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[naruto] Teamwork2, beginning of chapter 4
This one is Sakura POV, and i'm stuck on the next scene because it's Tsunade/Sakura and I don't like writing Tsunade, especially since their relationship is different from canon and i need to figure out how much. Besides i don't like writing tsunade. it's not as bad as writing Iruka, though. =_= Ino / Sakura, though? LOVE. They make me want to ship them, goddamnit. XD
Sakura started the day like she had started the previous one, and the one before that : kneeling on the bathroom floor as she emptied her stomach. The tiles were hard and cold under her bare knees, and the large t-shirt she was using as a nightdress was too thin to help much.
Behind her, Ino was wincing, as much in sympathy as in disgust. She stepped closer, combing her own messy locks sleepily. "Are you done?"
Sakura dry-heaved a last time and then sat back on the floor, blearily looking up. "Now, yes," she grunted as she accepted the glass of water Ino was holding out. She rinsed her mouth and spat inelegantly in the toilet, grimacing.
"How long has it been?"
"... One week."
"... Well. Crap. It's already that bad? You should go to a doctor, you're not going to ride this out."
Sakura winced. "Yes, well, it's kind of linked to that problem with Naruto having kids that I can't explain, so if I want anything for it, I'll have to go to the Hokage..."
Ino scowled. "I see. Well, you better get an appointment as fast as possible, the way it's going..."
"I know," Sakura sighed, and opened the faucet to wash her face. She sighed again, then, catching sight of Ino in the mirror, snickered weakly. "Your hair looks like a windblown straw pile."
"Yours looks like cotton candy that has exploded all over a bird's nest."
"Yeah, well, you have big ugly shadows under your eyes!" she shot back with a bit more strength, fighting Ino for the hairbrush.
"And you're still yucky and green ! Did anyone tell you it was a good idea to match with your eye color? Because they lied!"
"Better than being pig-butt-colored!!"
Snarking at each other playfully, they went through their morning routine, until Ino's mother interrupted them by knocking at the bathroom door and yelling at them to keep it down.
The first time Ino's mom had yelled at them, years ago, Sakura had frozen, and then exploded in embarrassed apologies. Nowadays, she was familiar enough with the Yamanakas to throw in a quick "sorry!" before Ino started yelling back. She knew the difference between angry yelling and yelling just for the hell of it, which they did a lot of. So long as no weapons showed up, it was harmless. It still seemed weird to her, but it was part of who Ino was.
She almost never invited Ino home overnight, though, because while Ino never yelled like that with anyone else, and Sakura's own parents never said anything, she had a feeling they found her best friend somewhat badly raised.
"Yeah, yeah," Ino finally capitulated when she was done washing her teeth, and shoved Sakura out of the bathroom with her hip. "Hold your horses, your majesty. Here's your bathroom."
Sakura gave the graying woman a sheepish wince/smile along with a little greeting wave as Ino pushed her down the corridor and into her bedroom.
"So," the blonde said as she disappeared in her walk-in closet. "I need to be at the shop at noon. Dad's leaving for a mission this afternoon, and mom just got back from hers, so she needs downtime. You want we go see the Hokage this morning?"
Sakura hesitated. She didn't feel that sick, really -- she could endure it, she... /We are NOT going to be masochistic about it./
"Okay, fine." No need to wait too long. Tsunade-sama had told her to come back whenever she needed it, and while she could endure the morning sickness a little while longer, she wasn't going to spit on an occasion to get rid of it either, as much like whining as it seemed to her.
She found the last of her fresh clothes -- maybe Sasuke would let her wash her clothes at his place; she hadn't brought enough to last her much longer and she didn't feel right invading the Yamanakas so much -- then followed Ino to the kitchen.
Inoshi had left a few hours earlier, and his wife would be in the bathroom for a hour at least, so there was no chance to cross either of them. Sakura sat down heavily and slumped gracelessly on the tabletop. She always made an effort to appear extra-polite around the Yamanakas, because after all they were housing her against her parents' wishes, but right now all she wanted was to be comatose a little while longer. She still felt queasy and off-kilter; from what had happened the days before, it would be at least a half-hour before that went away.
"Cocoa?" Ino asked brightly as she puttered around the kitchen.
"Urgh, no. I'd throw up again."
"Or maybe some nice greasy eggs and --"
"Finish that sentence and you'll be wearing them, Ino-pig," Sakura growled, resting her chin on her crossed arms.
Sakura started the day like she had started the previous one, and the one before that : kneeling on the bathroom floor as she emptied her stomach. The tiles were hard and cold under her bare knees, and the large t-shirt she was using as a nightdress was too thin to help much.
