So, I updated. I will restate here, that I have edited a few things. Sakura is no longer Marriotte Rose. She just paints as a hobby. I also edited out the tape, it is now no longer there. I had originally had it where Lee had died and she had caught his death on videotape, but couldn't leave behind the only true evidence of his existance (er... something along those lines...) So, Yada Yada Yada, an emotional wreck and a couple break downs later... TADA! Bam! Video tape brought up!

NO.

Too many loose ends, too many things to match up, too many time consuming rereading, too much planning, too much work for a lazy procrastinating me!

So I'm basically just going to focuse on Sakura and her...er... problem.

Sorry for any inconveniences and/or confusion.

SAKURA'S POV

"Of all… the ridiculous…" I groan, my voice an angry, exasperated, hiss. "Just a little… more…" I tug the pair of jeans upward with more force, adding a slight jump, trying to force them past my thighs and butt. It doesn't seem to want to budge to its rightful place.

I look over to the heaping pile that is the entirety of my walk-in closet, which is lying on the floor like a large fortress. The top of said fortress is completely blue, with one or two pairs of black and white; the discarded jeans of mine that have refused to be worn correctly. In fact, this makes the last pair of jeans that I have in my closet!

I've got to get these to fit!

I've got to!

"Argh!" I groan louder, bending my knees to see if that would help slide them up, but this too is futile.

Fine! I'LL JUST GIVE UP THEN! Fucking jeans…

Yet I try one last time, one more powerful tug…

"Ahhh!" I yelp, falling toward the ground, landing painfully with a loud enough thunk to shake the chandelier in the room below me.

"Sakura? Are you alright?" comes the muffled voice of Itachi from somewhere downstairs, having obviously heard my fall.

"I'm fine!" I call back loudly at the floor.

Fine… Am I fine?

My body refuses to move, too tired and annoyed to even twitch. Pink hair falls in my face, so I give an angry huff to blow it away, but it just falls back in my face again. My butt is hanging out of my jeans, none of which fit, all my bras are feeling too tight, and my underwear is just as tight as my bras. I am on the floor looking like a mess, and shouting at the carpet? AM I FINE!? AM I!?

And with great sadness, I decided that I am not fine. With great sadness…and fear. In fact, I'm terrified, because there is only one thing left to do…

I pull out my cellphone.

The sun is already setting beyond the horizon, painting the sky into an orange red glow. I makes the trees look ominous, their bark appearing to be black.

Any minute now…

"Are you hungry Sakura?" Itachi calls from the kitchen. I can hear water boiling and rice cooking. There is a spicy scent in the air that makes my mouth water.

He must be making curry.

My stomach rumbles at the thought of curry, the one food I have grown an addict to. I haven't had it for the longest time, and now that he's making it I can't help but feel an intense craving for it. Chicken curry is my favorite… I hope he's making that… But now is not the time for it; there are more pressing matters than food.

"I'm fine, thanks." I lie, feeling my stomach give a giant lurch in protest. My arm slams across it, shutting it up before anyone else could hear it.

I twiddle my thumbs, having to do something while I wait. My eyes wander around the living room, taking in the familiar sights with more detail. The couch I'm sitting on is a dark leather, kept in great condition, and big enough to sit three people. The carpet beneath it is a deep red, like blood was spilt everywhere; the aftermath of a massacre. I usually don't like red carpets, but it's soft. There are end tables placed next to each chair, each a rich wooden masterpiece. The painting above the vast stone fireplace is of two loons swimming across a vast human-less lake found between two mountains, the sun setting in a reddened glow behind them. Everything is a theme, with rich colors that compliment the painting. It all seems much more magnificent now that the sun is actually setting, matching everything in the room. I wonder if they bought the painting first and matched the room to it, or matched the painting to the room…

Behind me, the clinking and sizzling of a frying pan catches my attention. A soft voice starts along with the sound, a melody I somewhat remember, but can't quite place… Itachi is humming.

