giftfic for deni - making family; naruto
Fandom: Naruto
Title: Making Family
Chapter: N/A, complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Sakura, Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, mention of Kushina, OC restaurant employees; Itachi/Sakura, Naruto/Sasuke
Genre: Humor, Romance, Family, Friendship
Word Count: 1,979
Rating: M (for language)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor am I associated in any way with its authors, artists, and various other people. I'm not making any money from this. Trust me, if I was getting paid to write fic, I wouldn't be so damn behind.
Notes: Giftfic for
denilmo, who requested Naruto; Itachi/Sakura; she didn’t want to be just a memory. I am so, so sorry this is late, honey muffin. You have permission to flog me. And stuff. ;) Er, I should probably warn you: Genderbend ahead. Also language.
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“Naruto!” Sakura howled, hopping awkwardly around his crap on one foot for a moment. “Don’t you ever fucking clean?”
“Language,” Sasuke scolded absently from her lounging position at Naruto’s messy desk. “There are virgin ears here.”
To which Sakura responded with a string of violent swearing that would have made the foulest-mouthed sailor—or Naruto—blush. Sasuke, however, remained unaffected, still idly flipping through some magazine or other. It was porn, probably from her boyfriend’s collection. Looking at Naruto’s bed, it was confirmed; a corner of a cardboard box was sticking out from underneath.
“Sorry, Sakura-chan!” Naruto hollered, voice muffled. He appeared in the door of his closet after a moment. “Hey, why are you here? Don’t you have a date with the bitch’s brother tonight or something?”
Sakura put on a hurt expression and flopped onto Naruto’s mercifully made and otherwise unoccupied bed. “Why would you ask that, Naruto-kun? Don’t you like hanging out with me?”
Naruto’s blue eyes got huge and he backpedaled so fast he tripped over his own tongue in response.
“NoSakura-chanIlikehangingoutwithyouIdid
“Shut up, you moron,” Sasuke interrupted. She flicked a pencil at the snickering girl on her boyfriend’s bed. “She played you.”
“And yes,” she said. “I have a date with Itachi. It’s later tonight. Right now, we have a study date.” She sat up, yanking her book bag onto the mattress beside her and pulling books out. “That means all of us,” she added, glancing at Naruto.
When he refused to comply, she directed a scathingly meaningful look at Sasuke, who gave every appearance of being engrossed in an article in Naruto’s porn. Knowing her, though, she probably was reading the article. Weirdo. Sakura flicked the pencil back at her and she ducked before it could hit her.
Okay, so she was a weirdo with uncanny reflexes. Whatever. They still needed to study for finals.
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An hour and a half later, Naruto’s mother arrived at home. The first thing she did was storm her son’s room, her curtain of shiny red hair swinging wildly as she gave Sakura and Sasuke the boot. Her loud voice followed them out, scolding Naruto for the state of his bedroom.
The last thing they heard before closing the front door behind them was Naruto whimpering, “Sorry, Mom, ow, ow, ow—”
“So,” Sakura began awkwardly.
Ever since she’d started going out with Sasuke’s older brother, things had been strained at best between the two of them. They rarely hung out alone anymore, using boisterous Naruto as a buffer and counting on him to carry along the conversation.
“Need a ride to my place?” Sasuke asked, hitching her backpack higher on her shoulder. “I know you’re supposed to meet Itachi there.”
“No,” she answered. “I only live a block away from here and I need to get ready for—mmmph!”
She whipped her head back from where Sasuke had apparently decided to attack her. She’d smashed her mouth to Sakura’s so hard their teeth had clicked through their lips and was that blood she tasted? It was a little hard to tell through the pain and dizziness caused by the nose that had collided with hers.
“Sasuke, what the hell was that?” she demanded, eyes closed. She rubbed at the bridge of her nose and resisted the urge to beat her violently about the head and face.
“Kimphing you,” she mumbled.
“What?”
She muttered something even more quietly, and then said, “I was kissing you. I wanted to get your attention.” She sounded…embarrassed.
Sakura opened her eyes to the sight of Sasuke red as a cherry, mouth pinched sourly.
“Well, it fucking hurt,” she snapped before better sense could clue her in to how stupid a comment that would be.
Sasuke’s scowl deepened as the silence continued.
“Why?” she finally asked.
She fidgeted uneasily. Her gaze darted all around, bouncing from tree to house to car to sidewalk to grass to tree and skittering over her face before settling on her shoulder. “Because,” she finally said.
