough for her to speak clearly.


“Go on ahead and tell me everything.” She murmured soothingly. The scent of their newly arrived mint tea and Hinata’s soothing hands and words calmed Sakura a bit. She hiccupped. She shook her head sadly, wiping at tears that kept falling.


“I realized that I love him, Hinata. Not in the way that a sister treats a brother, but a woman loves a man. But I do not deserve him at all. I would be such a two timing girl if I tried to love him. I know how much he means to you Hinata. I will not stand in your way.” Sakura wiped the last of her tears away when she heard a strange sound coming from across the table, emitting from Hinata. She was laughing.


She laughed so hard and so loud that some of the patrons of the small café turned to see what all of the ruckus was all about. Hinata wiped a tear from her own eye, but this time out of amusement.


“Surely you must be mistaken, Sakura-chan. I fell out of love with Naruto a long time ago, especially when I noticed that he only had eyes for you. It remains the same, now stronger than ever. He loves you Sakura, and you’re blinding yourself again if you think that he does not. It is so obvious to us. We all know that Naruto smiles the widest when he is in the most pain. His smiles are genuine love, not fake. No one can fake the look you give the one you love. Sure, I may have thought I loved him at one point, but the truth is, I only admired him for the strength he inspired me to gain for myself, nothing more. You should tell him how you feel, Sakura. At least ask for his forgiveness, if you feel that badly about it.” Her eyes rose to the window behind Sakura, her eyes lighting up.

“Kiba-kun is outside waiting for me, will you be fine here?” Hinata still looked a little worried. Sakura nodded, and Hinata laid some money on the table and began to walk away, but stopped abruptly. She turned so half her face could be seen.


“Do not forget to tell him that you love him, Sakura. That, I think, is what he most wants to hear from you.” She turned and left out the door, leaving her money and thoughts with Sakura. Sakura became thoughtful, and brought out a notepad, creating something from her heart to give to Naruto. The words could not have flown from her brain to the paper fast enough.

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Naruto rubbed a towel in his hair, the air blessedly cooler from the nice hot shower he took. He was about to sit on his bed, when something small and red took up a portion of his bed. A fox plushie! It looked to be handmade, with nine tails sprouting out of its behind, a wide foxy grin plastered to its face, sparkling, mischievous blue eyes staring back at him in a squint. There was a black satin collar around its neck, a little red swirl like the one on Naruto’s old jacket on it.

(AN: That little red swirl is called an ‘uzumaki naruto’ because the steamed fish paste swirls that are commonly found in ramen soups are called ‘naruto’, the swirl design itself called the ‘uzumaki’. Neat huh?)


Naruto grinned. Only someone who truly knew what he was would send him something like this. He set the plushie behind the picture he had of Team 7 on his nightstand. It took up most of the nightstand, but he didn’t care. He saw the letter on the bed, and opened it carefully, as not to rip the contents inside. There was no name on it, but it was obviously a poem inside. Naruto’s eyes trailed down the paper. They widened.


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One day you gave your love to me
In all its purest form.

But all I’d given back was hate
And words so full of scorn.

Back then my eyes were clouded up
I couldn’t see the truth,

I gave you fists instead of smiles
My manners were uncouth.

I wanted love where there was none
How foolish I had been,

But now my eyes have seen my faults
I want to try again.

How could I miss your big wide smiles
That brighten up my days?

Or those blue eyes, those gorgeous eyes
Mischievous in their ways?

But most of all how could I miss
The way you cared for me?

Especially the little things
The things that most can’t see?

The way you carried me to town
After a long hard task,

You carried me as if I’d break
As though I were made of glass.

The way you’d greet me happily
No matter where we met,

Despite the countless times denied
You never gave up yet.

I wish that I could reverse time
And fix the damage done,

I’ve no one to blame but myself
Nobody; no, not one.

I have but one request to you
I’m late, as you can see,

But could you try just one more time
And give your love to me?