It's a nice voice.

"Where'd you learn to cook?" I ask him, turning around on the couch so I'm sitting with my knees against the back, my arms resting on the top.

"I guess it's kind of a hobby of mine," he says with a soft smile. He's mixing whatever is in the frying pan with curry powder. There are too many mouthwatering smells for me to tell what it is exactly.

I raise an eyebrow, but say nothing. Instead, I just continue to watch him cook. He takes it rather seriously, his black shirt and pants covered by a green apron, his hair tied back even tighter and higher away from his face than usual. He walks away from the frying pan, and over to the chopping board where there are an assortment of vegetables awaiting him. Grabbing a beautiful cutting knife, he lowers in and slices each vegetable so fast and precisely that all I can hear is a quick Chchchchch of the blade meeting the board, and the scraping sound of him using the knife to move them into a bowl. He seems to be done for the moment, and wipes his hands on a towel hanging on the oven handle.

He really is-

DIIIIING DOOOOONG!!!!!!

"I'LL GET IT!" I yell, scrambling over the couch and bolting toward the door, past the amused smirk of Itachi. Grabbing the cold handle tightly I swing the door open, revealing the thing I had been dreading.

"Ino!"

The girl before me is stunningly beautiful, much more so than I last remembered. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a perfected high ponytail, her bangs sweeping across the side of her face to give her an innocent yet mature look. Her body is thin and lean, not as curvy as mine, but a model type look, which she skillfully covered in name brand goods to make her look like a sexy goddess in front of any guy that might be looking, but one wouldn't be able to call her a slut. She had too much class for that.

She's wearing a low cut white blouse with ruffles to cleverly hide her lack of a bust, yet is still able to flaunt her creamy moisturized skin. A black skirt covers only a couple of inches below her hips, showing off her legs, but it is decorated with a large golden chain-link belt slanting at an angle from one hip down to the other, all topped off with the most expensive looking two-inch shoes I have ever seen.

Ino always was one who was able to pull off good fashion…

I give what I'm wearing a self conscious look.

Gray sweatpants, almost too big for me, a large baggy white T-Shirt with the logo of a warrior-producing dojo, and flipflops. This, and a couple others just like them, are the only things in the great and noble vastness of my closet that still fit me.

Looking back up at Ino, I find her staring at me, wide eyes, a look of disbelief on her face.

An accusing finger is shot up and pointing at me, much to my shock, her eyes a lit with fury. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH SAKURA!" she bellows loudly, catching the attention of Itachi from back in the kitchen. He's now watching the two of us, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, with an amused expression on his face. "THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL SAKURA IS THAT CURVY! SHE DOESN'T HAVE CLOSE TO THAT BIG OF AN ASS!"

I run a hand through my hair, embarrassed, and give her a weak look in the eyes. "I know…" But silently, to myself, I let out a squeal of triumph.

Ino admits I'm curvy! INO ADMITS I'M CURVY! She finally admits that I have a better body and a better ass than she does! WUSHAW!

"You must be a Sakura-Look-Alike Robot! A cow in disguise!"

A cow?

As in "Moo?"

A cow!

"THAT'S REALLY FUNNY COMING FROM A PIG! INO-PIG!" I scream, launching myself at her and trying to land a good punch on her face.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIG, YOU BIG FOREHEADED COW!" she screams back at me as she lunges in return with a punch of her own.

My hit lands on her jaw just as her hit lands on mine. We both stumble backward, me into the living room, her onto the porch. Glaring at each other, we try to catch our breath, both of us ignoring the stinging of our faces and the small drizzle of blood that makes its way out of the corners of our mouths.

"Well," Ino says finally, she uses her thumb to wipe away the bit of blood by her mouth, and stands up strait, trying to look like she is completely unfazed. She pulls out a circular compact mirror from inside her shirt, which must have been hidden in her bra. Flipping it open, she takes a good look at her reflection. Sighing, she closes it, a defeated look about her at discovering the growing bruise against her pale skin. "I drove for three hours to get here after your call saying you were having a teenage crisis. Finally realized you needed my fashion sense, did you."

