FF: Bento
Title: Bento
Author: ahzheejhei
Rating: K+
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha // Sakura Haruno
Spoiler warning: Before they were even freaking genin. That’s right, Pre-Massacre... along with possible reasons as to why Sakura would like Sasuke. Mhmm~
Prompt: grapes
Disclaimer: If Kishimoto wasn’t the creator of Naruto and it was me who had this brainchild, then the manga in general wouldn’t be rated for just mild language and violence... kukuku. :3
Summary: Lunchtime was the second most important meal of the day.
Word Count: 662
Author’s Notes: THIS ONE’S JUST FOR YOU, pinkchocolatex! And I’m so trying my very best not to make another version because it’s probably a bad thing when I do that... unless you’d like to see it. ^3^ (In all seriousness, my mind can never be decisive enough. Dang it all...)
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It was a sunny day for this year’s academy students. Plenty of kids were using sticks and plastic shuriken to play “ninja-ball,” while a few others tended to lay out underneath the trees and eat chips while looking at the clouds. The forecast was a high of seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit, slightly cloudy towards the mid-afternoon, and no chance of rain. For all of the students, today wasn’t a bad day at all for Konoha.
“OWW!”
Well, almost everyone.
“God, Sakura, you’re so weak,” Ami snorted, flipping her plum-colored hair to the side. She look to her friends, Fuki and Kasumi, who vehemently nodded in agreement. The six year-old smirked at the cowering girl in front of her, poking her forehead multiple times.
“A-Ami! Please stop it!” Sakura cried out, trying to protect her forehead from physical abuse. It wasn’t much help, though, as the carmel-afro girl-Kasumi, right?-came from behind and held onto Sakura’s arms to stop the temporary shielding.
“You are so not a kunoichi!” Fuki sneered, shaking his head. His dark eyes narrowed as Ami’s pokes became harder. “You’re not even cool enough to be here in the first place...” He picked up the lunchbox that was thrown aside-
“-h-hey! OW! That’s my-”
-and found what he was looking for.
Dango, onigiri... and sesame balls.
“Oi. Ami, Kasumi,” the brunette grinned. “I got the goods! Let’s go before Iruka-sensei catches us again!”
“Hai!”
And with that, the bullying trio left six year-old Sakura Haruno alone with an open lunchbox. Sniffling as she rubbed her forehead gingerly, she picked up the soymilk carton and pressed it against her abused head.
Ah, so much better... she thought, picking up the bag of crackers. It was the only thing that they didn’t take from her, surprisingly. Ami loved Hello Panda crackers brand. It was just luck, I guess...
“Hey, whatcha doing here?”
The little rosette-haired girl looked up and blushed. Standing in front of her was the oh-so-popular Sasuke Uchiha. Coal-black eyes, indigo hair, slightly spiky at the back (which was a current debate amongst the young girls as to whether or not Sasuke-kun was indeed suave enough to use gel in his hair).
OH MY GOD, HE REALLY DOES LOOK CUTE WHEN YOU LOOK UP!
“Sa-Sasuke-kun!”
Sasuke frowned. “You shouldn’t be here, you know; this is the ninja-ball field. You’ll be socked at this rate. Come on,” he grabbed her hand and brought her to a nearby tree. “Whatcha doing over at the field, anyway?”
Sakura blushed, and looked away, keeping her viridian eyes on her lonely fruit bag and milk. “I... I dropped my lunch.” She shyly glanced at him, who was also carrying a lunchbox. “What about you?”
“I don’t feel like playing today,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his mother’s homade onigiri. “The guys are always on the same team, and it gets boring to know your opponent’s moves after playing the game for the seventh time.”
“Oh...”
The two stayed silent, with him finishing his onigiri, and her finishing the crackers and milk.
“Ka-chan said that you should eat more than just carmonhydrates and calshium, you know.”
For the second time, Sakura blushed - this time, even redder. “I... the rest of my lunch fell to the ground. Ka-chan said the five second rule doesn’t count because the bad stuff hits the food when it touches the floor.”
“...that’s what my ka-chan said, too,” Sasuke sighed. He pulled out two bags - one of red grapes, the other of green ones. “Would you like some grapes? Ka-chan gave me two of them for some reason.”
She smiled, reaching out for the small vine of green fruit. “Yeah.”
I GOT FOOD FROM SASUKE-KUN! I GOT FOOD FROM SASUKE-KUN! I CAN’T WAIT TO STUFF THIS ALL OVER AMI’S FACE AND TELL INO-CHAN THIS. BOTH OF THEM WILL FREAK OUT AND BE SO HAPPY FOR ME THAT-
“What’s your name, by the way?”
“Haruno. Sakura Haruno.”
SOON-TO-BE SAKURA UCHIHA! SHĀNNARŌ!