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Naruto was stunned. Despite himself, tears began to fill his eyes. Was this some kind of prank, or was this for real? The way the words were placed…obviously, this poem came from Sakura. He had not tried to give his love to anyone else but her. He nodded his head. This had to be real. No one would try to pull something like this and not be aware of Sakura’s wrathful temper.


He hurried and pulled on a burnt orange oxford button up tee with a black button up tee open over it, and pulled on some black pants with a chain attaching Mr. Frog (his wallet) in his back pocket. He slipped on his shoes and jumped out his window. It was 6:30, and they were meeting at Sakura’s, and he didn’t want to be late.


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Sakura sat in the café for about a good hour and finished writing the poem. She looked at her watch. It was only one o’clock, and the party began at seven. She was bored.


She got up and walked out of the café, her mind racing. She still had yet to get a gift for her favorite blond loudmouth, as all he showed an interest for was ramen, being Hokage and well (she blushes) herself. She wanted to buy him something personal, something no one else would get him. She frowned. To avoid that, she’d have to make something. Her eyes lit up as she walked by a hobby store. She rushed inside. She knew just what to make him.


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Naruto’s heart swelled as he enthusiastically jumped from building to building. Finally, Sakura realized that he loved her, and was giving him a chance to be the man that Sasuke could not be. This birthday was already the best one he had, and the party hadn’t even started yet!


Sakura’s house was coming into view, and he walked down the side of a building and onto the street so he could properly enter Sakura’s house. He walked up to the house, noticing it was dark and empty. Was he early? He had to be.


“Sakura-chan, are you here?” he felt inside the house, and he could feel her chakra signature going this way and that, far in the back of the house. Her windows were open, so he could clearly hear her yell,


“Oi, Naruto-kun! Just come in, the doors unlocked!” Naruto opened the door, and it was dark. He went to flip on the light switch, and, well; he got the biggest surprise of his life.


“SURPRISE!”


Heh. So cliché.

Naruto beamed as orange and red decorations were strewn everywhere, a large banner proclaiming ‘Happy 18th Birthday, Naruto!’ was hung precariously from one end of the room to the next. A large pile of presents were set on the coffee table, and all around on the floor, since there wasn’t much room. All of his rookie class was there (sans Sasuke) and team Gai was there. Most of the elder Jounin were there, including, but not limited to, Anko, Kakashi, Iruka, Ibiki, Kurenai and all of the rest. Even Konohamaru, Moegi and Udon were there. Naruto was so excited; it was all he could do not to bounce around like a little kid. He looked around for a pink head of hair, and he looked confused.


“Where’s Sakura-chan?” he wondered aloud.


“I’m coming, I’m coming! Here I am!” Sakura came out only after Hinata dragged her out from the back room. Naruto’s eyes widened as his eyes raked down Sakura’s peculiar form.


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Twenty minutes earlier…


“No. Uh-uh. I’m NOT putting that…that THING on. You wouldn’t take me alive!” Sakura screeched as Hinata ran around Sakura’s room, chasing her.


“Oh, but he’ll like it! You’ll be so adorable! I overheard Naruto last Halloween say that he wanted you to wear something like this! I had this custom made! I had to sew those nine tails on it myself!” Hinata pinned Sakura down to her bed. Kiba knocked, walking through the door.


“Whoa, babe, I had no idea you were into this kind of thing…” Hinata blushed, and Sakura looked like a spitting mad cat. Before being torn to pieces, Kiba spoke.

“Um, whatever you’re planning to do, do it fast. I can feel Naruto’s chakra homing in on this house fast. He’ll be here in less than five minutes.” He closed the door, leaving Hinata sitting on top of Sakura victoriously. Sakura huffed.


“You will pay for this Hyuuga. Mark my words.” Sakura shook the little costume in Hinata’s face as she stripped to put it on. As she adjusted the last few pieces, she heard Naruto’s voice calling her.