I use the back of my hand to wipe away the blood on me, and send her an accusing stare. "Three hours? It took us six to get here. You were speeding again, weren't you. Majorly this time. What if you got caught? You would loose your license this time!"

She waves her hand at me dismissively, closing here eyes like I'm just an annoying nuisance to her. "You said you were in a crisis. Besides, no one even lives out here. Like I would have hit anybody. Plus, my Aston Martin can go way faster than those ugly cop cars can." She has a look on her face that makes me feel stupid for even asking, like what she was saying was obvious fact. "So, it appears you really are in a crisis. Is this what you call fashion?" Her hand waves over my apparel, with a wrinkling of her nose, as though I was unclean. "If that's the case, you're a hopeless cause. I may be a genius, but I'm not a miracle worker."

I feel the blood thudding in my head as my anger rises, making me feel like I'm boiling.

"No, Ino, my teenage crisis is that nothing in my closet fits besides this! Over the past two weeks my ass has grown too much and my boobs have gotten bigger by a whole cup size! I CAN'T FIT INTO ANY OF MY CLOTHES ANYMORE!

She gets a dumbfounded look on her face, her blonde hair only helping with the theory that she is, indeed, an airhead. My words finally sink in, and she lights up with a new excitement. Full of energy, she lets out a gleeful squeal. "Do you know what this means!?" she squeals again, clapping her hands happily in her excitement.

I already know the answer, but I dare to ask, clinging to the small little glimmer of hope that she won't say the dreaded eight letter word. "Don't tell me we have to go-"

"Shopping!"

GAARA'S POV

"Shopping?" I ask, both amused and horrified, though I doubt anyone would be able to notice either of the emotion in my voice.

"Yeah!" Naruto says loudly, a big wide toothy smile filling his face, "It's a school night, so we can't do much, but we're all so bored we have to do something! So, why not go shopping!?" he laughs now, clearly in awe of his stupid idea.

"And why would we do that?" Kiba demands, not able to understand why we, as guys, would enjoy going shopping.

"Sounds too troublesome to me…" Shikamaru agrees with a small nod of his head. Then again, everything was too troublesome for Shikamaru to do.

"Aw! Come on!" Naruto whines, "It'll be fun! We can go to the videogame store, or buy some Cds, and the food there is always good! Plus, think of all the hot girls that will go to the mall!" he grins perversely.

"I'M IN!"

I glare at my older brother. I've always hated him, just for the fact that he's so annoying. He's the kind of guy that always thinks with his dick instead of his head. Then there was the time I walked into the living room and he was watching porn on the flat-screen...

Is he that desperate?

I would rather stay here, sitting in this uncomfortable chair in my cramped little living room, than go anywhere with him.

But I'm bored.

I stand up, my hands shoved in my pockets, and I walk toward the door. Naruto, taking this as me accepting to come with him because I liked the idea, charges after me laughing his head off. "This is going to be so much fun!" he squeals, wrapping his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way.

I tense, my body rejecting the very concept of such a thing, but I don't shrug him off. Naruto is the one person I would consider a friend. Anyone else I would beat to a bloody pulp for even daring laying a hand on me, seeing us as equals. I prefer violence and blood over friendship and bonds, yet with Naruto, it has always been different.

"Maybe we can even land girlfriends!" I hear him say excitedly, his voice echoing with his hope.

I take a look at him, his orange "I Love Ramen" shirt, and his uncombed hair. I say nothing and continue walking, letting him cling onto that hope for a bit longer.