“Because why?” Sakura pressed. She’d had an enormous crush on Sasuke when she was fourteen—the only attraction she’d ever really felt for another girl—before she’d become friends with her and realized just how much she’d kill her if they were together. The crush had never been requited. And then she’d met Itachi, Sasuke’s older brother, and begun dating him. They’d been together for almost two years, only slightly more time than Naruto and Sasuke had been a couple.
Sasuke had been withdrawing from her since almost the beginning. She thought it was because of her romance with Itachi, that the thought of them grossed her out or something, or if she was angry with her. The whole situation confused and upset her, but she wasn’t sure how to bring it up with either of them. She loved Itachi but didn’t want to lose her friendship with Sasuke to be with him.
“Just…just because.”
“That is not an answer, Sasuke,” she informed her tartly.
“Because I was friends with you first!” she burst out. Once the words were out, more spilled behind them. Sasuke couldn’t get them out fast enough. “I was friends with you before you started dating my brother and you’re cutting me and Naruto out to spend time with him! I just don’t—it’s like you don’t care about me anymore.”
Oh, Sakura thought. Before she could say anything, Sasuke continued.
“I don’t want Naruto and I to be memories while you’re off being stupid and happy with my brother.” The confession felt forced, but the honesty in her friend’s black eyes was shocking. Sasuke had always been a caustic, sarcastic girl who hated sharing her feelings.
“Sasuke,” Sakura said softly. “I would never, ever abandon you for your brother.” She made a snap decision and Itachi would just have to deal. “Clear your schedule Saturday. We’re having a girl’s day, just you and me.”
“But—”
“No,” she interrupted. “We’ll kidnap Naruto for breakfast and then he can wander around town somewhere while we hang.” Before the other girl could protest, Sakura surged forward and hugged her hard. “I won’t tell Naruto about the kiss, either. For both of our good.”
She stepped off Naruto’s front porch and hurried to her house down the street, irrationally excited for the weekend.
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Itachi’s personal space was always immaculate, which by turns endeared him to her and made her want to tear through the place like a hurricane. But for some reason, it didn’t bother her today as she stretched out on his bed on her back and absently watched him type away at his computer.
Sasuke would walk by every now and then, carrying various things in her arms, to check on them. One of the rules of the Uchiha household was that significant others could be in the bedrooms, but the door had to stay open at all times. Sasuke, nosy girl that she liked to be on occasion, often took advantage of that rule.
During a lull in the pace of Itachi’s typing, Sakura spoke.
“So, your sister kissed me today.”
Itachi hummed. “I thought Sasuke might try to do something,” he remarked, unsurprised. “She’s prone to fits of insanity. Did she say why?”
“She blamed you,” Sakura said, laughing. “She thought I was spending too much time with you and not enough with her and Naruto. So I’m canceling Saturday with you. Sorry, baby.”
“But tonight is still on?” he asked, sounding slightly worried. She knew it was pretend when he spun his chair around to stare at her.
“Yes,” she said, smirking coyly. He stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat up as he perched beside her. “Tonight is still on.”
“Good.” Itachi gave her a warm, genuine smile. His dark eyes lit up happily. He leaned in to give her a kiss. “Tonight is important.”
Sakura laughed. “Our dates are always important, Itachi.” She kissed him. “C’mon, we should go. Our reservation is for six-thirty, right?”
He ignored her—probably thinking she was trying to wheedle the restaurant out of him again—and climbed on the bed, snuggling into her. She squealed. “It’s only five forty-five,” he said. “The restaurant’s only five minutes away. We have time.”
“You’re gonna wrinkle my dress!” she protested. “And your door is open—”
“So anyone could walk by, see what we’re doing, and choke on the adorable,” Itachi cut in dryly. “I just want to lay here. Maybe make out a little, ’cause you’re wearing that pineapple lip balm again.”
“You have the nose of a bloodhound,” Sakura grumbled, but twisted around to kiss him anyway.
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They showed up to dinner at the fanciest place in town ten shades of disheveled. Itachi met the host’s eyes flatly, daring him to comment. The older man made no mention of their rumpled clothes as he seated them.
“Your server will be with you shortly, sir, madam,” he told them before retreating to his podium.
“Itachi,” Sakura hissed, snapping out her napkin and settling it across her lap. “This place? You let me come here looking like this? And for the love of God, why here? You can’t afford this!”
