An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An adorable little child from the newest entrant batch to the academy gave her a single long-stemmed rose, obviously proud of herself for being given and complete, her first mission.
She had to admit, the second time was romantic.
She was guest lecturing at the graduating batch at the academy about medical jutsus and then at the of the day, when they were submitting their reaction papers one by one before leaving the classroom, she noticed the tiny stick-on note on each paper and she realized that they were submitting by a certain order. The last student’s note had a “you did well today, Sakura-sensei” written on it and a box of her favorite dango.
The third time was sweet as it was ridiculous.
“What in the Hokages’ names is the meaning of this?” she asked the three genin proudly presenting her obviously tidied apartment, with a steaming hot dinner prepared on her table to boot. “And how the hell did you even get in?”
Her eyes narrowed at the broken lock of her window. Though she already had a fairly good idea of the mastermind, she tested the seal she had originally placed in there and knew immediately which of her idiotic usual house breakers taught the three genin the unlocking jutsu.
“One last message: report can wait tomorrow,” the boy with the droopy eyes said and turned around. The other boy of the team followed suit.
“And he said, ‘welcome home!’” the energetic orange-haired girl quipped then respectfully bowed before catching up to her teammates.
The fourth time was funny though she did not have the energy to laugh.
“I think this might be worse than chasing Tora the cat,” Naruto, newly-promoted chuunin, sulked, for what had to be the hundredth time since he welcomed her from the gates. He was carrying her pack, which was extremely heavy for anyone that wasn’t Tsunade, Shizune, or Sakura. “And why the hell am I even getting a mission that should be for a genin anyway, dattebayo?”
Sakura might have laughed then whacked him if she weren’t so tired after such a long mission and a long journey. “What?”
She belatedly noticed that Naruto was leading her on a different street instead of towards the Tower. “Oh, report can wait tomorrow, he said,” and then he mumbled. “Why is it that when it’s me I always have to report immediately.”
“Well, thank you, Naruto, for walking me home,” she said when they finally arrived at her house.
Naruto dropped the pack at her entryway. “I’ll see you at team dinner tomorrow, Sakura-chan!” he was already turning away when he suddenly remembered something. “He also ordered me to say, “welcome home!”
Her reaction was delayed the fifth time. Mostly because she was terrified. She was actually terrified of Ino for what had to be the first time ever.
The now-clan head of the proud mind-controlling clan was emitting waves of killer intent that would have made how-dare-you-lay-a-hand-on-my-comrade-angry Kakashi scared. Even her teammates who are already used to being half scared, half eh-that’s-normal of Ino were cowering in fear.
“How dare he make me, a tokubetsu jounin and Yamanaka clan head, send me on a mission to get this,” she waved a scroll harshly at the shocked pink-haired medic’ face. And then she unsealed said scroll to reveal what had to be the most beautiful type of rose Sakura had ever seen. It was obviously kept to pristine condition by the flower expert of Konoha. “This, is called the Queen’s rose, and not for nothing, Forehead! It blooms only in the Land of Swamps once a year, sometimes, not even then. You are going to give it the right amount of sunlight and water, and this will live for a week, you get me, Forehead?”
Sakura, who did not even realize her rival had called her the dreaded nickname twice, nodded meekly as she accepted the flower.
The sixth time was the last straw.
“ANBU?! You ordered an ANBU team to move my stuff?” she screeched as she barreled into the Hokage’s office.
“Stealth was needed for it to be a surprise,” the Hokage said as he raised his hands in a defensive and placating manner.
“Kakashi! Not that I don’t appreciate the help as I have a lot of stuff to move, but seriously, an ANBU team?!” Kakashi winced as he heard the telltale cracking of wood when the irate medic slammed her palms on his desk.
In a seriously childish petulant tone, “But Sakura-chan, I can’t use only academy students or even only genin in courting you. I’m the Hokage!” the strongest man of the village explained.
I’ve been away for a long time, wow. I haven’t been checking my tumblr since probably December. A lot has happened, I had my most stressful project at work, I finally decided to resign in December, then I got sick for half of January, and now I’m stressing over searching for another job.
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