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18 Her free day . . . It was a nice sunny Sunday in the Yamanaka's manor and the warmth made them all very lazy… Sakura looked down at her wristwatch and noticed it was barely 9 in the morning; she sipped at her lemonade very lazily while she watched Ino getting a tan in the huge backyard. Sakura wasn't new to this kind of things; she used to like it, but over time she came to the realization that her pink hair would look a bit weird with a tanned skin and so she remained only getting a light sunbathing. She always had enjoyed coming over and spending the day with Ino talking idly as she watched the blonde painting her nails, getting a

17 His shy friend . . . "You haven't signed this yet, Naruto! What's wrong with you?" Tsunade yelled over the mountains of paper work that were now piling in his desk while he daydreamed. The blonde hokage cringed and snapped out of his reverie as he tried to follow her indications; he was just too immersed in his own life and troubles to actually pay attention to other stuff. It was a bit weird that even after all this time of being in love with one person he could still feel so giddy and surprised; one would say that the experience of rejection would've made him less lightheaded and more sober when it came to her, but no. He had all

16 Her throbbing heart . . . Sakura's bedroom was her best place in the whole world to take a nap; once the curtains were closed the bedroom would be buried in such a darkened slumber that she'd find it hard to wake up if not for the coldness that remained. That was the main reason why she was a bit confused by the current feelings; she could feel a hard light against her closed eyelids; it almost burned. Even if the light truly bothered her, she had to admit that the warmth that was wrapped around her body was the best feeling so far; she could endure the light; find a way to avoid it… Turning her head to the source of warmth she felt

15 His dinner . . . Sakura was not particularly pleased with how things had gone after the audience; the council barely knew anything about her and they had deemed that she had to be the one to make the biggest of changes regarding her schedule reducing her working hours to the minimum so she was available for the Hokage whenever he needed her. 8 hours a day at the hospital from Monday to Friday, and two hours regarding her research and classes; she knew it'd be something rather harsh on her students, but she needed to rush things with them so she could made it to Suna at the end of June. On other subjects that were addressed that day

14 His dream . . . Over the next few days that remained to the Saturday, Naruto failed to ask Tsunade about his worries of becoming Hokage; mostly the part regarding marriage. On Saturday he sat in her office with a downcast look, he was terrified and he was seriously worried about the outcome of the whole ordeal. On the other side Tsunade had faith on him; his devotion to the charge and everything he had done through the years; she knew Jiraiya would be proud to see him wearing those clothes that fitted his adult body so well; she felt proud; like a mother would; two of the most important people she had now were about to become really

13 His neighbor . . . A week went by and a few more days and soon it'd be Saturday and then the ceremony of pronouncement for the next hokage; of course Naruto was still oblivious to the fact and Tsunade would only tell him the day before… He had been attending lots of meeting with the council and other things and he was tired about it all; too many protocol and everything seemed really confusing, but in his mind he could only think about the marriage thing; it made him sleepless at nights and he really wanted to simply ask if it was true he'd have to marry as soon… He was having second thoughts about becoming Hokage; there were so man

12 His happiness . . . Naruto was grinning widely as he entered the small stand of ramen he loved so much; he was spotted by the old cook and the man returned the grin with confusion. "Old man! I want the biggest bowl of pork ramen!" he practically yelled with happiness radiating from him. "Right away! It's been a while since the last time I saw you this eager…" the old man replied and then Naruto sniggered foxlike and stepped aside to reveal Sakura that was busy taking off her white coat and looking around with a warm smile. "It's because Sakura-chan accepted to come with me tonight!" Naruto said still grinning as he sat on a stool a

11 His research . . . "Why?" Naruto asked with confusion and staring straight into Tsunade's brown orbs; she was sending him to a really stupid mission. "What do you mean why?" she asked with annoyance. "You'll be hokage very soon and I need you to understand this topic to the best of your knowledge!" she snapped angrily. "But… won't I have an assistant that will know everything about this?" he asked while fidgeting lightly in his seat. "I am not really good with remembering high volumes of reading material…" he tried to explain and Tsunade sighed. "I know, but this information is something you need to know; we have a few bo

10 Her dream . . . After being healed for most part of the morning and after taking in all the information Tsunade wanted to share with her, Sakura made her way finally back to her home. In the midst of everything that had happened since the early morning she couldn't even care about her appearance as she walked home. She had seen girls in flimsier clothes and she was really tired; all she wanted was get home, have something to eat and then go the her bedroom and read some book in bed. Finally a long sigh escaped her lips as she spotted the bakery; it was soon to be midday and she could see her father reading the paper on the counter,

9 His argument . . . Naruto grunted as she managed to land a punch to his gut and he was sent backward dragging his feet on the ground; she was weakening… It was only natural after 2 hours in a row of this, but he noticed that there was something weird about her movements. He could see it; she was better, she had much more balance and her fighting style was clearer; precise movements as if she was dancing; it was really good and something worth of seeing, but she got tired easily. Her perfect control of chakra was what was helping her so far. He wasn't fighting and that was the only reason why she hadn't given up; she felt he wasn