"Hey! Hey, Gaara! Look what I got!" Naruto yells loudly from halfway across the mall, making me have to turn around to see him. The only reason I know it's him is for the fact that he has the loudest voice I've ever heard, and the yellow and orange blob running toward me is quite unmistakably him. He reaches me, a mere three paces away, leaning down so his arms are resting on his knees so he can catch his breath from his run over here. Once he does, he looks at me with his big grin, holding out something circular and see through, with a big fuzzy grayish-brown blob in the middle. I stare at him, not quite believing what I'm seeing. "It's a hamster!" he calls proudly holding up the ball higher so I can see it more clearly, "I'm gonna call him Onbu!"

"Why would you call him that?" I ask, not seeing where he came to the conclusion of such a retarded name.

Suddenly, Naruto's eyes get watery, the hand holding the hamster lowers, his lip quivers, and for a single moment I'm afraid he's going to cry. It's like I said no to him after he asked for a cookie, or kicked his dog or something. "I thought it was cute…" he says quietly, his lip still trembling.

"Hn," I say, looking away to try and brush off the guilty feeling growing in my chest, "Do what you want." I say awkwardly.

This seems to be enough to cheer him up because his eyes get all shiny and bright and he's plastered another big grin on his face. "It is cute, isn't it!?" He starts to talk to the hamster now, poking the ball in adoration saying things like "cute" and "new home" and "best friends". I take this moment to try and figure out where exactly I said the name was cute, but come up with nothing.

"Hey guys," comes the lazy drawl of Shikamaru.

Both Naruto and I turn and watch as he, Kiba, and my brother walk up to us. They seemed to have been enjoying themselves, for Kankurou has about three or four full bags in his hands, and Kiba has just as many.

"What'd you guys get?" Naruto asks, pointing at their multitude of bags innocently. Kiba and my brother exchange a perverted look, which almost makes me shudder. They each hold a bag out and show us the black logo of a store called Screaming 'O' with the O appearing to be melting into liquid. Naruto stares at it, not quite taking in what it means, and finally decides to risk the question, "What kind of store is that?"

I, for a brief moment, feel a slight dread, and my face almost heats up at the very question.

He didn't know what it was?

Sending a glare to my brother, I threaten him with a torturous castration if he tells the blonde what that kind of store is. Kankurou telling him was the worse possible outcome, even more so than Kiba telling him. He seems to read my threat and keeps his mouth shut, but pulls out a DVD with a pair of girls on the cover wearing only thongs and covering each others breasts, each wearing cat ears as though they were crowns. The title is large reading "Pussycats 2: Double the Sex Kittens and Twice the Pussy" Kiba decides he needs to show what he got too, and reaches into his bag and pulls out a hardcore skin magazine, with a naked girl on the cover with her legs spread apart toward the viewer.

"Limited Edition." he grins excitedly, quite happy with his find.

Shikamaru sighs, and pulls out a key chain with a black bar and green letters saying "I Make the Girls Scream 'O'" from his pocket. He looks rather annoyed at the fact that he took it out, and says under his breath, "The cashier guy kept staring at me. It was too troublesome not to buy something…"

I look at Naruto now, not quite sure what I should be bracing myself for. His blonde hair is more outstanding, now that his face is bright red, his eyes wide, taking in the picture on the magazine. His mouth is hanging open in shock, though he slightly closes it then opens it, as though he's trying to speak, but isn't able to.

"Naru-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" a girl screams angrily, breaking me from finishing what I was going to say. We all turn to the voice, which is only a store down from us down the main isle. The girl has long blonde hair, a white top, black skirt, and is trying to show off to any guys who might be watching by revealing a whole lot of leg and a whole lot of chest. Both her arms are carrying two large bags. She's screaming at another girl, who isn't dressed much better. The other girl has her head covered by a black beret, a black shoulder shirt, and she must be wearing really short shorts or a short skirt because most of her legs are visible, but it's impossible to tell because the girl is holding what must be about fifty large bags in her arms. She says something to the blonde one, but I can't hear, but it must have been something insulting, because the blonde explodes. "IMPOSSIBLE! SO HELP ME GOD I WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU DO!"

