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sarolynne to blackmail me into writing. No writing = no rp. Writing = bribefic from her.
Result, of course, being much typetypetype-ing.
It still isn't coming very easily at all, and I might have to rewrite things. But hey!! I've gota whole page FOUR PAGES now.
I hate, hate, HATE formal family things. Can you see my lack of familiarity with that sort of stuff?
Even with Ino stopping them to shove a bouquet of flowers in Naruto's arms, "for Sakura's mom", they arrived with five minutes to spare, and wasted a few of them with Sakura lecturing and fussing at Naruto and him a little more.
Sasuke would have been fine without the lecture, but Naruto had to be a nervous, bouncing ball of nerves, and that meant Sasuke got in trouble for hitting him over the head and "messing up his hair". Naruto's hair was about as safe from that as Sasuke's; he privately thought that even with the hair gel, they only looked like slightly more solid, shiny versions of their everyday looks. But if Sakura wanted to believe that made them more presentable... bah.
Of course Sakura's father opened the door when she was in the middle of a tirade with both hands tugging his hair while Naruto snickered behind them.
"Ahaha-uh." "..Ah!" "Good evening, Haruno-san."
At first, Sasuke thought that the man at the door was Sakura's grandfather. Silvery white hair, thick glasses, leaning heavily on a walking stick...
"Daddy!" Sakura exclaimed as she pecked him on the cheek quickly.
Ah.
"Hey, ol--"
Sasuke stepped on Naruto's foot before he could say anything intelligible, and bowed politely. "Good evening, Haruno-san."
"Uh -- good evening, sir," Naruto chorused quickly. Sasuke wondered how long he was going to remember to use "sir" and not "old man".
"Uchiha-san, Uzumaki-san." Sakura's father nodded a greeting at them both, and stepped away from the door to let them walk in.
Following Sakura's lead, they took off their shoes and stashed them in a corner before putting on slippers, then stood in awkward silence for a few seconds. Naruto was fidgeting with the flowers, as if unsure what to do with them. Sasuke hoped that the manners Sakura had crammed into his head in the last week included what to do with flowers. If he gave them to her father...
"Where's mom?" Sakura asked, apparently following the same line of thought.
"In the kitchen. You should go call her, Sakura. Young men, if you will follow me..."
He turned away, and with a quick look at each other, they separated, Sakura disappearing through a side-door as the boys followed her father. Sasuke elbowed Naruto, who was looking around openly. No manners, seriously.
It was a nice house, all things considered. A little small, and with lots of highly polished furniture, which made navigating it a bit of a slalom course. The living room had knickknacks here and there, a few doilies, and many, many pictures of their family. Sasuke watched the man as he sat down cautiously, and moved to take a seat when he gestured toward the couch. Naruto didn't notice; he was busy peering at stuff.
"Hey, is that Sakura-chan?" he asked suddenly, grinning widely.
Sasuke's eyelid twitched. He was so nosy --
"Look, Sasuke. She looks so squishy. Is that a bunny jumper?"
Sasuke tensed, but to his immense relief, the old man chose to smile indulgently. "Yes, that's Sakura at two."
"Hah! Knew it. I'd recognize that hair anywhere." Naruto flashed another grin at Haruno-san, then turned to look at the picture again, where a pink-haired toddler sprawled on her belly, playing with her toys. "She was so cute."
"Naruto!" Sakura gasped, mortified, as she stood in the doorway.
"What, you were cute as a kid!"
Sakura gave Naruto a dark glare, then looked at her father, who was sitting calmly in his armchair, both hands on his cane. "Dad, did you leave my baby pictures out?"
Finally, Sasuke decided, Haruno-san was far, far from being as stern and unbending as he seemed at first glance, if one judged by his casual, innocent "Hm?"
"Oh, honestly..." she grumped, hands on her hips.
Sasuke got up quickly, bowing in greeting for the woman -- forty-something, green eyes, graying blood-red hair -- who was standing behind Sakura.
"Hello, Haruno-san," he added, more to Naruto's benefit than his own. The blond turned around quickly, giving the woman a sheepish grin and an awkward bow modeled on Sasuke's. If one judged by her cold, unimpressed look, Naruto wasn't going to win her over that easily.
Her back to her mother, Sakura flashed a hand signal at Naruto, who blinked in confusion before connecting it to the situation. "Ah -- these are for you."
The woman stared at him, then down at the flowers, as if she expected to see a muddy clump of insect-ridden wildflowers instead of the very professionally made bouquet. "... Sakura, go and fetch a vase, please."
