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[LOG: in-progress and truly very epic]

When; Christmas Eve, December 24th, evening
Rating; PG-13, I hope
Characters; THE GODDAMN NARUTO CAST ~~can't be bothered to list them all~~[Sakura, Rin, Obito, Shikamaru, Naruto, Neji, Tenten, Lee, Gai, Temari, Kakashi, Gaara ~~did I forget anyone orzffffuck~~]
Summary; Ninjas go at it in style. A little bit of peace (?), the celebration of a 'family get-together', lots of food, and a startling lack of Christianism. Leave presents at the door
Log;

Sakura's apartment was several degrees warmer because of all the cooking that had been going on the whole day. The living room was cleaner, brighter and warmer, with a huge Christmas tree in the middle, already decorated. She had already laid her presents under it, as tradition demanded it, and was adding the finishing touches to the house. Shoving Naruto's socks under the couch, for example. Checking to see that no-one had started eating the food before the guests arrived.

Her mother would have been downright proud of her, if she could see her daughter right now. She was doing everything that the perfect wife, housewife or civillian woman. Her mother would not know, however, that she didn't do it because she felt that these activities were something women had to do, but because she was selfish, selfish, and wanted to be the one person to put a smile on everyone's faces tonight by organizing this dinner. This place allowed for maybe not much freedom, but whatever occasion arised, Sakura grasped it tightly.

All these people were like her family now. Of course she would find it her duty, her uttermost obligation, to aid in making them happy on this day. If the books had taught her anything, it was that Christmas was a day for celebrating happiness.

Content with the state of the apartment, she served herself a cup of tea, and took a seat on the couch. "Things'll be better."

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He had always been a punctual person, though not usually by choice. Opening the door with a sigh, Shikamaru slowly made his way into the apartment, finally plopping down onto the couch not so far away from Sakura, both arms sprawled over the backrest.

His shift with the seals over, and even he could see that pretty soon, keeping up with the ridiculous seals shift schedule wouldn't be necessary. They weren't holding. It was a pain in the ass, but it wasn't far off from saying the seals would be permanent. Well, he wished it was that easy, but nothing ever was, was it? In all his complaining, Shikamaru had always been good at improvisation. So why stop now?

"Yeah, sure it will," he mumbled in response to her statement, his head leaning back.

Edited 2008-12-24 19:58 (UTC)

Sakura registered his presence ever since he'd stepped into the apartment, though it was unnecessary to ask where he'd been. The seals, of course. She was good with seals, good enough to realise they were not holding up very well. Maybe they would have, against a ninja, but Road Camelot was different, obviously. However, she would face the difficulty when it arrived--so maybe she liked planning ahead, and organizing everything very very well, but for tonight. They deserved a small break. From everything in general.

"You want some tea, pain in the ass?" she murmured, half-smiling at him.

Waving a hand over his head, Shikamaru continued to look at the ceiling. This would have been really comfortable if the ceiling wasn't, you know, the ceiling and he could watch his clouds from here. But for now, he sloooowly leaned forward and paid no attention to his surroundings, closing his eyes and nodding a bit.

"Yeah," he replied. "You offering?"

And as usual, no apparent response to hospitality. Or even the fact that the apartment had been fixed up to host that one particular dinner party. But that was just how he was; even if he wasn't the most socially inept person was (he could think of one tiny Uchiha to take that title), he wasn't the most vocal type about his excitement (did he have any?) or even his appreciation.

She offered him a small shrug, and stood up, walking to the kitchen again. He deserved as much...everyone deserved someone to be there for them when they were tired. If she had had someone to bring her tea after every long day of training, or at the hospital, she would have physically chained herself to them.

Returning with the cup for the boy, she set it in front of him, still smiling slightly. "Only 'cause it's Christmas."

"I should take advantage of this." But he didn't move an inch, not until Sakura moved back to her seat, before reaching out for the cup set in front of him. Blowing into the cup, Shikamaru raised a brow at the girl, noting her chipper attitude. And the fact that she hasn't verbally abused him yet.

"So when are you expecting everyone?"

"Whenever they decide to arrive, I guess. Dinner won't start otherwise, so I hope that soon," she answered, her turn to hold her hands under her head and lean back.

Idle conversation was just that. Idle conversation. And Shikamaru was never good at it. "They'd better arrive soon or I'll be really..." What's the proper word again? Shikamaru scrunched his nose and took a sip out of his tea. "... hungry."

"The food's done anyway." Idle conversation never marched well with them, anyway. Sometimes, he could be so idle it made her want to smack him out of it; this time, however, she decided to give him something to do.