“Sakura,” he replied soothingly. “Calm down. I can afford it, trust me. I decided on here because this night is special.”
She squinted her eyes at him suspiciously, but quieted down and started asking about his graduation ceremony on Sunday.
“Rehearsal went smoothly on Wednesday,” he told her. “But I think Shisui is planning something stupid for the actual ceremony.”
Giggling, she answered, “I wouldn’t put it past him. That boy is out of his mind.”
Their server appeared. Itachi placed their orders—the menu had been in Greek, a language Sakura hadn’t been able to study yet—and they continued chatting over the salads and pasta dishes.
Their server came around again just before they finished their plates to ask about desserts and Itachi requested baklava to share. When Sakura tried to object because she was so full, he waved her off.
“Trust me,” he said. “You’re going to want this.”
She furrowed her brow in confusion, but finally agreed to it. A few moments later, the sweet appeared on the table, and Itachi was staring at her. It was a bit disconcerting, she decided, as she lifted her fork to dig in.
There was a ring on the plate. It was a simple little thing, just a slim gold band set with a small diamond, but the fork clattered from her numb fingers. Her mind went white.
“Itachi,” she wheezed. “What—what—” She stopped, unable to draw a breath. “You’re not…hohgod.”
He was looking a little panicked. “Sakura?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
Like he doesn’t know.
“R-ring,” she choked, fanning herself.
“It’s not an engagement ring,” he said slowly. “I’m not asking you to marry me.”
That statement, especially paired with the ring, would disappoint most women but it calmed Sakura considerably. And a calm Sakura meant a Sakura who could think. Which meant she was thinking about how offended Itachi might be at her reaction.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I mean, I love you—so much—but I’m only seventeen and, yes, I would love to spend my life with you but we’re still just kids…” She was rambling but she couldn’t make herself stop.
Itachi laughed. “I know,” he said soothingly. “I understand. It’s a promise ring. It means I’ll always love you and that I plan to propose someday. That’s all.”
Now there were tears in her eyes as she plucked the ring from the plate and slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
Sakura giggled, slightly hysterical, through her tears, and said, “Oh, Sasuke. She’s never going to be just a memory. She’s going to be family.”
Itachi’s answering grin was downright wicked.
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Also at FF.net.
Title: Making Family
Chapter: N/A, complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Sakura, Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, mention of Kushina, OC restaurant employees; Itachi/Sakura, Naruto/Sasuke
Genre: Humor, Romance, Family, Friendship
Word Count: 1,979
Rating: M (for language)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor am I associated in any way with its authors, artists, and various other people. I'm not making any money from this. Trust me, if I was getting paid to write fic, I wouldn't be so damn behind.
Notes: Giftfic for
denilmo, who requested Naruto; Itachi/Sakura; she didn’t want to be just a memory. I am so, so sorry this is late, honey muffin. You have permission to flog me. And stuff. ;) Er, I should probably warn you: Genderbend ahead. Also language.--
“Naruto!” Sakura howled, hopping awkwardly around his crap on one foot for a moment. “Don’t you ever fucking clean?”
“Language,” Sasuke scolded absently from her lounging position at Naruto’s messy desk. “There are virgin ears here.”
To which Sakura responded with a string of violent swearing that would have made the foulest-mouthed sailor—or Naruto—blush. Sasuke, however, remained unaffected, still idly flipping through some magazine or other. It was porn, probably from her boyfriend’s collection. Looking at Naruto’s bed, it was confirmed; a corner of a cardboard box was sticking out from underneath.
“Sorry, Sakura-chan!” Naruto hollered, voice muffled. He appeared in the door of his closet after a moment. “Hey, why are you here? Don’t you have a date with the bitch’s brother tonight or something?”
Sakura put on a hurt expression and flopped onto Naruto’s mercifully made and otherwise unoccupied bed. “Why would you ask that, Naruto-kun? Don’t you like hanging out with me?”
Naruto’s blue eyes got huge and he backpedaled so fast he tripped over his own tongue in response.
“NoSakura-chanIlikehangingoutwithyouIdid
“Shut up, you moron,” Sasuke interrupted. She flicked a pencil at the snickering girl on her boyfriend’s bed. “She played you.”
“And yes,” she said. “I have a date with Itachi. It’s later tonight. Right now, we have a study date.” She sat up, yanking her book bag onto the mattress beside her and pulling books out. “That means all of us,” she added, glancing at Naruto.