Everyone seems to be staring at the two girls now, the last line of hers even catching the attention of a security guard who seems to be contemplating walking over and breaking the two up. He's a very fat man, and is busy shoving a jelly-glazed doughnut and a extra large carbonated beverage down after it. He must have decided his food needed to be dealt with first instead of two girls threatening to kill each other.

"Look at that blonde one," I hear my brother moan, "I bet she's a great fuck."

She must have super hearing, or a sixth sense of knowing when someone finds her attractive, for the blonde turns around and faces us, a big smile spreading across her face. Nudging the girl next to her and grabbing her arm, she starts walking over to us, the second girl being dragged reluctantly behind her.

Great. Two sluts are making their way over to us, and two of us are the biggest perverts in the mall. A day of "fun" is now going to be a day of scoring with a pretty girl. All they're going to do is talk perversely to each other and compliment nonexistent features. Why did I even come?

"Hi," says the blonde one, looking strait at me, a seductive look on her face, at least, one she thinks is seductive. It might have been better, if it wasn't for the big bruise on her chin. I almost give a disgusted snort. The second one seems to be uncomfortable, but she's very good at not showing it.

"Ino," the friend scolds annoyed. She must not like hitting on strangers. "Come on, you're only here for a day or two. Don't ditch me to go hook up with some stranger."

There's something about this girl… Something seems familiar… I'm positive I've heard that voice before…

"What's up with you? We used to do this all the time! Nothings wrong with having a little fun!" the one called Ino growls at the friend, "You need to live a little, Sakura."

"Sakura?" Kiba asks startled, the others looking at her in shock.

The girl looks up, green eyes scanning over the faces of our group, her mouth dropping in horror, her eyes widening in recognition, her lips forming two words to state her situation.

"Oh, shit!"

SAKURA'S POV

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! FUCK!

"Hey guys," I say, trying not to sound as freaked out as I am at the moment.

Ino blinks a bit, stares at the guys, and then at me. "You know them?" she asks in disbelief, "You know such hot guys and you didn't TELL ME!?" She gives a dramatic stomp and clenches her fists. A safe tantrum. I'm thankful. With my arms full at the moment, I don't think I'd be able to take a full blown Ino Tantrum. "You TRAITOR!" she finishes.

"We're just classmates," I reply with a sigh, still not believing that such a beautiful girl could be so immature. "Now will you please calm down."

"Don't try to change the subject! You are a traitor! You have betrayed our friendship and the bond of our memories! You are horrible! You are-"

"So, what are you guys doing here?" I ask my classmates, completely ignoring the ranting of my best friend.

"Well, we were bored, so I thought 'Hey! The mall! There's food, games, and babes!''" Naruto laughs loudly.

I raise an eyebrow at the last quote, but say nothing, almost enjoying the energetic blonde. Even if he is an idiot, he's rather fun to watch.

Speaking of which…

I turn to the others and glare at them menacingly. All of them are staring at me like I'm some sort of freak. "What!?" I demand.

"You have a lot of shit," Kiba states simply, gesturing toward the 22 bags I have somehow managed to keep hold of.

"Yeah, well," Ino says happily, slapping my shoulder rather painfully, "When you have a cow, you might as well use her."

Kankurou lets out a loud laugh.

The vein in my head is pulsing in anger, my grip on the bags gets tighter, and I turn to my friend furiously. "What was that, you pig!"

Ino is taken back by my insulting counter, and gets a throbbing vein just like I do. "Pig? Pig!? I AM NOT A PIG YOU COW!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you past all the oinking!" I say calmly, almost seriously.

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU FOREHEADED COW!"

"Oh come on! You're just jealous that I actually have curves, little miss stick. LEAVE YOUR MUD AND GO DRINK A MILKSHAKE!"

"YEAH!? WELL AT LEAST I HAVEN'T HAD SO MANY THAT MY BOOBS WON'T STAY IN MY BRAS! YOU COW!"