Behind her, Ino was wincing, as much in sympathy as in disgust. She stepped closer, combing her own messy locks sleepily. "Are you done?"
Sakura dry-heaved a last time and then sat back on the floor, blearily looking up. "Now, yes," she grunted as she accepted the glass of water Ino was holding out. She rinsed her mouth and spat inelegantly in the toilet, grimacing.
"How long has it been?"
"... One week."
"... Well. Crap. It's already that bad? You should go to a doctor, you're not going to ride this out."
Sakura winced. "Yes, well, it's kind of linked to that problem with Naruto having kids that I can't explain, so if I want anything for it, I'll have to go to the Hokage..."
Ino scowled. "I see. Well, you better get an appointment as fast as possible, the way it's going..."
"I know," Sakura sighed, and opened the faucet to wash her face. She sighed again, then, catching sight of Ino in the mirror, snickered weakly. "Your hair looks like a windblown straw pile."
"Yours looks like cotton candy that has exploded all over a bird's nest."
"Yeah, well, you have big ugly shadows under your eyes!" she shot back with a bit more strength, fighting Ino for the hairbrush.
"And you're still yucky and green ! Did anyone tell you it was a good idea to match with your eye color? Because they lied!"
"Better than being pig-butt-colored!!"
Snarking at each other playfully, they went through their morning routine, until Ino's mother interrupted them by knocking at the bathroom door and yelling at them to keep it down.
The first time Ino's mom had yelled at them, years ago, Sakura had frozen, and then exploded in embarrassed apologies. Nowadays, she was familiar enough with the Yamanakas to throw in a quick "sorry!" before Ino started yelling back. She knew the difference between angry yelling and yelling just for the hell of it, which they did a lot of. So long as no weapons showed up, it was harmless. It still seemed weird to her, but it was part of who Ino was.
She almost never invited Ino home overnight, though, because while Ino never yelled like that with anyone else, and Sakura's own parents never said anything, she had a feeling they found her best friend somewhat badly raised.
"Yeah, yeah," Ino finally capitulated when she was done washing her teeth, and shoved Sakura out of the bathroom with her hip. "Hold your horses, your majesty. Here's your bathroom."
Sakura gave the graying woman a sheepish wince/smile along with a little greeting wave as Ino pushed her down the corridor and into her bedroom.
"So," the blonde said as she disappeared in her walk-in closet. "I need to be at the shop at noon. Dad's leaving for a mission this afternoon, and mom just got back from hers, so she needs downtime. You want we go see the Hokage this morning?"
Sakura hesitated. She didn't feel that sick, really -- she could endure it, she... /We are NOT going to be masochistic about it./
"Okay, fine." No need to wait too long. Tsunade-sama had told her to come back whenever she needed it, and while she could endure the morning sickness a little while longer, she wasn't going to spit on an occasion to get rid of it either, as much like whining as it seemed to her.
She found the last of her fresh clothes -- maybe Sasuke would let her wash her clothes at his place; she hadn't brought enough to last her much longer and she didn't feel right invading the Yamanakas so much -- then followed Ino to the kitchen.
Inoshi had left a few hours earlier, and his wife would be in the bathroom for a hour at least, so there was no chance to cross either of them. Sakura sat down heavily and slumped gracelessly on the tabletop. She always made an effort to appear extra-polite around the Yamanakas, because after all they were housing her against her parents' wishes, but right now all she wanted was to be comatose a little while longer. She still felt queasy and off-kilter; from what had happened the days before, it would be at least a half-hour before that went away.
"Cocoa?" Ino asked brightly as she puttered around the kitchen.
"Urgh, no. I'd throw up again."
"Or maybe some nice greasy eggs and --"
"Finish that sentence and you'll be wearing them, Ino-pig," Sakura growled, resting her chin on her crossed arms.
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She still felt queasy and off-quilter; from what had happened the days before, it would be at least a half-hour before that went away.
it should be "off-kilter".
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I like the contrasts between the Yamanakas and the Harunos, and the way Ino's being patient and good and not asking for details about the-thing-with-Naruto that Sakura can't tell her about. (I wonder how long she can keep that up before she explodes from curiosity?)
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Teamwork is still wonderful and amazing and love. *♥ for Asuka* And I love the little implications about Sakura's parents, too.
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Et au fait, pour la première fois de Sakura, je me demandais ce que pouvais bien en penser cette chère inner!Sakura ^^
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In English you 'turn on' a faucet/tap, not open it. Even though it logically makes no sense. *shrug*
And you've got Ino washing her teeth when it should be brushing them.
As usual, story=yay.
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