“Oi, Naruto-kun! Just come in, the doors unlocked!” she yelled, adjusting herself in the mirror. Hinata walked behind her and snapped the little clips sewn to the tails so it looked like her ‘tails’ were curled along her back. Sakura turned to Hinata just in time to get a spritz of perfume launched onto her body.


“Time to go wow a certain blond hunk of man, Sakura-chan!” she giggled as Sakura’s knees shook as she walked outside. The woman could bring down a castle with one well aimed punch, but she couldn’t handle a man on her own. Sheesh! Hinata went to go stir the various pots of different flavored ramen for the party.


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Sakura wore a cute vixen swimsuit. Her hair was artfully arranged over her ears so that the cream colored ones protruding from her head looked genuine. She wore a white bikini top with matching white boy shorts that clung to her in all the right places. There was a black satin collar around her neck, a large, round, silver tag with her name on it in cursive script. She had cream colored paws on her hands, and nine cream colored tails fluffed on her back, a huge black bow tying them together at the base. Her makeup had been done, black eyeliner and mascara, three whisker mark temporary tattoos on each cheek. She didn’t need blush, for her face was already red at the way that Naruto was staring at her. Usually, this was where she would brandish her fist of DOOM, but he had every right to stare. It was his party, and she had done this for him.


Not to say there weren’t any side effects. Like Genma hitting on her right and left, Kakashi having to pull him back before Sakura knocked the teeth out of his head. Or how Gai-sensei had to resuscitate Lee after the biggest nosebleed of the century. Neji and Shino both had intense blushes on their faces when she went up to go say hi to them.


She shook her head as the festivities raged on. Naruto grabbed her arm and took her to the hallway, where he could speak to her in privacy. She allowed herself to be led; she knew he would want to talk about the outfit sooner or later.


“Sakura-chan…thank you. I….you didn’t have to do this for me.” Naruto had his eyes on her face, sincere in his gratitude. Sakura shook her head.


“Naruto, you deserve a party like this every year. If anyone has to feel sorry, it’s me. I was a total bitch to you, and there is absolutely no way I can take back the past. I felt so horrible knowing that I was no better than those people who are outside now, celebrating the festival. Naruto, you’ve endured so much, and you are still the same, loud and boisterous shinobi that I love.” She looked up at him with remorse and hope. Naruto’s cheeks flushed a bit. He shoved his hand in his pocket, taking out a familiar piece of paper to Sakura’s eyes.


“So, it’s true. You did write this, didn’t you?” He smiled shyly, and it made Sakura’s heart flutter. She nodded. Naruto’s heart felt light at her admission. Her eyes became serious; her hand lay on his shoulder.


“I meant every word of that poem, Naruto. Nothing in there is untrue. I really was stupid for loving Sasuke. I really do feel bad at missing the signs of the way you cared for me. I wish I could turn back time and do it all over again. But most of all, I really am asking you if you could give your love to me again.” His heart threatened to soar out of his chest. Nothing and no one could be happier than he was at that second. He buried his face in her neck, his arms wrapped around her tightly, never letting her go.


“Sakura, I’ve never stopped loving you, and offering my love to you. I knew that one day you would return my affections, and I was willing to go through years and years of your wrathful fists in order to have you for my own. At the very least, I wanted you to learn that Sasuke was a complete idiot for turning you away. You are the strongest kunouichi in this village, especially after you’ve surpassed Tsunade-baa-chan. You have always been the most beautiful girl to me, and now, you are even more beautiful than ever. You make me happy when you tell me you love me; you are the most important person in my life, Sakura-chan.” He let back enough so he could look at her face.


He was so close to her. His body was pressed against hers, she now smelled of his cologne, which reminded her of happiness. He was so warm, and his face was close to hers, his eyes telling her everything that she needed to know. She took a hand (paw) and brought his face closer, a serene smile on her face.