Well at least she had ended up taking them, Sasuke thought with some desperation. And the father was looking quite amused.
"Dinner will be a few minutes," the woman added with some reluctance, giving Sasuke a long measuring look too.
... She didn't look much more happy with him than she did with Naruto. Damn it. From what Sakura said -- and didn't say -- he'd thought that she would approve of him a little more. Maybe she was just cranky.
Sakura came back, putting the vase on the table, and spent some time with her mother arranging it. Naruto drifted to the couch and sat down at Sasuke's side, looking uncomfortable once again.
"You were looking at these, I believe, Uzumaki-san?" the white-haired man asked softly, reaching to pick up a frame full of family pictures.
"Oh, yeah!" Naruto leaned forward, glancing back at Sasuke. "Come on, take a look, it's kinda funny."
Sighing quietly, Sasuke obligingly leaned forward to look, too. There were a few baby pictures, a picture of a three-year old Sakura with another tiny redhead who was probably family, a five-year old with a very serious frown, reading a book, and then a few more pictures of her receiving school awards, and a couple of shots of the ceremony of acceptance into the ninja academy.
He thought he saw himself in the background of one of them -- he'd been so happy to see his father actually attending that he had been fighting a grin from the start of the ceremony to the end; maybe that was why Sakura hadn't recognized him. He didn't call attention to it.
"Wow, all those books."
"Yes, our daughter has always been smart," Sakura's mother interjected. "She learned to read at five, and she always was top of her class. If she had chosen a civilian school, she would probably be well on her way to a doctorate."
This, Sasuke thought, meant "she's way too smart for you", and was only confirmed when she asked, "where do you think you would be now, if you weren't ninjas?"
Naruto shrugged, apparently not even noticing her tone. "Eh, I don't know. Cooking ramen maybe?" he suggested with a grin.
Sakura groaned, then chuckled politely. "You and your ramen. Bah, this wouldn't surprise me; it would fit you well actually. And you, Sasuke-kun?"
"I never planned on being anything but a ninja."
"Hey, no fair," Naruto protested. "I never planned that either. If I have to think about it, you should too."
"Fine," Sasuke grumbled. "A policeman, maybe."
"Bleh. All the Konoha cops go through the ninja academy first. You cheat."
Sakura giggled. "It's hard to imagine Sasuke-kun as anything else."
"You have never given thought to whatever else you could have done with your life?" her mother asked, frowning sternly.
"Uh. Not really, no. It's always been my dream. And Sasuke -- would they have let you become anything else?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. Why would he have wanted to go against the clan tradition when he was so well-suited to it, and liked it so much? "I could have become a scholar, if I had been so inclined. I wasn't."
"So there is no life beyond being a ninja for either of you," she commented, frowning more heavily. Sakura cringed.
"Mom..."
"Sakura, you didn't even know what their fall-back plans were? You of all people should know better--"
"Hana," the father interrupted her softly. "Hana, they are seventeen."
"You were seventeen!"
"And I still spent a few months looking for my way. And eventually found it. I am sure they would prove just as adaptable."
Naruto was busy staring at his feet. Sasuke knew, because it was more interesting to watch him from the corner of his eye, than look straight at either of Sakura's parents, lest he was forced to acknowledge the tension openly.
"...What's that smell?" Sakura commented, and moved to get up. Her mother waved her down, and hurried back to the kitchen without a word. Sakura sat back again, and when Sasuke looked up at her, she gave him one of the most unconvincing smiles he'd ever had aimed at him.
"... Hope the dinner doesn't burn," Naruto mumbled, and scratched his neck, grinning guiltily.
"My wife would never allow a dinner to burn," the man reassured him gently. "I must apologize. She worries."
"There's no need," Sasuke replied formally. "It is only natural for a parent to be concerned."
The man nodded in acknowledgement. "Indeed. And I wouldn't want to force either of you to think about unsavory possibilities, but it is better to be prepared. The life of a ninja is a dangerous one; and as my wife has always been a civilian, she has trouble accepting how totally one could invest themselves into it."
Sasuke and Naruto nodded.
"You're not a civilian, ol -- sir?"
Sakura discreetly threatened Naruto with her fist for almost using "old man" again.
"Now I am," he replied easily, "but I went through the academy when I was younger."
Naruto grinned at finding common ground. "Oh, really? Were you strong?"
Haruno-san gave Naruto a dry, amused look. "I made Genin at fifteen. My crowning glory was getting flattened by a ten-year-old who would become the Fourth Hokage in under thirty seconds during my third attempt at Chuunin. A few months later, I lost the use of my leg and quit."