"Okay, wait," she told him, then went to take a package from under the tree, and put it in his lap. "For you."

"You do realize I didn't get anything for you," he replied, placing a hand on the present before putting it to the side. No, his mother had always taught him to be polite, even if his mannerisms didn't... always... reflect it, and opening presents in front of people were one of those lessons. "Probably never will."

Bluntness. It's his forte. Sakura probably already knew what he had said even before she went out and bought presents for him and everyone. They had known each other since they were young, after all. The closest thing to a childhood friend, right?

"But... thanks."

"I know that," she waved him off dissmissively. "I didn't give you that expecting anything in return. Although, I'll probably benefit from it myself," she mused, and went back to her cup of tea.

"So...about yesterday..."

"... we can pretend it never happened," he replied, slouching on the couch more than ever. Sakura was already scary enough with a lost temper. Older? Who knew she could be that scary? He doesn't want to know. He doesn't ever want to end up with a woman like her.

"Or we can acknowledge that it did. It doesn't particularly affect me in any way."

"Mm," she vaguely responded, then glanced at him with amusent. "You need to run faster," she told him, snorting into her cup.

"Too troublesome." Beaten by a girl why. He finishes the tea and places it on the table, letting out a yawn. "I can't be bothered to, unless I have to." He's not looking at anything in particular, save for his empty cup. Too many things on his mind.

That seal. Those Noah. The plan that couldn't be adapted because things were too unpredictable.

"Yeah, but the way you keep pissing people--me--off, you'll need to learn, eventually," she sighed. "Though I shouldn't be saying this, since than I wouldn't be able to catch you as quickly."

"What's changed? I'm pretty sure in the future, I'll be even better at running away from you." It's the truth! He's getting better nowadays, isn't he? Shikamaru stood up and picked up the cup, walking towards the kitchen with it in hand.

"Yeah," she started, standing up to follow him. Nagging over his shoulder? Her favourite hobby! "But by then I'll have learned all your tricks and hiding places, and there'll be no use."

Oh my god when will she ever leave him alone? It's like Ino, but ten times worse. With precision, he place the cup in the sink, turning around to look at the medic-nin with an unphased expression. He's far too used to this; Ino would laugh at his face at this point. "You keep dreaming."

She smirked. "I've better things to dream about than that, Shikamaru-kun~"

He places two fingers on her forehead, and pushes her back. "I have a feeling I don't want to know." And so he makes his way back to the couch, picks up his present, and waves an idle hand at Sakura. "I'm taking a nap. I'm sure you guys will wake me up once everyone comes strolling in, loud bastards."

She made a strangled noise, shaking her fist at his back. He had to poke his forehead didn't he? Bastard. Baaaaastard.

But that's fine.

That's fine.

She'll just make noise on her own, until the others come.

Even though...he's probably tired from his shift, and...it would not be fair. Obviously, so...maybe she won't. Self-disuaded from her evil ways, she plomped herself on the couch again, pouting mildly in disgruntlement.

Obito paused outside the door of Rin's flat, licked the palm of his hand and tried to flatten his hair. The second he removed his hand, the spikes returned to their asymmetric angles. Ah well, maybe people would think that was part of his natural charm. He wasn't sure who was going to be there, but if they were all from his world, that would make it easier? Right? His memory didn't help by reminding him he never did well at family gatherings.

Straightening himself in a confident manner, he shoved the door wide open, said "Hel-" and tripped over the doorway to fall flat on his face.

He got up quickly. "-lo."

With a most jubilant and pleasant countenance, the eccentrically beautiful man had thankfully fought all urges to come in through the chimney or window, and instead make a more subtle and less dynamic entrance at the threshold of the front door.

Though he was almost certain that form-fitting jumpsuits had universal appeal and were invariably appropriate for every occasion possible, he assumed (perhaps incorrectly) that everyone would be wearing something fancy to this gathering. Attempting to emulate that incredibly sexy and lewd man, Cross, he'd come in a nice black suit and cravat. Which would look somewhat normal, hadn't he bought the ridiculous green and pink scarf to wrap around his neck, or the orange polka-dot tie, or the really tacky belt that didn't even fit with his outfit and served no purpose. He thought it would accentuate his hips.

Poking his head in to peek around, he felt triumphant at being one of the first to arrive. Hopefully, that had meant that he'd be able to sit beside Sakura and spend enough time with her in private to hopefully give her the extravagant gifts he had purchased for her.

Upon spotting the young woman (who would really look a lot better in the dress he'd bought her), he stood straight with a stern and determined visage, waiting for her to make eye contact with him so he could DEMAND she come to his attention.