When he refused to comply, she directed a scathingly meaningful look at Sasuke, who gave every appearance of being engrossed in an article in Naruto’s porn. Knowing her, though, she probably was reading the article. Weirdo. Sakura flicked the pencil back at her and she ducked before it could hit her.
Okay, so she was a weirdo with uncanny reflexes. Whatever. They still needed to study for finals.
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An hour and a half later, Naruto’s mother arrived at home. The first thing she did was storm her son’s room, her curtain of shiny red hair swinging wildly as she gave Sakura and Sasuke the boot. Her loud voice followed them out, scolding Naruto for the state of his bedroom.
The last thing they heard before closing the front door behind them was Naruto whimpering, “Sorry, Mom, ow, ow, ow—”
“So,” Sakura began awkwardly.
Ever since she’d started going out with Sasuke’s older brother, things had been strained at best between the two of them. They rarely hung out alone anymore, using boisterous Naruto as a buffer and counting on him to carry along the conversation.
“Need a ride to my place?” Sasuke asked, hitching her backpack higher on her shoulder. “I know you’re supposed to meet Itachi there.”
“No,” she answered. “I only live a block away from here and I need to get ready for—mmmph!”
She whipped her head back from where Sasuke had apparently decided to attack her. She’d smashed her mouth to Sakura’s so hard their teeth had clicked through their lips and was that blood she tasted? It was a little hard to tell through the pain and dizziness caused by the nose that had collided with hers.
“Sasuke, what the hell was that?” she demanded, eyes closed. She rubbed at the bridge of her nose and resisted the urge to beat her violently about the head and face.
“Kimphing you,” she mumbled.
“What?”
She muttered something even more quietly, and then said, “I was kissing you. I wanted to get your attention.” She sounded…embarrassed.
Sakura opened her eyes to the sight of Sasuke red as a cherry, mouth pinched sourly.
“Well, it fucking hurt,” she snapped before better sense could clue her in to how stupid a comment that would be.
Sasuke’s scowl deepened as the silence continued.
“Why?” she finally asked.
She fidgeted uneasily. Her gaze darted all around, bouncing from tree to house to car to sidewalk to grass to tree and skittering over her face before settling on her shoulder. “Because,” she finally said.
“Because why?” Sakura pressed. She’d had an enormous crush on Sasuke when she was fourteen—the only attraction she’d ever really felt for another girl—before she’d become friends with her and realized just how much she’d kill her if they were together. The crush had never been requited. And then she’d met Itachi, Sasuke’s older brother, and begun dating him. They’d been together for almost two years, only slightly more time than Naruto and Sasuke had been a couple.
Sasuke had been withdrawing from her since almost the beginning. She thought it was because of her romance with Itachi, that the thought of them grossed her out or something, or if she was angry with her. The whole situation confused and upset her, but she wasn’t sure how to bring it up with either of them. She loved Itachi but didn’t want to lose her friendship with Sasuke to be with him.
“Just…just because.”
“That is not an answer, Sasuke,” she informed her tartly.
“Because I was friends with you first!” she burst out. Once the words were out, more spilled behind them. Sasuke couldn’t get them out fast enough. “I was friends with you before you started dating my brother and you’re cutting me and Naruto out to spend time with him! I just don’t—it’s like you don’t care about me anymore.”
Oh, Sakura thought. Before she could say anything, Sasuke continued.
“I don’t want Naruto and I to be memories while you’re off being stupid and happy with my brother.” The confession felt forced, but the honesty in her friend’s black eyes was shocking. Sasuke had always been a caustic, sarcastic girl who hated sharing her feelings.
“Sasuke,” Sakura said softly. “I would never, ever abandon you for your brother.” She made a snap decision and Itachi would just have to deal. “Clear your schedule Saturday. We’re having a girl’s day, just you and me.”
“But—”
“No,” she interrupted. “We’ll kidnap Naruto for breakfast and then he can wander around town somewhere while we hang.” Before the other girl could protest, Sakura surged forward and hugged her hard. “I won’t tell Naruto about the kiss, either. For both of our good.”
She stepped off Naruto’s front porch and hurried to her house down the street, irrationally excited for the weekend.
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Itachi’s personal space was always immaculate, which by turns endeared him to her and made her want to tear through the place like a hurricane. But for some reason, it didn’t bother her today as she stretched out on his bed on her back and absently watched him type away at his computer.