“Happy Birthday, Naruto.” They kissed. Just as they began to get into it, a flash, followed by a whirring sound echoed through the hallway. Sakura broke the kiss gently, prying herself out of Naruto’s arms to leap at the culprit who decided to ruin their moment. Naruto laughed. Konohamaru was going to bitch at him later once she caught him and beat him senseless, but he could deal with it. He touched his lips, grinning. Sakura was finally his! He rejoined the party.


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They were inseparable. Wherever Sakura was, Naruto was. They constantly had their hands held, and only let go to eat, open presents, or when one of them had to use the restroom. They sat on the sofa opening gifts, and after he opened the last one, Naruto exclaimed, “I still got the best gift I could ever have right here.” He lifted Sakura’s hand, and she blushed profusely, awws and kissy noises surrounding the new couple. Kura snorted, brandishing her fists. ‘Time to step it up a notch, Sakura. He’s been embarrassing you all night, and even though it’s in a good way, you got to get him back for it!’ Sakura agreed, which is why she replied,


“Naruto-kun, be a good boy, and tonight you‘ll get your real birthday present…” All the men in the room catcalled and wolf-whistled as Naruto’s face turned bright red from what she implied. Ino, Ten-ten and Hinata giggled, their eyes clearly stating that they wanted some details later. They all took a toast for Naruto and Sakura’s newly forged relationship. They were forced to retell past stories of when they were together, and Sakura knew she’d fallen for him the moment he came back from his training with Jiraiya. She just never acted upon it up until now. But everything changed once Naruto told his side of it.


“Yeah, I’ve always loved her. The others made fun of her forehead, I adored it lovingly. Others called her weak, and I knew she just hadn’t reached her potential yet. Both of us were considered the weakest at one point, but now, we are both the strongest shinobi in this village. There will always be those that think we should not be where we are at, but that doesn’t matter. I knew that I loved her, so even if she hit me, I knew she was just confused, and if I did something wrong, she did it out of care for me. I was probably the most trouble when I was younger. But, she stuck by me anyway, and I’m grateful for it.”


Sakura smiled, squeezing Naruto’s hand softly. He looked down at her and smiled such a breathtaking smile. She remembered what Hinata said earlier on that day.


‘No one can fake the look you give the one you love…Do not forget to tell him you love him, Sakura. That, I think, is what he most wants to hear from you.’


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After the party…


People were dragging each other out of Sakura’s house, staggering in their drunken merriment. Sakura made sure to say goodbye to everyone, and announce that she’d be planning next year’s party as well. When the last person waved their goodbyes, Sakura closed the door. Naruto still sat there, fingering the ears that Sakura wore between his fingers, a faint smile plastered to his face. She sighed, and Naruto looked up at her from his seat. She was picking up trash and putting it in bags. Naruto smiled, and grabbed her arm to sit next to him.


“Haven’t you learned anything around me, Sakura-hime?” she blushed at the title she was given. He shook his head and performed the hand seal.


“Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!” at least ten identical copies of himself began to tidy up the place. Sakura smiled, cuddling into Naruto’s embrace. They were silent for a few moments. Naruto broke the silence hesitantly.


“Sakura-chan, would it be too soon for me to ask if I could…if we could….” He trailed, not knowing how to ask her without making it sound perverted. She looked up at him. She had an idea of what he was going to ask, but she wanted to hear him say it, just so she was sure that was what he wanted.


“Hmm? If we could what, Naruto-kun?” His face grew slightly red, and he averted his gaze.


“I want to make love to you, Sakura-chan. I’ve wanted to since…well; since I knew that I loved you.” Sakura blushed. She knew that was what he wanted, but to know he wanted her that way for so long…it made her insides flutter again. But she needed for him to look at her and say it. She took off those gloves, and turned his face to look at hers squarely. Her thumbs brushed the markings on his cheeks, a smile covering her lips.


