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Here's a little drabble I wrote for the Kaka/Saku DW com.
Prompt: Oo la la

Sakura was inwardly fuming and would have been stomping down the street if it weren’t for the fact that she was wearing very uncomfortable three-inch heels. She never should have made that stupid bet with Kakashi. Her cheeks blazed red-hot with embarrassment and anger at the memory.

 

He had been down on the ground, and she, standing over his head with her foot positioning firmly over his windpipe. It was then he had managed to choke out, “Sakura, I can see your panties.”

 

He had been lying of course, She had been wearing her trade mark shorts so there was no way he could see up her pink skirt and gawk at her delicates, but the comment had unnerved her enough that she had let down he guard so that Kakashi had been able to turn the tables and win.

 

The bet had been that if Sakura was victorious, the two of them would be attending Konoha’s New Year’s costume party together, Kakashi as Peter Pan (tights and all) and Sakura as his pixie companion. However, if Kakashi won, she had to go, not only in a costume of his choosing but would also be required to say a phrase on command. Sakura thought Kakashi’s terms were odd, but really hadn’t planned on losing to the old man. Now that she was twenty-five, the silver-haired man was nearly forty.   

 

Now as they walked down the street, Sakura was still fuming in her fishnets, garter belts, way too many layers of skirts and the corset that seemed to defy physics as it lifted her meager breasts up to her chin and managed to make them look enormous. She glared at the man next to her who was walking along casually with his hands stuffed in his pockets, totally oblivious to her embarrassment and discomfort.

 

“What are you supposed to be anyway?” she snapped, noting that he had traded in the standard Jounin uniform for an outfit entirely of black.

 

“I’m a ninja,” he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

 

It was at that point Sakura wanted to ditch the party and spend her New Year’s beating Kakashi within an inch of his life, healing him, and doing it all over again.

 

When they arrived at the party at the Hyuuga estate, Hinata greeted them at the main gate.

 

“Kakashi , you’re a ninja! How…creative,” she said with a timid smile. “And Sakura, what are you supposed to be?’

 

Kakashi helpfully chimed in. “She’s a can can girl!”

 

He looked over meaningfully and nodded his head. It was time for the catch phrase.

 

“Oo la la,” Sakura said through gritted teeth, her fist twitching as it longed to punch the dirty old man.

 

Hinata, who was the epitome of politeness had to stifle her laughter with a hand pressed to her mouth. If Hinata reacted like that, how the hell was she going to live this down after Naruto saw her?

 

Tonight was going to be the longest New Year’s ever.

Drabble #2

Another drabble.

Her Oldest Friend

Sakura hugged her threadbare teddy bear, the little fur he had left damp with her tears. There was a time when the bear had been a warm caramel color, but decades of love and cuddling had reduced him to a dirty grayish hue.

 

She had received the stuffed animal as a birthday present. She was so young she couldn’t even remember how old she had turned when her parents presented her with the bear, topped with a big red bow. She had taken him everywhere, and even as a teenager, often slept with him wedged under her arm though she always his him when friends came over. Her younger self had dubbed him with the incredibly masculine name Mr. Cuddleface, and even though she now knew it was a ridiculous name, even for a teddy bear, she continued to refer to him as such.

 

The bear was her oldest friend, sticking with her before she had ever had a rivalry with Ino, before she had joined the ninja academy or made Team 7 and before Sasuke had walked out of her life.

 

Mr. Cuddleface never had words of comfort, and yet hugging him tight and crying into his soft fur made her feel better in a way that no amount of human contact could. He had been there for her when the fifth hokage met his untimely end, when the nights were lonely and long and both Naruto and Sasuke had left the village in search of their own ambitions, when she had suffered through a long day at the hospital and had to watch a patient she couldn’t save die as she watched helplessly.

 

Mr. Cuddleface had never let her down, and he was here for her now, even though his stuffing was falling out and his worn button eyes had lost their luster. She hugged him tight while looking at the framed picture sitting on her bed, the one of Team 7 taken back when she was still hopeful and excited about being a ninja, the romance of the profession still intact.

 

She had seen her share of death, far more than a girl of twenty-three should have, but nothing had prepared her for watching her sensei fall, dead before she could blink an eye, let alone rush to his aid and heal him.

 

She knew she shouldn’t blame herself, but couldn’t help but feel like there was something she could have done to prevent that kunai from piercing his heart.

 

Her body was wracked by fresh sobs and she squeezed Mr. Cuddleface even tighter. She had not only lost her sensei, but lost a dear friend, and would forever miss the way he was never on time or the way he ruffled her bangs even though she was far too old for that.  

 

His funeral would be held tomorrow and she would have to appear without her threadbare teddy. After that, she would have to make it through one day at a time, just as she always had.