Fin.
Author: ahzheejhei
Rating: K+
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha // Sakura Haruno
Spoiler warning: Before they were even freaking genin. That’s right, Pre-Massacre... along with possible reasons as to why Sakura would like Sasuke. Mhmm~
Prompt: grapes
Disclaimer: If Kishimoto wasn’t the creator of Naruto and it was me who had this brainchild, then the manga in general wouldn’t be rated for just mild language and violence... kukuku. :3
Summary: Lunchtime was the second most important meal of the day.
Word Count: 662
Author’s Notes: THIS ONE’S JUST FOR YOU, pinkchocolatex! And I’m so trying my very best not to make another version because it’s probably a bad thing when I do that... unless you’d like to see it. ^3^ (In all seriousness, my mind can never be decisive enough. Dang it all...)
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It was a sunny day for this year’s academy students. Plenty of kids were using sticks and plastic shuriken to play “ninja-ball,” while a few others tended to lay out underneath the trees and eat chips while looking at the clouds. The forecast was a high of seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit, slightly cloudy towards the mid-afternoon, and no chance of rain. For all of the students, today wasn’t a bad day at all for Konoha.
“OWW!”
Well, almost everyone.
“God, Sakura, you’re so weak,” Ami snorted, flipping her plum-colored hair to the side. She look to her friends, Fuki and Kasumi, who vehemently nodded in agreement. The six year-old smirked at the cowering girl in front of her, poking her forehead multiple times.
“A-Ami! Please stop it!” Sakura cried out, trying to protect her forehead from physical abuse. It wasn’t much help, though, as the carmel-afro girl-Kasumi, right?-came from behind and held onto Sakura’s arms to stop the temporary shielding.
“You are so not a kunoichi!” Fuki sneered, shaking his head. His dark eyes narrowed as Ami’s pokes became harder. “You’re not even cool enough to be here in the first place...” He picked up the lunchbox that was thrown aside-
“-h-hey! OW! That’s my-”
-and found what he was looking for.
Dango, onigiri... and sesame balls.
“Oi. Ami, Kasumi,” the brunette grinned. “I got the goods! Let’s go before Iruka-sensei catches us again!”
“Hai!”
And with that, the bullying trio left six year-old Sakura Haruno alone with an open lunchbox. Sniffling as she rubbed her forehead gingerly, she picked up the soymilk carton and pressed it against her abused head.
Ah, so much better... she thought, picking up the bag of crackers. It was the only thing that they didn’t take from her, surprisingly. Ami loved Hello Panda crackers brand. It was just luck, I guess...
“Hey, whatcha doing here?”
The little rosette-haired girl looked up and blushed. Standing in front of her was the oh-so-popular Sasuke Uchiha. Coal-black eyes, indigo hair, slightly spiky at the back (which was a current debate amongst the young girls as to whether or not Sasuke-kun was indeed suave enough to use gel in his hair).
OH MY GOD, HE REALLY DOES LOOK CUTE WHEN YOU LOOK UP!
“Sa-Sasuke-kun!”
Sasuke frowned. “You shouldn’t be here, you know; this is the ninja-ball field. You’ll be socked at this rate. Come on,” he grabbed her hand and brought her to a nearby tree. “Whatcha doing over at the field, anyway?”
Sakura blushed, and looked away, keeping her viridian eyes on her lonely fruit bag and milk. “I... I dropped my lunch.” She shyly glanced at him, who was also carrying a lunchbox. “What about you?”
“I don’t feel like playing today,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his mother’s homade onigiri. “The guys are always on the same team, and it gets boring to know your opponent’s moves after playing the game for the seventh time.”
“Oh...”
The two stayed silent, with him finishing his onigiri, and her finishing the crackers and milk.
“Ka-chan said that you should eat more than just carmonhydrates and calshium, you know.”
For the second time, Sakura blushed - this time, even redder. “I... the rest of my lunch fell to the ground. Ka-chan said the five second rule doesn’t count because the bad stuff hits the food when it touches the floor.”
“...that’s what my ka-chan said, too,” Sasuke sighed. He pulled out two bags - one of red grapes, the other of green ones. “Would you like some grapes? Ka-chan gave me two of them for some reason.”
She smiled, reaching out for the small vine of green fruit. “Yeah.”
I GOT FOOD FROM SASUKE-KUN! I GOT FOOD FROM SASUKE-KUN! I CAN’T WAIT TO STUFF THIS ALL OVER AMI’S FACE AND TELL INO-CHAN THIS. BOTH OF THEM WILL FREAK OUT AND BE SO HAPPY FOR ME THAT-
“What’s your name, by the way?”
“Haruno. Sakura Haruno.”
SOON-TO-BE SAKURA UCHIHA! SHĀNNARŌ!
Fin.