Author's Note: So...after a year of not updating, here's a chapter for you guys. Haha I hope you enjoy reading, and I'm terribly sorry for the long wait. Thank you for being so patient with me :)
Race of Romance
Chapter 7: Anger Management
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"Naruto-kun, are you sure about this?"
The said man just grinned and nodded. "Of course Hinata-chan! This will be so easy, the pervert won't have a clue what's coming to him! Believe it!"
She smiled and handed over a bag, cringing at what they had to go through just to get those. The store man was practically eating her out with his eyes.
Naruto stared at the clothes inside the bag for the nth time.
Okay Naruto, you can do this. Be a man! Or...in this case, a sexy, perverted prostitute. Easy peasy.
He went inside the bathroom to change into his, err...clothes. Although they were more like scraps of cloth. Very tiny cloth.
"Harem no Jutsu!"
He came out of the bathroom smirking.
"That pervert better get ready for one major nosebleed!" He shouted, punching his now girly fist into the air.
Hinata should have known Girl Naruto was a D-cup. Is it even possible to have an E-cup?
And this time, there were no clouds to hide his (or rather, her) assets. Heck, she would have preferred the clouds over...this.
Holy. Shit.
Tenten and Neji were not happy.
Neither were Ino and Shikamaru.
Not happy. At. All.
The scroll should have been more specific. The toads were not only twins.
They were evil, annoying, little fuckers with big ugly mouths.
"Haha so Neji-sama, did you plan on becoming a girl? Croak. Because you sure look like one. Croak."
"Yeah, you should exchange with the blondie there. Croak." The other toad said, looking at Ino, "She looks like a huffing bull. Croak. Croak."
"Croak. Dude, what's with the pineapple head?"
"And the brunette there. What's with the buns on your head? Croak. You look like Mickey Mouse!"
And they laughed.
And laughed.
"Why you little-"
And the toads disappeared.
Again.
This was going to be a lot harder than they thought.
"Sakura."
She didn't mind him and continued humming to herself while applying her lipgloss.
"Sakura." He repeated, more strained now.
She turned to him and smirked.
"What, Sasuke?"
He grit his teeth, looking at what she was wearing. There was practically nothing! If they didn't have a mission to do he would have probably already-
Ehem.
It's not the time to think about those things. Control yourself, Sasuke.
"You will not let the pervert see you in that outfit."
She laughed, "Why not, Sasuke-kun? You don't like it?" She said, teasing him. She walked towards him and stopped when she was only a few inches away. Putting her hands on her hips, she reminded him of the plan.
"Don't forget to take pictures after defeating all his bodyguards, okay? I'll stall and make sure he won't even hear the door open when you come in...though you probably don't need that. The guy's going to be too drunk to even recognize me so-"
"You expect me to take pictures of you with some drunk pervert?" No fucking way.
"Yes. I do." She glared, daring him to defy her with her eyes. He glared back and clenched his fists.
"Sakura." If she wasn't so serious, she would have laughed. Really, he sounded like a whining little boy.
"Sasuke."
Calm down, Sasuke. Calm. It's not like she was helping right now. Her top barely helped covering her...things. Her anger caused her to breathe a little irregularly and he could see it so clearly with the rise and fall of her-
"Are you even listening?!" She poked his chest. "I was here being darn sincere and you were too busy staring at my chest?!"
Shit. She was talking? He looked at her. "I wasn't staring. And I just don't like the fact that a damn pervert will see you with practically nothing on." Those are for my eyes only, damn it.
She just rolled her eyes. "I'm done trying to convince you. Your loss for not hearing what I said a while ago. We're doing it my way. And that's final." With that, she left the room they were currently renting and closed the door.
Annoying woman.
"For the last time, we are not gay."
"Gay people sitting in a treeee. K-I-S-S-"
"Shut up!" Kiba barked. Smoke could be seen coming out of Chouji's ears.
All the children gasped.
"The homo said a bad word!" A kid shouted.
"Ooooohhh." All the kids chanted, making it look like the two were in big trouble.
Riiight.
"Shut up isn't even a bad word!" Chouji exclaimed. Really, the children were overreacting.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut upppp!" All the children shouted, laughing and running around the room.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hey kids! We're home!" The delegates were back. Shit.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut upppp!"