"...Oh."
Sasuke had better sense than to voice his reaction, however similar it was to Naruto's. That was... really mediocre. Even Naruto had graduated at twelve. Though -- he had expected something like that. High-level ninjas were usually from clans -- and they also rarely lived past thirty-five, unless they retired first.
At least the man didn't look insulted. "I met Sakura's mother during my rehabilitation. This is why she worries so much about this issue. However ill-suited I was for it, being a ninja was my dream as a teenager. Finding another way to make a living was... rather problematic at first. She doesn't want something like that to happen to any of you," he added diplomatically.
Sasuke privately thought that it was unlikely that the three of them would just happen to get incapacitated at the same time, and it was a lot safer financially to have two working adults and an unemployed one, than a couple where only one of the two was able to bring food to the table -- besides, Sakura's father sucked at being a ninja. They didn't.
"You're right, we gotta think of stuff like that," Naruto replied, frowning seriously. It was a rather comical effect, really. Sasuke snorted softly. Naruto stuck his tongue out at him. "You're just jealous 'cause I'd be a better civilian than you."
Sasuke only stopped himself from snarking back that it was nothing to be proud of because Sakura's mother chose this time to walk in and announce that dinner was ready.
I'm ninja-ing on AIM, yes. But i'm hiding for a reason. If you are not Saro or Windshades, I don't want to talk to you right now. *writewritewrite*
sarolynne to blackmail me into writing. No writing = no rp. Writing = bribefic from her. Result, of course, being much typetypetype-ing.
It still isn't coming very easily at all, and I might have to rewrite things. But hey!! I've got
I hate, hate, HATE formal family things. Can you see my lack of familiarity with that sort of stuff?
Even with Ino stopping them to shove a bouquet of flowers in Naruto's arms, "for Sakura's mom", they arrived with five minutes to spare, and wasted a few of them with Sakura lecturing and fussing at Naruto and him a little more.
Sasuke would have been fine without the lecture, but Naruto had to be a nervous, bouncing ball of nerves, and that meant Sasuke got in trouble for hitting him over the head and "messing up his hair". Naruto's hair was about as safe from that as Sasuke's; he privately thought that even with the hair gel, they only looked like slightly more solid, shiny versions of their everyday looks. But if Sakura wanted to believe that made them more presentable... bah.
Of course Sakura's father opened the door when she was in the middle of a tirade with both hands tugging his hair while Naruto snickered behind them.
"Ahaha-uh." "..Ah!" "Good evening, Haruno-san."
At first, Sasuke thought that the man at the door was Sakura's grandfather. Silvery white hair, thick glasses, leaning heavily on a walking stick...
"Daddy!" Sakura exclaimed as she pecked him on the cheek quickly.
Ah.
"Hey, ol--"
Sasuke stepped on Naruto's foot before he could say anything intelligible, and bowed politely. "Good evening, Haruno-san."
"Uh -- good evening, sir," Naruto chorused quickly. Sasuke wondered how long he was going to remember to use "sir" and not "old man".
"Uchiha-san, Uzumaki-san." Sakura's father nodded a greeting at them both, and stepped away from the door to let them walk in.
Following Sakura's lead, they took off their shoes and stashed them in a corner before putting on slippers, then stood in awkward silence for a few seconds. Naruto was fidgeting with the flowers, as if unsure what to do with them. Sasuke hoped that the manners Sakura had crammed into his head in the last week included what to do with flowers. If he gave them to her father...
"Where's mom?" Sakura asked, apparently following the same line of thought.
"In the kitchen. You should go call her, Sakura. Young men, if you will follow me..."
He turned away, and with a quick look at each other, they separated, Sakura disappearing through a side-door as the boys followed her father. Sasuke elbowed Naruto, who was looking around openly. No manners, seriously.
It was a nice house, all things considered. A little small, and with lots of highly polished furniture, which made navigating it a bit of a slalom course. The living room had knickknacks here and there, a few doilies, and many, many pictures of their family. Sasuke watched the man as he sat down cautiously, and moved to take a seat when he gestured toward the couch. Naruto didn't notice; he was busy peering at stuff.
"Hey, is that Sakura-chan?" he asked suddenly, grinning widely.
Sasuke's eyelid twitched. He was so nosy --
"Look, Sasuke. She looks so squishy. Is that a bunny jumper?"
Sasuke tensed, but to his immense relief, the old man chose to smile indulgently. "Yes, that's Sakura at two."