Sasuke would walk by every now and then, carrying various things in her arms, to check on them. One of the rules of the Uchiha household was that significant others could be in the bedrooms, but the door had to stay open at all times. Sasuke, nosy girl that she liked to be on occasion, often took advantage of that rule.
During a lull in the pace of Itachi’s typing, Sakura spoke.
“So, your sister kissed me today.”
Itachi hummed. “I thought Sasuke might try to do something,” he remarked, unsurprised. “She’s prone to fits of insanity. Did she say why?”
“She blamed you,” Sakura said, laughing. “She thought I was spending too much time with you and not enough with her and Naruto. So I’m canceling Saturday with you. Sorry, baby.”
“But tonight is still on?” he asked, sounding slightly worried. She knew it was pretend when he spun his chair around to stare at her.
“Yes,” she said, smirking coyly. He stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat up as he perched beside her. “Tonight is still on.”
“Good.” Itachi gave her a warm, genuine smile. His dark eyes lit up happily. He leaned in to give her a kiss. “Tonight is important.”
Sakura laughed. “Our dates are always important, Itachi.” She kissed him. “C’mon, we should go. Our reservation is for six-thirty, right?”
He ignored her—probably thinking she was trying to wheedle the restaurant out of him again—and climbed on the bed, snuggling into her. She squealed. “It’s only five forty-five,” he said. “The restaurant’s only five minutes away. We have time.”
“You’re gonna wrinkle my dress!” she protested. “And your door is open—”
“So anyone could walk by, see what we’re doing, and choke on the adorable,” Itachi cut in dryly. “I just want to lay here. Maybe make out a little, ’cause you’re wearing that pineapple lip balm again.”
“You have the nose of a bloodhound,” Sakura grumbled, but twisted around to kiss him anyway.
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They showed up to dinner at the fanciest place in town ten shades of disheveled. Itachi met the host’s eyes flatly, daring him to comment. The older man made no mention of their rumpled clothes as he seated them.
“Your server will be with you shortly, sir, madam,” he told them before retreating to his podium.
“Itachi,” Sakura hissed, snapping out her napkin and settling it across her lap. “This place? You let me come here looking like this? And for the love of God, why here? You can’t afford this!”
“Sakura,” he replied soothingly. “Calm down. I can afford it, trust me. I decided on here because this night is special.”
She squinted her eyes at him suspiciously, but quieted down and started asking about his graduation ceremony on Sunday.
“Rehearsal went smoothly on Wednesday,” he told her. “But I think Shisui is planning something stupid for the actual ceremony.”
Giggling, she answered, “I wouldn’t put it past him. That boy is out of his mind.”
Their server appeared. Itachi placed their orders—the menu had been in Greek, a language Sakura hadn’t been able to study yet—and they continued chatting over the salads and pasta dishes.
Their server came around again just before they finished their plates to ask about desserts and Itachi requested baklava to share. When Sakura tried to object because she was so full, he waved her off.
“Trust me,” he said. “You’re going to want this.”
She furrowed her brow in confusion, but finally agreed to it. A few moments later, the sweet appeared on the table, and Itachi was staring at her. It was a bit disconcerting, she decided, as she lifted her fork to dig in.
There was a ring on the plate. It was a simple little thing, just a slim gold band set with a small diamond, but the fork clattered from her numb fingers. Her mind went white.
“Itachi,” she wheezed. “What—what—” She stopped, unable to draw a breath. “You’re not…hohgod.”
He was looking a little panicked. “Sakura?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
Like he doesn’t know.
“R-ring,” she choked, fanning herself.
“It’s not an engagement ring,” he said slowly. “I’m not asking you to marry me.”
That statement, especially paired with the ring, would disappoint most women but it calmed Sakura considerably. And a calm Sakura meant a Sakura who could think. Which meant she was thinking about how offended Itachi might be at her reaction.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I mean, I love you—so much—but I’m only seventeen and, yes, I would love to spend my life with you but we’re still just kids…” She was rambling but she couldn’t make herself stop.
Itachi laughed. “I know,” he said soothingly. “I understand. It’s a promise ring. It means I’ll always love you and that I plan to propose someday. That’s all.”
Now there were tears in her eyes as she plucked the ring from the plate and slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
Sakura giggled, slightly hysterical, through her tears, and said, “Oh, Sasuke. She’s never going to be just a memory. She’s going to be family.”
Itachi’s answering grin was downright wicked.
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Also at FF.net.