Double shit.
We are so dead.
Shino could not believe it.
He sneaked a peak at Lee who was currently unconscious on the floor beside him. He would die of embarrassment if any other ninja saw him now.
He, Shino Aburame, was playing dead.
Pathetic really. But what other choice did he have? Until Lee woke up, he would NOT go near those little...monsters.
Besides, never in his life would he think that kids (little, annoying, rowdy kids) could kill his precious insects. It's just not possible...
To think that it took only one of them to start this mess. The innocent looking one who was picking his nose right after the delegates left.
What did he do, you ask?
Simple.
He farted.
Really, the kid should be arrested for massive air pollution.
Tsunade looked at her former teammate with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
Jiraiya shrugged. "I'm just saying, you should consider letting Sasuke and Sakura go on two-man missions. Preferably with the pink-haired medic having to...deal with men."
She glared. And glared some more. If Shizune didn't hide all of her sake bottles, she would have hit him on the head with one by now. "Are you telling me to send Sakura, my apprentice, on every prostitute mission that turns up?!"
"Well, for one thing, it would save us a lot of time getting those missions done." He stated.
"And why is that?"
Jiraiya just smirked. "Well, I have a few toads patrolling each pair during the whole race and one of them tells me..."
"Just spit it out, you moron. I have a lot of paperwork to do."
"Jeez, I'm trying to make it exciting here. Anyway, Sasuke needed to take down all the target's bodyguards before he could go inside the room and take pictures of Sakura with the pervert."
Pervert? Look who's talking. Tsunade thought, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I am aware of that. The target has 10 bodyguards, 5 of which are Jounin level."
"It took Uchiha Sasuke exactly 3 seconds to knock out all of them."
Said Uchiha wanted to kill someone.
Namely the pervert that was currently being straddled by his girlfriend.
She didn't even look the least bit affected by whatever she was doing. He grit his teeth and started taking pictures from the far corner of the room. The pervert didn't have a clue that he entered.
Probably he was too busy staring at her chest.
Sasuke made a mental note to burn all these pictures once the race was over.
That, and kill the pervert.
10 shots. His patience wearing thin, he kept the camera and punched the guy on the face. Real subtle, Sasuke. He grabbed the scroll from the man's pocket and, ignoring Sakura's protests, he grabbed her waist and teleported back to their room.
"Sasuke, what the hell?!"
He glared at her and started to walk towards the door. "Where are you going?! Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" Sakura demanded. Really, he was starting to piss her off.
"To train."
She gaped at him. "It's 1 in the morning!" She held his arm and tugged on it. Then, he surprised her by turning around, gently grabbing her head and leaning down to capture her lips in his.
What's wrong with him?
She didn't know whether to be mad, really pissed off, surprised or happy. Then in between, she heard him mumbling. Her ear caught a few words.
Stupid. Perverted. Bastard.
She couldn't help but laugh. "You're jealous aren't you?" She smirked and only laughed more when he glared at her. She playfully patted his cheek.
"Just so you know, nothing happened. Miroku was unconscious the second we entered the room. He was too drunk. I had to carry him to the bed."
"But I came in at least 5 seconds after you did..."
She couldn't help but laugh some more. And laugh. And laugh.
Finally, he understood.
"You. Did. Those. Poses. On. Purpose."
"Of course I did! You had to take pictures of me, right? They had to look convincing. Besides, your face just looked too funny. You looked like you were constipated!"
Maybe he could let the pervert live, after all.
"Eeep!" She squeaked, when he pulled her in for another kiss again.
"You're going to pay for that." He whispered in her ear.
She smirked.
She didn't mind at all.
Author's Note: I'm really sorry for the long wait. Found around half of this file rotting away on my computer and finally got the time to finish it. Sorry if it's pathetic and relatively short, but I wanted to give you guys an update anyway. Maybe I'll fix it when I have time again later on. Hope you enjoyed reading it, nonetheless xD
Thank you so much for your reviews. Without them, I would have really let the file rot forever xD So thank you, thank you. You guys really know how to make an author feel appreciated. Also, to those people who sent me a PM/reviewed my stories, I'm so sorry if I haven't replied. I just don't have that much time anymore :( I'll definitely reply once I do. Anyway, for the meantime...please review and check out my other stories? :)
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- Gabbeh