"Hah! Knew it. I'd recognize that hair anywhere." Naruto flashed another grin at Haruno-san, then turned to look at the picture again, where a pink-haired toddler sprawled on her belly, playing with her toys. "She was so cute."
"Naruto!" Sakura gasped, mortified, as she stood in the doorway.
"What, you were cute as a kid!"
Sakura gave Naruto a dark glare, then looked at her father, who was sitting calmly in his armchair, both hands on his cane. "Dad, did you leave my baby pictures out?"
Finally, Sasuke decided, Haruno-san was far, far from being as stern and unbending as he seemed at first glance, if one judged by his casual, innocent "Hm?"
"Oh, honestly..." she grumped, hands on her hips.
Sasuke got up quickly, bowing in greeting for the woman -- forty-something, green eyes, graying blood-red hair -- who was standing behind Sakura.
"Hello, Haruno-san," he added, more to Naruto's benefit than his own. The blond turned around quickly, giving the woman a sheepish grin and an awkward bow modeled on Sasuke's. If one judged by her cold, unimpressed look, Naruto wasn't going to win her over that easily.
Her back to her mother, Sakura flashed a hand signal at Naruto, who blinked in confusion before connecting it to the situation. "Ah -- these are for you."
The woman stared at him, then down at the flowers, as if she expected to see a muddy clump of insect-ridden wildflowers instead of the very professionally made bouquet. "... Sakura, go and fetch a vase, please."
Well at least she had ended up taking them, Sasuke thought with some desperation. And the father was looking quite amused.
"Dinner will be a few minutes," the woman added with some reluctance, giving Sasuke a long measuring look too.
... She didn't look much more happy with him than she did with Naruto. Damn it. From what Sakura said -- and didn't say -- he'd thought that she would approve of him a little more. Maybe she was just cranky.
Sakura came back, putting the vase on the table, and spent some time with her mother arranging it. Naruto drifted to the couch and sat down at Sasuke's side, looking uncomfortable once again.
"You were looking at these, I believe, Uzumaki-san?" the white-haired man asked softly, reaching to pick up a frame full of family pictures.
"Oh, yeah!" Naruto leaned forward, glancing back at Sasuke. "Come on, take a look, it's kinda funny."
Sighing quietly, Sasuke obligingly leaned forward to look, too. There were a few baby pictures, a picture of a three-year old Sakura with another tiny redhead who was probably family, a five-year old with a very serious frown, reading a book, and then a few more pictures of her receiving school awards, and a couple of shots of the ceremony of acceptance into the ninja academy.
He thought he saw himself in the background of one of them -- he'd been so happy to see his father actually attending that he had been fighting a grin from the start of the ceremony to the end; maybe that was why Sakura hadn't recognized him. He didn't call attention to it.
"Wow, all those books."
"Yes, our daughter has always been smart," Sakura's mother interjected. "She learned to read at five, and she always was top of her class. If she had chosen a civilian school, she would probably be well on her way to a doctorate."
This, Sasuke thought, meant "she's way too smart for you", and was only confirmed when she asked, "where do you think you would be now, if you weren't ninjas?"
Naruto shrugged, apparently not even noticing her tone. "Eh, I don't know. Cooking ramen maybe?" he suggested with a grin.
Sakura groaned, then chuckled politely. "You and your ramen. Bah, this wouldn't surprise me; it would fit you well actually. And you, Sasuke-kun?"
"I never planned on being anything but a ninja."
"Hey, no fair," Naruto protested. "I never planned that either. If I have to think about it, you should too."
"Fine," Sasuke grumbled. "A policeman, maybe."
"Bleh. All the Konoha cops go through the ninja academy first. You cheat."
Sakura giggled. "It's hard to imagine Sasuke-kun as anything else."
"You have never given thought to whatever else you could have done with your life?" her mother asked, frowning sternly.
"Uh. Not really, no. It's always been my dream. And Sasuke -- would they have let you become anything else?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. Why would he have wanted to go against the clan tradition when he was so well-suited to it, and liked it so much? "I could have become a scholar, if I had been so inclined. I wasn't."
"So there is no life beyond being a ninja for either of you," she commented, frowning more heavily. Sakura cringed.
"Mom..."
"Sakura, you didn't even know what their fall-back plans were? You of all people should know better--"
"Hana," the father interrupted her softly. "Hana, they are seventeen."
"You were seventeen!"
"And I still spent a few months looking for my way. And eventually found it. I am sure they would prove just as adaptable."
