Sakura (How to Obtain a Reverse Harem in Naruto)

I Can't Cake My Eyes Off You!

Kakashi took another sip of his fruity drink, turned his head and looked me dead in the eye as he deadpanned, "Fascinating."

I wagged my finger at him. "You're a stinker sometimes. But I love you."

"I know you love me," he returned. "I appreciate it."

I gasped, my eyes wide as I turned back to face him. "Really?!"

"Really what?" Kakashi asked, his face pale as he started to inch away.

"You appreciate me!"

"I didn't say that."

"You did, though!"

"Nope. Bye," he said before immediately substituting himself with a log and fleeing.

With a soft smile, I placed a hand over my heart.

'Silly fella. I'll always love ya.'

'Always and always.'

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On the day that Nagato was set to invade, Itachi and I headed out of the village. There really was no need for either of us to partake in the invasion. Itachi because he was still recovering, and I because I was way too valuable to even risk accidental death.

Sasuke was supposed to come with us, but he actually went off to train with the toads with Naruto in a surprising show of friendship.

Well, maybe not friendship so much as I let it slip that Naruto was going to get one hell of an upgrade by training out there, and Sasuke absolutely had to get the same upgrade. Goggle Gods forbid his butt buddy can't be stronger than him.

In lieu of Sasuke not coming Kakashi was intended to take his place, but ever since his accidental "confessed" the poor boy has been avoiding me. What a cutie!

That wasn't to say that Kakashi wasn't going to come with us—he didn't mention not tagging along—but I thought I'd be nice and considerate and just lie to Itachi about what time to meet up and sneak out.

A lot more fun that way in case something exciting happens to us.

Like a certain Obito kidnapping me!

Please?

Itachi walked steadily behind me through the forest as we marched toward Kirigakure. I wasn't actually going to go to Kirigakure, but I had an itch in my head that told me that I would run into Haku if I headed off in that direction long enough.

"Itachi?" I asked him, hoisting up my backpack further on my shoulders. "What kind of cat ears would—"

"OOOOIIII! BIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

"Oh, God, no," Kakuzu moaned, his voice laced with despair as he buried his face in his hands.

"I had hoped he was dead," Sasori whispered, a thousand-yard stare entering his eyes.

"I wish I had some ibuprofen, yeah," Deidara sighed, rubbing his forehead for the oncoming headache that was Hidan.

To my delighted surprise I found Hidan barreling to us through the woods with a smirking Anko behind him. Hidan, no longer in Akatsuki robes, was now dressed in tight black pants and ripped up shirt.

Oddly enough they actually looked like Anko's old clothes—

"BASTARD!" I joyously cried out, sprinting head on toward the sexy silver haired Jashinist.

Hidan accepted my hug as fellow disciple. "The cookies were great, and Anko's a halfway decent disciple."

"Halfway decent?" Anko snapped, offended. "I'm amazing, thank you."