Advantage:
Uzumaki Naruto, for as long as his body had walked the Earth, had always been an unwavering opportunist. The outgoing nature that he no doubt inherited from the ever-honored Fourth Hokage striving most of his decisions in life. It is this never faltered fact that most must consider when contemplating his own reasoning.
With her hair drawn up and her lips parted with speech, it is not hard to figure out why, in that moment, leaning over and kissing her on the lips in front of the village was in Naruto’s best interest at the moment.
He saw an advantage.
Blossom:
“It’s pink.”
“It’s light-pink.”
“No, it’s just pink.”
“Sakura-chan, you know I love you, but it’s light-pink.”
“Naruto, if you really loved me you’d say it was pink.”
“Now Sakura-chan is cheating.”
“It’s not cheating, I’m stating my feelings.”
“As am I, and I say it is light-pink.”
“Pink. “
“Light-pink.”
As we all know, true to heart, whatever importance our words may be, Mother Nature shall take her course, and with a gust of wind, the deep discussion of two dark silhouettes against the sky prevailed no longer. However, philosophical revelations forever commence shaping our world.
“It’s blossom colored!”
Camera:
Haruno Sakura had always cherished her memories, and took care in recording them, as she knew it was important never to forget the past. However, she was aware that not every sight was to be stored for safe-keeping. The slight flex of muscles on a currently very bare chest and the touch of golden tresses falling messily in the most irresistible way was possibly the only thing she could not fight against. Rightful morals had kept her at bay, until now. She knew it dishonerable, taking advantage, but staring down at such a vulnerable sleeping face, she grabbed her camera.
Desk:
Sakura ran her fingers furiously across the keyboard, stopping only for seconds to grab from the bowl of nuts sitting parallel to her hunched over, bedraggled, self. Konoha is really the pushiest of villages concerning her latest romance novels. Which is why our pink-haired kunoichi could’ve died from shock when the front door to her apartment was slammed open and the stacked up crates she used as surface came crashing to the floor, scattering papers everywhere.
“ ‘With tanned whiskered cheeks, deep cerulean eyes and soft golden tresses falling…’ Hey that’s me!”
Damn, she really needed to get a desk.
Eggs:
It was an early morning, just before sunrise when Naruto took it upon himself at the young age of twelve to make a life long vow. After being assigned to clean out a chicken coup, he would never eat eggs again.
Fast-forward 3 years.
“Gee, Sakura-chan, thanks for inviting me over.”
“Naruto, it’s the least I could do. Besides, if your going to be Hokage you’ve gotta have a better breakfast than just ramen.”
“But-“
“And what’s better than a secret Haruno recipe of Scrambled Eggs!”
It had come down to this. His nindo, or the love of his life?
Phew. I did these all in 5 hours after having second thoughts on participating in the contest
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