Naruto was busy staring at his feet. Sasuke knew, because it was more interesting to watch him from the corner of his eye, than look straight at either of Sakura's parents, lest he was forced to acknowledge the tension openly.
"...What's that smell?" Sakura commented, and moved to get up. Her mother waved her down, and hurried back to the kitchen without a word. Sakura sat back again, and when Sasuke looked up at her, she gave him one of the most unconvincing smiles he'd ever had aimed at him.
"... Hope the dinner doesn't burn," Naruto mumbled, and scratched his neck, grinning guiltily.
"My wife would never allow a dinner to burn," the man reassured him gently. "I must apologize. She worries."
"There's no need," Sasuke replied formally. "It is only natural for a parent to be concerned."
The man nodded in acknowledgement. "Indeed. And I wouldn't want to force either of you to think about unsavory possibilities, but it is better to be prepared. The life of a ninja is a dangerous one; and as my wife has always been a civilian, she has trouble accepting how totally one could invest themselves into it."
Sasuke and Naruto nodded.
"You're not a civilian, ol -- sir?"
Sakura discreetly threatened Naruto with her fist for almost using "old man" again.
"Now I am," he replied easily, "but I went through the academy when I was younger."
Naruto grinned at finding common ground. "Oh, really? Were you strong?"
Haruno-san gave Naruto a dry, amused look. "I made Genin at fifteen. My crowning glory was getting flattened by a ten-year-old who would become the Fourth Hokage in under thirty seconds during my third attempt at Chuunin. A few months later, I lost the use of my leg and quit."
"...Oh."
Sasuke had better sense than to voice his reaction, however similar it was to Naruto's. That was... really mediocre. Even Naruto had graduated at twelve. Though -- he had expected something like that. High-level ninjas were usually from clans -- and they also rarely lived past thirty-five, unless they retired first.
At least the man didn't look insulted. "I met Sakura's mother during my rehabilitation. This is why she worries so much about this issue. However ill-suited I was for it, being a ninja was my dream as a teenager. Finding another way to make a living was... rather problematic at first. She doesn't want something like that to happen to any of you," he added diplomatically.
Sasuke privately thought that it was unlikely that the three of them would just happen to get incapacitated at the same time, and it was a lot safer financially to have two working adults and an unemployed one, than a couple where only one of the two was able to bring food to the table -- besides, Sakura's father sucked at being a ninja. They didn't.
"You're right, we gotta think of stuff like that," Naruto replied, frowning seriously. It was a rather comical effect, really. Sasuke snorted softly. Naruto stuck his tongue out at him. "You're just jealous 'cause I'd be a better civilian than you."
Sasuke only stopped himself from snarking back that it was nothing to be proud of because Sakura's mother chose this time to walk in and announce that dinner was ready.
I'm ninja-ing on AIM, yes. But i'm hiding for a reason. If you are not Saro or Windshades, I don't want to talk to you right now. *writewritewrite*
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|Meduza|
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*adds a little more*
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I love this chapter so I felt it right to comment.
Thanks Asuka!!
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*ADDS ANOTHER TIDBIT WHEE.*
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Sakura's dad seems to have the common sense Sandaime had. o_o
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Sakura's dad is very level-headed, yeah ^____^ *squishes him*
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Unless Naruto loses Kyuubi, I seriously doubt that he'll ever be permanently incapacipated. He'll recover from anything that doesn't kill him.
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I created him at first because I thought it might be interesting to remind people that not all genins are awesome and always go on to become chuunin -- lots of them seem to think that 12 = genin, 15 = chuunin and adult = jounin. Jounin are rather rare, really. Besides Sakura really is rather good for someone with such a normal background.
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Naruto's behaving remarkably well. *wonders how long that'll last* XD
Love it!
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... hah :D
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I love that you have Sakura in the background, concerning herself more with her mother, and focus on the Daddy Haruno-Naruto-Sasuke dynamic.
And - ouch, Daddy Haruno...you really sucked as a ninja.
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haha, yes, he totally did. XD
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Sakura's dad FTW.
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Naruto is too cute to bear, really. Good thing he as Sasuke to rein him in. Lovely scene, so far. It feels very appropriate to the situation, and it feels real as well.
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This has nothing to do with the rest of the review, but I wanted to say I love the Ino-Sakura friendship in this. And it’s not just because Ino/Sakura is one of my favorite pairings – it’s just PART of the reason.
"Ahaha-uh." "..Ah!" "Good evening, Haruno-san."