“I want you to look at me when you say it. Don’t be afraid to tell me to my face, Naruto.” She pressed her forehead against his softly, his long blond strands intermixing with her pink ones. His hands fell to her hips, pulling her onto his lap, only for her to feel the hardness that fell right between her heated thighs. Sakura mewled, and he sat back, looking into her eyes, as promised, running his large hands down her back to her ass.


“Sakura, I want to make love to you.” His hands gripped her hips softly, his eyes pleading and sensuous. The flutter came back yet again. She’d never felt anything this deep for Sasuke. She nodded shyly. This would be her first time with anybody. Naruto stood, helping Sakura up, leading her to her own bedroom. Sakura got the butterflies in her stomach. To say that she was nervous would be an understatement. Naruto felt her unease, and squeezed her hand reassuringly.


“Sakura, I will only go as far as you really want to. We can go as slow as you want, don’t be afraid of messing up or anything, just remember, while we are a couple, that does not mean that you still aren’t my friend.” Naruto shed his clothing at a fair pace. Sakura couldn’t help but to stare at his chest. Naruto laughed at the shocked look of pleasure that was on her face, as if she couldn’t believe that this was what was underneath his clothing.

“Sakura, if it makes you feel better, I could turn around or something…” she shook her head, discarding the strappy sandals Hinata made her wear.


“It’s alright, Naruto. If we are going to do this, it wouldn’t make any sense anyway…” she took down her hair, stretching her arm to her back to get the tails from their place on her bikini strap. Naruto, who was left in his boxers, watched as Sakura walked into her bathroom. He got rid of the last scrap of clothing, glad to be free from all restraints. Sakura came out only to blush, a fire coursing down to settle low in her belly and set her nipples afire. Naruto was naked on her bed, legs crossed languidly, rubbing a hand over his abdomen. Her knees shook, her legs wobbling. She could not take her eyes from the monstrosity that stood at attention nestled between the golden curls between his legs. Naruto’s gaze fell on Sakura, who was a vision of beauty.


Pretty feet were attached to long ivory legs that were seemingly endless. A pink thatch of curls resided between her legs, covering what Naruto considered to be the most beautiful part of a woman. A slightly curved tummy led to beautiful round breasts, tipped with dusky pink nipples. Forgetting to take her ‘collar’ off, it just made her neck look more sleek and slender than before. Her long pink hair trailed to the bottom of her back, a few wisps in her eyes, creating a tousled appearance. Her eyes were plastered on his cock, a slightly horrified look on her face. Naruto stood, breaking the spell he unknowingly cast upon her.


“Remember Sakura…nothing you don’t want to do. We’ll only go as far as you want.” He walked closer to her. Sakura knew that she was nervous. Hell, who wouldn’t be, in this situation? She blew unruly strands of hair out of her face. She needed to relax. She tried to think of something that would make her relax…her eyes widened. She just hoped that Naruto wouldn’t mind.


“Sakura-chan?” he looked puzzled. Sakura walked over to her vanity, and pulled a medium bristled brush from it. She held it out to Naruto.


“I want you to brush my hair. For some reason, it always gets me to relax when someone else does it for me.” Naruto blinked, trying to figure out why she would ask him to do something like this. Then it came to him. She was trying to get used to him being naked around her, so if she had something relaxing to remember their first encounter by, it wouldn’t be so bad the next time. Naruto took the brush from her and sat closely behind her on her bed, his cock pressed up against her back lightly. Sakura’s body threatened to shut down from all the blood pooling in her face.


Sakura melt like putty in his hands as he ran the brush through her hair. Her eyes closed, her head lulling back on her shoulders.


“Mmmmnnn, Naruto…” she purred as he ran the brush through in soft, slow strokes. After a small bit of time passed, and Sakura’s hair was well groomed, she took the brush from him, relaxed, but still shy. She sat really close to him, and he took her small hand in his. He kissed it softly.


“Sakura-chan, I love you.” He said simply, stating it as one of the most obvious facts known to man. She smiled, and wondered why she was so shy around him.