So. You better not ignore him and play it all hip and cool, Sakura. Or he'll just get more and more obnoxious.

Maybe not many did bother, but Sakura at least tried (http://www.edressme.com/ch031208.html#) to step outside of her working clothes. (Not to mention it was extremely easy to rip in case she has to fight anyone--even though she hoped the occasion would not arrive this night--, and she had shorts underneath, form fitting enough to not be seen. Sure, it would be a ruin to the pretty dress--the only formal-wear dress she owned in the City--but a ninja's code said stop at nothing. It said nothing about 'fight naked if you must', hence the shorts.)

It felt good, it made her feel a bit prettier and more self-confident, which she wasn't very much outside the battleground, or the hospital ward. Put an injured man on a table and she'd have him up and about in thirty minutes (give or take), but never ask her what sort of underwear a girl her age must wear to appeal men. (Cotton whites were practical; they were ninja! Not geisha, for crying out loud!) Yet tonight, maybe even Ino would've been proud of her. If she wouldn't have been too busy joining in a friendly competition of out-nagging Shikamaru. Throwing a slight glare towards the boy--still on the couch, now talking to his friend the Shinigami?--she went around the living room table and headed to the hallway.

"Shoes are killing me," she muttered to herself, taking off the high heels and wondering what the hell she'd been thinking, buying them in the first place. Her toes pressed comfortably into the carpet, she wiggled them a bit, and looked up. And saw a pair of black pants. Well that was nice.

And a belt. What the hell.

The tie.

The scarf.

"What were you thinking?" she hissed/whined/moaned in agony. Even she, not a big expert at all in fashion, was aware that all that was a crime. Against it. And as a ninja, it is my duty to punish it by death.

Okay, it isn't.

But it should be.

Edited 2009-01-04 23:44 (UTC)

The serious look on his face faltered at her question, replaced with a puzzled expression. Perhaps he had arrived too early, and she was not properly made up, yet?

It was only fair to let her know how beautiful she looked, regardless. That way, she could not be so embarrassed to be around him! If she knew that he thought she looked fine either way, and so did Lee and anyone with a brain, really ...

Speaking of Lee. Where was he? He decided he'd worry about that later. As long as Gaara had not seduced him completely out of his life ....

"Before you say anything further, know that I am utterly titillated and entranced by your beauty tonight! Such youthful attire, your aura is practically glowing!" He set his presents down by the door, before finishing his proclamation of adulation.

"You've certainly outdone yourself! Your eyes sparkle like two full moons! Two ... full. Green moons."

Slipping a hand through his hair, he slicked it back (only for it to ... fall back into bowl-cutty place as soon as he let go) and gave her a wink, posing by the door.

"How do I look?" He tugged on his stylish scarf, sparkling and pinging at her. "Don't fall in love with me yet, we've only recently met."

"I...think...I'll be safe from falling in love with you, yeah," she ventured to answer, then added in a dry voice, "And please keep the titillating to a minimum."

But no, no, she had to do something about his look, because, dear God, Maito Gai actually could look nice in a suit. If you took away all his pimpin'. "You look...extravagant. As usual. Please feel free to take your scarf off, it's warm in here and I don't want you to perspire too much that when you return home you'll catch a cold," she instructed.

"Food's in the living room, as is everyone else." And with that she headed to her bedroom. Hopefully she'd find a pair of shoes that wouldn't kill her. Or just take the heels off from these.

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RIGHT AFTER SHE PLOPS HER FAT ASS DOWN; Shikamaru on the living room couch with... Sakura. :')

Shikamaru's LAZY LAZY ASS on the living room couch with BEAUTIFUL Sakura. bitch

Shikamaru's FINE FINE ASS on the living room couch with SAKURA TTLY CHECKING HIM OUT.

Shikamaru's HORRIBLY FLAT ASS FROM ALL THAT SITTING AROUND ON IT and SAKURA'S BOUNCY, FIT ONE.

Shikamaru's... ... ... ... WELL YOU'RE FAT, SAKURA.

THEY'RE BABY-MAKING HIPS YOU FUCKING IDIOT, AND THE FINEST FEMALE ASS IN KONOHA HHHHo

WHATEVER LOLOL EXCUSES, EXCUSES, SHE'S STILL FATTER THAN INO. 8)

THANK YOU GOD

klfadfas LMFAO yeah ino is pretty skinny

sakura has love-handles

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Obito being late but not horribly late and whoever?

Gai NOT being late despite .. RPer being late 8|

mm punctuality is rewarded with imaginary sex? C:

:} TH-THANK YOU SOB

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