I freeze. She went there. You're not supposed to go there. Not with me.

"AT LEAST I DON'T TRY TO PUT A-CUP BOOBS INTO C-CUP BRAS AND FILL THE SPACE WITH PADDING!"

Ino is taken back, as though scandalized, her eyes watering slightly in embarrassment at that secret being revealed in front of guys. "I ONLY DID THAT ONCE!" she squeals.

"Whatever, Pig."

"Cow."

"PIG!"

"COW!"

We're both at our limit now; a punch needs to be thrown. Unfortunately, I am unable to free my hands from all the bags, and even if I could there wouldn't be enough time to dodge Ino's punch, though she doesn't seem to be in a better state. She doesn't want to put down her bags, but she doesn't want to risk damaging what's inside either, so we both seem to decided, at the same time, to use the same move.

"SHUT UP!" we scream in unison, slamming our heads against one another in a powerful enough hit to send both of us stumbling backward. It seems to be too much for Ino. After a couple seconds of stumbling, her legs give way and she falls, only to be caught by Kankurou, who shifted his bags time to catch her. I stumble backward just as bad, but somehow I manage to stay on my feet. Both of us are panting now, glaring at each other, our heads extremely read and stinging, the bruises on both our chins still dark.

"I hate you," I say.

"I hate you too," she returns.

And then we smile, completely over our full blown fight.

"I don't get women," Kiba groans.

"Ooh! What's that from?" Ino asks excitedly to Kankurou, now that she's on her feet, after seeing the bag he was holding. She rather liked the design of the melting O, though that was all she could see.

"Screamming O," Shikamaru answers boredly, "It's the politically correct name of the store, because of rules and regulations the mall has about vulgar and offensive names, they found it too troublesome to put the actual name up, but everybody knows that the store's real name is-"

"Screaming Orgasm!" Kankurou finishes with a smirk, "It's a place that sells porn, skin mags, dildos, every kind of condom, edible underwear, lube, and the kinkiest shit created by man."

Ino seems to be interested in this vulgar place. "Oh, really? Sweet. I've been needing a new pair of handcuffs anyway," she casts a seductively suggestive look to Kankurou. "Take me there?"

"To the store, or a screaming orgasm?" he asks perversely.

"Oh. God." I turn beat red in embarrassment that I allowed these two to meet. There's a sort of disgusted snort form next to me. Turning, I see Gaara, looking just as appalled and disgusted as I do. Maybe even more so…

"If you're going back there, so am I!" Kiba calls excitedly, "While we were leaving I saw that sexy porn star from that movie we saw at last summer. She's in a new movie and they have it! Come on, Naruto. It's time to show you the joys of being a man." Kiba grins widely and takes a blushing Naruto by the arm and they all begin to walk away.

"You gonna come with us, little brother?" Kankurou calls toward us.

"Hn," he answers.

I'm not sure if it's a Yes, I'm coming or a No, I don't want to step foot in such a disgusting place kind of Hn, but I take it that it's the latter because he doesn't move or step toward them as they continue to walk away. Soon they are overtaken by the masses of people still roaming the store, leaving me and Gaara all alone together.

An idea strikes me as I realize we're alone, but it is going to be dangerous. Very dangerous.

I turn to Gaara, adjusting the bags on my arms and letting half of them go so that they launch themselves at him. He looks somewhat surprised at my sudden assault, and catches the bags in his shock. His eyes fill with the most sadistic evil glare I have ever seen, but I suppress my shudder, my overwhelming desire not to let this chance go keeping me from dying under the mere gaze of him. He shifts the bags into one hand, about to shove them back at me, but I'm too fast for him. Far too fast…

"Quick, before she comes back!" I hiss.

With that, I grab hold of his hand and drag him toward the other end of the mall.

I hope you guys injoyed, and sorry it took so long to update!

Oh, and as far as I know, there is no store called Screaming Orgasm, but if there is, I am not claiming to own that store...