“I love you too, Naruto-kun.” She pulled his face close to hers for a sweet kiss. He pulled Sakura onto his lap to hold her closer as the kiss grew deeper. Sakura gasped when he ran his fingers down her exposed back. He broke from the kiss, and looked down at Sakura amusedly. She was in a light daze. She was currently wondering how ‘Little Naruto’ was going to fit inside of her. He wasn’t so little! She was agonizing over the mechanics of size when Naruto snapped her back to reality.


“See, Sakura-chan? It’s not that bad being in my arms.” Sakura looked up at Naruto apologetically.


“It’s not that it was ever a bad thing, it’s just…I’m nervous. I’ve never…” she trailed. Naruto’s eyes widened a bit, a grin breaking his face.

“Sakura…I’m your first?” ‘Wow, best birthday gift ever. I get the chance to be Sakura’s one and only, dattebayo!’ She nodded, and Naruto set her on the bed gently. He leaned in to kiss her, running a hand down her side.


“I promise to be nothing but gentle to you. There will be some pain, but this is the only time I’d ever willingly hurt you.” He kissed Sakura again, letting gentle hesitant fingers cup Sakura’s breasts. She mewled when his fingers ran over her nipples, making them hard and peaked. Naruto couldn’t believe he was making love to the girl he’d always wanted to be with, so he was determined to do his very best to please her.


Sakura’s hands ran down Naruto’s back as his lips suckled on one of her nipples. She ran her hands in his golden hair, and gasped as she felt his fingers trail slowly to the pink patch of curls, finding them already soaked and slick between his fingers. Naruto’s deep blue eyes darkened in passion as her flushed cheeks gave her away to her embarrassment. Her blush only darkened when he brought those fingers to his lips to suck her essence from his fingers. It was so sexy the way he was contemplating her taste as he licked his fingers dry.


“Hmm, not bad. But I’d like a little more than just a taste…” his lips trailed down her body slowly, making a bee-line for the space between her thighs. His lips tickled on the way down, and Sakura had to giggle. But when he got to his destination, Sakura felt a little weird about Naruto staring at her most intimate of body parts. That was until Naruto’s long tongue darted out to catch the sticky sweet essence caught in the pink curls between her thighs.

Sakura fought the urge to buck up in his face as his tongue gently teased the slit that hid beneath the curls, diving in a little deeper to find her nub. Her hands bunched in the sheets, chest heaving for much needed air. As much as she was pleasure ridden, she could never close her eyes enough to stop looking as Naruto ate her out. She grew a little suspicious, and through her lust filled gazes, Naruto knew he saw her incredulous looks. Naruto shrugged her legs over his broad, tanned shoulders, the pads of his thumbs spreading her wide open to his eyes. Sakura was now too pleasure ridden to care.


“Those Icha-Icha books were good for something, Sakura-chan…” he lowered his tongue deep inside of her, and gave a rather rough lick. Sakura arched involuntarily, and Naruto took this as a good thing. He circled his tongue around her clit, gripping her hips as she tried to buck out of his ministrations. Undecipherable words and moans escaped her lips with ferocity, and due to her inexperience, she was about to come soon. Naruto knew this, and used his thumb to rub her clit, his tongue licking up all of her juices.


Sakura moaned deeply, her body shaking. She was so close…so very close. Then Naruto added a finger, and it was all she could do but not to come. He inserted the second finger, and her moans were becoming whines of incompletion. He added the third finger, and brushed upwards inside of her, and that just about did it. Sakura’s face was set in anguish as she rode his fingers roughly, screaming out his name.

“Ah! NARUTO!!”

It was the best sound to the Jinchuuriki’s ears. He let her ride his fingers, moaning at how her muscles constricted around his fingers trying to squeeze out what would normally be in his cock. Naruto had the grace to whimper himself as her hips twitched with the after-orgasm shocks that ran through her body. She felt him take his fingers out with a wet slurp, and she blushed lightly. He scooped out some of her come, and slicked it along his cock, fully bringing it to its maximum hardness and attention. Sakura moaned as she watched him coat himself with her essence. She lay back as Naruto lifted her leg, and placed it on his shoulder. On his haunches, Naruto guided his cock to her slick entrance, and moaned at the warmth it exuded.


