I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.

Yet another drabble. I was considering making this a chapter in My Life Would Suck Without You (formerly Did I Tell You) but it didn't seem to fit somehow.

Let's

It's late, and all Sakura really wants is to somehow drag herself home and get some sleep. Continuous shifts at the hospital had convinced her that the rumours were true: Tsunade was a slave-driver.

A couple of streets from her apartment, she runs into Naruto. He looks a little worse for wear but he waves jauntily when he sees her. Knowing the persistent blonde, he's been training again.

"Let's go get some ramen, yeah, Sakura?"

She groans. "You're kidding me."

Had she just worked ridiculous hours? No doubt about it.

Was she tired? Of course.

Was she going to let Naruto drag her off to Ichiraku's? Yes.

He was a lucky man. Naruto is grinning as he gently rubs the tension from Sakura's shoulders. A moan escapes her lips and she relaxes, leaning against his chest.

"How does that feel?"

Another moan. Naruto takes it that he is doing quite a good job.

"What's my reward?" he asks her.

Her eyes open and she turns her head a little to smile at him. "I suppose you can stay over… if you like."

His grin widens. Oh, he liked the sound of that. "But I haven't taken a shower yet."

"Me neither."

"Well, in that case…"

And the front door flies open. The pair jumps as if electrocuted. Naruto begins gathering chakra in his hand, and Sakura leaps for her weapons pouch.

"Hey Sakura, I'm going to borrow your shampoo!" Ino sings. She dances past the living room. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," she adds, her voice coming from the bathroom.

The pink-haired girl's lips thin. She knew she shouldn't have let her friend pester the spare key out of her. "Hey Naruto?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's kick her out. Literally."

"Right behind you."

Neither of them have an umbrella. The rain soaks through their clothes, plastering the fabric to their skin. It is almost like that day. Naruto blinks away flecks of rain from his eyes and wonders if there had been any other way.

Sakura is running her fingers over the characters engraved on the stone. They had fought tooth and nail to have his name on the Cenotaph. The Council would hear nothing of a traitor's name amongst the heroes', but no one could say no to the Sixth Hokage when he wanted something done.

"Indecisive bastard, weren't you?" Naruto mutters.

Sakura smiles a little. "He helped us in the end."

"Yeah…" He knows she has been locking herself away in her own thoughts lately. He himself has spent many hours away from his Hokage duties, finding a place where he could sit and remember. It's enough, Naruto decides abruptly. And it is. They both know it. It's just a matter of letting go.

"Sakura. Let's move on."

She reaches for his hand. "Okay," she whispers.

They are at Ichiraku's. There are no other customers, and Teuchi and Ayame are clearing up. There is silence, because tomorrow Konoha will be thrust into war with the uncooperative countries. As Hokage and the Head Medical Officer, they have to be there.

Naruto squeezes Sakura's hand, and when she turns to him he pulls her onto his lap. "Let's get married," he murmurs.

She traces the lines on his hand and her cheek is rested against his. "Sure."

"Tonight."

"Alright."

They both don't know if there will be time after the war, and as much as Naruto tries to convince himself, he doesn't know if they will both make it back either.

"You know," Sakura smiles, "for a Hokage, you're pretty cheap, Naruto."

He blinks. "Huh?"

Her hand smacks his face with uncanny accuracy even though she is not looking. "Ring."

"Oh, umm… hey, Teuchi, do you have any onion rings left?"