Should probably be:
"Ahaha-uh."
"..Ah!"
"Good evening, Haruno-san."
Otherwise it’s confusing.
"Hey, is that Sakura-chan?" he asked suddenly, grinning widely.
Sasuke's eyelid twitched. He was so nosy --
"Look, Sasuke. She looks so squishy. Is that a bunny jumper?"
Dialogue can be a pain in the butt, and you do it well. I can just SEE Sasuke holding back from hitting Naruto. The twitching is the only way he can cope.
He thought he saw himself in the background of one of them -- he'd been so happy to see his father actually attending that he had been fighting a grin from the start of the ceremony to the end; maybe that was why Sakura hadn't recognized him. He didn't call attention to it.
Okay, my Sasuke love is showing. I just want to hug him right now. I think it might help to have Sasuke respond subtly right there when he sees that picture – it’d be a smoother transition.
"You're right, we gotta think of stuff like that," Naruto replied, frowning seriously. It was a rather comical effect, really. Sasuke snorted softly. Naruto stuck his tongue out at him. "You're just jealous 'cause I'd be a better civilian than you."
Sasuke only stopped himself from snarking back that it was nothing to be proud of because Sakura's mother chose this time to walk in and announce that dinner was ready.
One thing I love about the Naruto-Sasuke dynamic is how childish Sasuke is around Naruto, and you bring it out well. Especially in the above bit.
Overall this chapter is amusing and I like how you’ve fleshed out the dynamics of Sakura’s family. Although, I’ll think this isn’t the strongest bit, mostly because you’ve got other subplots dangling that I personally find more interesting. But that’s personal, and that I enjoyed it quite a bit says a lot for how good this piece was.
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I don't want to do the line break thing because they're supposed to be talking more or less together. If it doesn't work like I wanted it to, i'll find an alternative with my beta later on, but personally, I rather like it.
I'm glad you like it ^__^ personally, I agree, though -- it's rather boring compared to other stuff. I can't wait to be done with it. =__=;;;;
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^___^ Sasuke is so deliciously cocky. Mrrr. *rubs against* (about that, do you still plan on writing more ANBU eventually? ^___^)
*snerk* or they get hurt and have to stop or take on less dangerous missions. But it just makes sense that more talent = more danger. Maybe that's why we don't see so many jounin around.
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of course no one cares about the life of a lowly grunt, which is why we never get to see any. u_u;
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At the family gatherings, i'm the one who sneaks off in a corner to draw, and makes damn sure no one but the kids even know where she is. So yeah, not so much real-life experience about what to do in such situations. ^^; people better like reading about it, because i'm certainly not having much fun writing it. XD
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Sasuke's cluelessness
(Anonymous) 2006-02-19 05:08 am (UTC)(link)Just a thought on sasuke and his apparent cluelessness, you showed that Sasuke is extremely quick to pick up on things, as he was the first of the group to realize just how dangerous sakura's pregnancy was. One wince for sakura was all it took for him to put the pieces together, and then he started to emotionally (or a least more than usual) shut down.
so here's a thought:
Sasuke's already lost one family in an extremely brutal way, is it possibly that's he's instinctivly distancing himself from them now that the possiblity of sakura not surviving the pregnancy has made it's self known? Sort of a "can't let myself be hurt like that again" sort of way. He might not even be consiously aware that he's doing it. Which might explain his apparent social cluelessness, his brain is instinctivly not allowing those things to process totally.
Just a random thought
Re: Sasuke's cluelessness
But then, might also be that Sasuke is quick on picking up on stuff that he can fix/deal with, and pretending that everything else doesn't exist. Mmm, denial. He's been taught to notice little things, besides with his eyes it's hard to miss them, but it isn't because he sees an emotional shift that he knows how to interpret it, and even less how to make it better. he was taught how to use moments of upset to his advantage in combat, not how to make his girlfriend feel loved and appreciated, especially when he wouldn't be sincere.
Besides, he's not magical. he's under a lot of stress and he was never naturally sensitive; of course he's going to pay more attention to himself than to other people.
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*waits for the other shoe to drop*
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meanie. :D
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Dinner is going to be interesting in the way o.f old chinese curses
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heh, yeah. =___=;;; if i can write it.
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(Anonymous) 2006-02-20 01:29 am (UTC)(link)One thing: "A little small, and with lots of highly polished furniture, which made navigating it a bit of a slalom course." slalom??
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*Waves a 'Teamwork' flag* GO TEAMWORK!!! YAY!
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XD No one ever accused Sasuke of being humble...