“Sakura, I’m going to move slowly, so you can get used to me. You were barely able to take those three fingers, so taking me in might leave a little less room to spare…” Naruto’s cock easily slid inside of her for the first couple of inches, and then the walls began to narrow in a bit more. Sakura was speechless. It didn’t hurt, but it felt weird and so very good all at once. Naruto was a little more than halfway in when they both felt the interference. Sakura looked up at Naruto, nodding slowly. His face looked apologetic as he pulled out a bit, and then slammed into her. Sakura’s world exploded with visions of pain and dizzy lights around her eyes. She did not cry out, and Naruto was proud of her restraint. However, she did have a rather strong grip on his upper arms, so he tried relaxing her with soothing words. Sakura felt the pain ebb away, to be replaced with a feeling of full urgency and a pulsing, hot need. She slid her hips up to Naruto, only to feel a sweet burst of intense pleasure hit her like a ton of bricks. Her muscles clenched, and Naruto nearly lost it completely.


“I’m ready, Naruto.” Naruto didn’t think twice, he just began moving inside of her. Moans left both of the new lovers, and the senses were just amplifying their pleasure. Naruto could feel her, every part of her, smell her sweet perfume, his cologne, mixed with the smell of sex. Sakura could almost taste what love was like as she heard his moans increase every time she clenched her muscles around him. Their vision was in a cloudy haze, their hips moving in sync with the other. Naruto’s hands cupped her breasts as Sakura’s hands clenched in the sheets below them. Naruto’s eyes turned purple as his canines lengthened substantially. Both of them were so close, they could feel it. Sakura swiftly ground her hips up into his and Naruto howled breaking the rhythm to slam into her repeatedly. Sakura, who apparently liked it rough, the naughty girl, was screaming in happiness at finally getting him to speed up the pace. Several orgasms washed over them, each one better than the last, long ropes of hot semen emptying themselves into Sakura’s womb. His come filled her completely, until it streamed in thick spurts down her thighs and on the bed below them.


Naruto emptied out his last creamy load inside of her, his hips twitching from the aftershocks. Both of them were panting very hard, Sakura edging her hips back and forth to let Naruto’s semi-erect cock stroke the walls of her insides gently. Naruto pulled out, standing up. Sakura thought it was incredibly sexy to see his cock covered with their juices. She went to get up, and all of Naruto’s come was susceptible to gravity, pulling it out of her for it to messily run down her thighs. As gross as it should’ve been, it intrigued Sakura. Naruto laughed.


“Such is the messy business of sex. Come on, let’s take a shower together, Sakura-chan.” Naruto sounded completely satisfied, and a goofy grin was plastered to Sakura’s face as she stared at his backside retreating to the bathroom. Sakura pulled off the soiled sheets, tossing them in the hamper. Naruto grabbed Sakura and dragged her to the shower.

Sakura couldn’t believe how good Naruto looked when he was all wet. Being the horny teenagers they really were, even before being shinobi, Naruto took her again against the cold tile walls. Sakura didn’t seem to mind as he impaled her, wrapping her legs around his waist, bouncing up and down on his cock.


It was a great while before they left the steamy shower, Naruto conjuring a shadow clone to make the bed for them as they dried off. Laughing in post-sex happiness, Naruto shouted to the world. He’d finally made love to his Sakura-chan. Climbing into bed, both of them drifted off to sleep, dreams of each other finally making their rest peaceful.


Good things always come to those who wait.

Owari
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So that's it! Hope you enjoyed it! There is one other one shot featuring our illustrious bugmaster and the ever popular cherry blossom! Also working on the next WMMWJ chapter. Review onegai shimasu!!lol