Thursday, November 3, 2005

   Ok, so I can't help myself.
I can't wait to share. Here's a short excerpt from the as yet third-to last chapter (but that doesn't matter, because it's a flashback sortof, and it's my favorite part.

hope you like...

When Sakura and Naruto had come back from their mission to retrieve Gaara, Naruto and Sasuke had an all-out fight, resulting in a draw, as usual. Sakura had tended both of their wounds, which were numerous. She had calmly borne all of Naruto’s complaints about the ointments she used having too much sting, and even smiled as she worked. In spite of her annoyance with him, she really had developed a fondness for the loud shinobi. Naruto had gone home, and Amaya had just arrived at Sasuke’s house when she began to tend his wounds.
Before she rounded the corner, she heard them talking, and stopped.
“Sakura-san…”
“Yes, Sasuke-kun?” Sakura’s voice was calm, with no hint at all of her former excess of excitement for him.
“Are you and Naruto…together now?” He nearly stammered over the last bit. There was a clatter as Sakura dropped a bottle of ointment onto the floor.
“Ah…” Sakura seemed to be at a loss for words. She didn’t need to be able to see the two of them to know that both of them were blushing furiously, but neither of them could look at the other.
“Gomen, Sakura-san. It isn’t my place to ask. I only wondered because…you seem to like him more now, and you…helped him first.” Sasuke’s voice at this point had begun to sound very unsure. Amaya mentally willed him to knock it off, to be more confident in himself. Was this the same person who went toe to toe with a Legendary Sannin? “Gomen, Sakura-san. I won’t mention it again.”
“NO.” Sakura’s voice had taken on a firm tone.
“W-what?”
“I mean, no, Naruto and I are not—“ Sakura’s voice was still calm and firm, but she did not finish.
“Oh. Ok.” Sasuke’s tone was much lower, and seemed more calm.
Amaya backed herself down the hallway silently, and then started walking back toward the living room, where the two of them were. This time, she let herself be heard coming down the hall. When she got to the doorway of the living room, they were seated three feet apart on the couch. Their hands were folded in their laps, and they were looking away from one another. They were the very picture of innocence. There was only one problem. They were both blushing, and Sasuke’s ears had turned red.
“Sasuke-chan, were you fighting with Naruto-kun?” Amaya asked in an accusatory tone.
“Gomen, onehsan.” He mumbled, and looked at the floor.
She sighed, and then turned to Sakura. “Take care of this block-head, will you Sakura-chan? I don’t know what to do with him.”
“Hai!” Sakura squeaked. She snuck a glance at Sasuke, who was staring at Amaya in disbelief.
His adopted sister flashed him a mischevious grin and waved at him as she left the room, “Bye, Sasuke-chan! Have fun, and no more stupid fights with Naruto!”

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