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(teamwork) tidbit from chapter 5, scene 2~
I wrote more than that, actually, but I don't wanna share right now because i'm cruel and evil and still figuring things out. :p
Over the next two weeks, his resolve to behave like a professional was sorely tested.
Along with the usual weeding and gardening ("... Splash me with mud again and DIE."), delivering messages, food and heavy items all over Konoha ("betcha I'll be done first!"), carrying old women's purchases ("Such a handsome and well-behaved young man. Tell me, do you know my granddaughter Emi? She's about your age and..."), they also had the good luck of collecting kunai lost by academy students during a field trip ("How the HELL did that land there?"), assisting the teacher of the five-year-old kids ("It's like herding cats..." "I'd rather BE herding cats!" "... Sasuke... tell me ours will take after Shika and just stay put all day..."), and babysitting/bodyguarding the nephew of some noble or other during a trip to an amusement park ("Naruto, damn it, you don't spank your customer!" "Spoiled brat deserved worse! He was only pretending to cry anyway." "Yeah, but his parents aren't pretending to dock our pay, you retard.").
Then Hokage-sama needed her library sorted out and the subjects of her scrolls noted down ("Oh wow, that's really gross. Look, Sasuke!" "... Get that scroll out of my face if you don't want it stuffed up your ass." "Less flirting, more lifting, brats -- you still have these crates to do."), and then it was laundry at the hospital ("oh, OWW, they've put electric fences around the water tower!" "...I wonder why, moron." "... Oh, right. Uh... Sasuke..." "Less whispering, more sheets hanging, boys! And I better not see you using these laundry baskets for anything untoward, alright?" "What?! We weren't --" "Oh, you weren't inappropriate, but them foxes, they're all perverts, you can't trust 'em. Guard your rear, child." "...You want your rear guarded, Saaaasuke-kun?" "Oh, shut up -- and don't even think about it."), and then it was replacing orderlies at the senile old ninjas ward ("well at least there's not too many of them --" ZING "--but who the HELL thought they should get to keep shuriken?!" "You don't want to deal with the paranoia they work themselves into when we try to take their weapons, kid. You don't. They haven't lived so long because they're -- watch out!" "... Shower. Where." "... Uh. At least the bedpan was changed a few hours ago?" "SHOWER. WHERE.")
Sasuke did his very best to stay professional, though he sorely missed Sakura at times. Competing with Naruto could make the most tedious physical tasks entertaining, and Naruto never got hurt when Sasuke felt like not talking and tuned him out, but there were moments he wondered how they could do anything without her to play the diplomat between the two of them. They play-fought, even knowing that there were moments when it wasn't appropriate, about as often as they fought seriously, with cutting words and fists to the face -- and they were both too stubborn to apologize afterwards.
And she was the only one who actually knew anything about the hospital and its residents -- or, hell, the only one who had any nurturing instincts at all, not to mention actual patience -- and she was too busy kicking the shit out of things to keep the crazy old coots at bay. Did he look like a goddamn nurse to the sadist who gave these missions out?
Over the next two weeks, his resolve to behave like a professional was sorely tested.
Along with the usual weeding and gardening ("... Splash me with mud again and DIE."), delivering messages, food and heavy items all over Konoha ("betcha I'll be done first!"), carrying old women's purchases ("Such a handsome and well-behaved young man. Tell me, do you know my granddaughter Emi? She's about your age and..."), they also had the good luck of collecting kunai lost by academy students during a field trip ("How the HELL did that land there?"), assisting the teacher of the five-year-old kids ("It's like herding cats..." "I'd rather BE herding cats!" "... Sasuke... tell me ours will take after Shika and just stay put all day..."), and babysitting/bodyguarding the nephew of some noble or other during a trip to an amusement park ("Naruto, damn it, you don't spank your customer!" "Spoiled brat deserved worse! He was only pretending to cry anyway." "Yeah, but his parents aren't pretending to dock our pay, you retard.").
Then Hokage-sama needed her library sorted out and the subjects of her scrolls noted down ("Oh wow, that's really gross. Look, Sasuke!" "... Get that scroll out of my face if you don't want it stuffed up your ass." "Less flirting, more lifting, brats -- you still have these crates to do."), and then it was laundry at the hospital ("oh, OWW, they've put electric fences around the water tower!" "...I wonder why, moron." "... Oh, right. Uh... Sasuke..." "Less whispering, more sheets hanging, boys! And I better not see you using these laundry baskets for anything untoward, alright?" "What?! We weren't --" "Oh, you weren't inappropriate, but them foxes, they're all perverts, you can't trust 'em. Guard your rear, child." "...You want your rear guarded, Saaaasuke-kun?" "Oh, shut up -- and don't even think about it."), and then it was replacing orderlies at the senile old ninjas ward ("well at least there's not too many of them --" ZING "--but who the HELL thought they should get to keep shuriken?!" "You don't want to deal with the paranoia they work themselves into when we try to take their weapons, kid. You don't. They haven't lived so long because they're -- watch out!" "... Shower. Where." "... Uh. At least the bedpan was changed a few hours ago?" "SHOWER. WHERE.")
Sasuke did his very best to stay professional, though he sorely missed Sakura at times. Competing with Naruto could make the most tedious physical tasks entertaining, and Naruto never got hurt when Sasuke felt like not talking and tuned him out, but there were moments he wondered how they could do anything without her to play the diplomat between the two of them. They play-fought, even knowing that there were moments when it wasn't appropriate, about as often as they fought seriously, with cutting words and fists to the face -- and they were both too stubborn to apologize afterwards.
And she was the only one who actually knew anything about the hospital and its residents -- or, hell, the only one who had any nurturing instincts at all, not to mention actual patience -- and she was too busy kicking the shit out of things to keep the crazy old coots at bay. Did he look like a goddamn nurse to the sadist who gave these missions out?