To Tell Our Future Children

''You know Sakura,'' Naruto began, looking at the clouds outside the window of the Hokage's office with such fascination, as if they were ramen-shaped. ''One day we're going to get married.''

A low growl.

''And i'll make you happier than you can imagine.''

No sound.

''Really really happy. And that way we'll have the family I always wanted. I mean WE.''

This time Sakura bothered to glance at him. Curious for once. Okay... curious and mortified.

''And our children will be the prettiest in the whole Village... No. The Shinobi world... No. The Universe. The entire Shinobi Universe... If they take after their mom.''

This conversation would have been completely fine. Really. If only Naruto had bothered to tell her what all he'd planned for their super happy future in PRIVATE. Not with Kakasahi-sensei(who had for once in his life found something more interesting than Icha Icha Whatever, and stared shamelessly) and the rest of Team Seven... and the totality of Asuma's Team too. But it was excusable, wasn't it? Just a little bit? They had just arrived from the longest mission and Naruto had been a little high on candy. The candy they all received as a token of gratefulness from the client, who indeed happened to warn them of the candy's powerful effects if ingested too quickly. It was very sweet candy. With lots of sugar. LOTS of sugar.

''That's very nice Naruto... but-''

''Let him finish, Sakura.'' Kakashi interrupted. ''I am curious. Since when are you two so close?''

Naruto beamed brightly, like he'd just discovered Paradise was made out of ramen. ''Three whole months! Can you believe it?! And I couldn't be happier if we had sex more often!''

Kakashi chuckled a bit. Very discretely. Very to himself.

And while the rest of Sakura's unwanted audience started snickering(yes,even Shikamaru), Tsunade-sama(to some, the devil in the flesh) continued scribbling down what to some onlookers from behind her back(Shizune) would appear like the purest mass of nonsense on paper.

The nonsense indeed was just names. Names for her future grandchildren. Because she wouldn't leave such an important matter up to the golden pair in front, now would she? Her best options were underlined energetically. Those were:

Dan.

Minato.

And...

Mini-Tsunade.

Also...

Mini-Tsunade 2...3...4...5...

And so on.

At the very bottom, the result of an afterthought read:

Jiraiya.

But she had smeared ink so viciously on top of that name that no one could really see anything beside an ugly blotch. And at last she looked up from the abused paper. Sakura blushed like only she could. Lovely. And Naruto beamed and beamed, oblivious to how embarrassed his little love felt. Those two would be fine... well, slightly insane and weird... but still. They would be fine parents.

Imagine the mess of orange and pink their children will be, Tsunade laughed inwardly. And blue and green and red and yellow... They will need to have a child for each color in the rainbow.

And that's where Naruto started dangling from Kakashi's mask in a futile attempt to take it off with his teeth. His string of random thoughts leading him elsewhere. Sakura smiled a little. Less embarrassed. A little happier. And wondering if they could truly dare have children of their own. And if she really wanted to tell this story to her babies.

Surely Naruto and that big mouth of his would take care of that.

First NARUTO thing evah!