(SAKURA) trolls on parade

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]He was gonna get his ass kicked if he didn't get there before she got tired of waiting for him. Maybe he was over playing the thought in his mind, but he did not want to get her impatient and angry. Angry plus Sakura was never a good thing. It usually ended up with her fist in his face. For a girl she can hit really hard. Like super hard. He may have a really good tolerance for pain, but he really didn't feel like having a black eye. Vaulting the trash can before he could hit it, he laughs out a little as he leaves a trail of orange and yellow streak behind for the citizens to see. Seeing the nearest escalator heading down further into the mall he pushes out of the way of hitting a poor woman shouting behind him a quick "Sorry!" and continued on to jump and swerve away from unsuspecting people. Scatting towards the escalator he jumps up and grinds down the side of the escalator causing a few people to jump at the sight of him coming down. Touching the ground once again he pushes off to gain some speed. Even though he was pressing for time he was taking the opportunity to make a few tricks when he could. I mean if you're gonna skate around and find some great places to do tricks, why not? Seeing no patch of pink hair behind a crowd of people in the designated spot Naruto skates towards the area with a grin on his face as he recognizes the person. "Sakura-chan isn't here, yes!" He says with enthusiasm as he slows down to a stop and plops on the bench. With his usual helmet and goggles on he was wearing a simple white long sleeve shirt with a orange vest. Khaki pants, white sneakers, several neon colored bands on his wrists, and large headphones around his neck. Folding his arms behind his head he gets into a comfortable position as he waits patiently for Sakura. Having removed his backpack to sit on his lap and put the headphones to listen to some chillin' jazz. Tapping his foot and drumming his hands on his backpack. [/style](WORDS) sex (TAGS) SAKURA (NOTES) Begin the trolling! (CREDIT) template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[SAKURA]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] sakura haruno ights will guide you home and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you   -- sakura knew to not be early any time she was meeting with her bestfriend. she knew for a fact the uzumake naruto was always late. actually, she knew quite a lot about him. she knew precisely how long it took to shove him out of bed, she knew his favourite types of ramen. she knew that he took forever when showering, and she knew that he absolutely loved to wear froggy boxers, however weird that was. so, she knew for this precise occasion not to be early or on time, because she knew she would get entirely way too pissed off waiting for his late ass. so, after showering and being fully dressed ten minutes before she was supposed to actually meet with him. sadly, sakura had yet to get her license; so she was sitting in the passenger seat of her mothers car, almost to the mall, at the time she was actually supposed to be in the mall, meeting with naruto. once the car was stopped and placed fully in park, she gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek, then quickly released herself from the confines of her mothers car, which stunk of cheap perfume. sometimes, she really didn't understand her mother. she wore cheap, horrid smelling perfume and dressed like such a whore at times, but was still such a mature adult and still her mother. it scared her, in a way. her mother dressed more provocatively than herself. it was strange. sakura was walking leisurely through the mall, hands in her, well, naruto's, hoodie. it was bright orange, his signature color, and slightly swallowed her form, but she loved it anyway. she had stolen it from him quite some time ago, and decided to never give it back. she was wearing jeans along with it, they were a light blue shade, faded on the tops of her thighs and ripped at the bottom from stepping on them. under the hoodie, she wore a white tank top under a v-neck red shirt, both completely covered by said hoodie. her short pink hair was up in a rather small pony tail, with bangs on both sides of her face. on her feet she wore black vans, a pair of shoes she usually wouldn't buy and wear, but loved anyway, and under the sleeves of the hoodie, she had various wristbands, hair ties, and bracelets on. fashion police be warned; haruno sakura was ready to be arrested. approaching their meeting spot, sakura began looking around for a head of spiked blonde hair and anything bright orange. it didn't take long, for she found him sitting on a bench, headphones on his ears, and hands drumming on his backpack. looking at him now, sakura couldn't help but snicker; he looked absolutely ridiculous. standing right in front of him, she kicked her leg out and kicked him in the shin, her upper body barely twitching at this. she stood there, smirking down at him. oh, how she loved hurting him, but he was still her bestfriend, abusing him didn't exactly count as true abuse.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

[NARUTO]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]He rarely had the attention span to actually focus on one thing for long, but when it came to drumming he could do it for hours. His head and body was swaying to the music as he drummed on his imaginary drum set, which was his backpack for the mean time. His hands were flying all over the backpack, in as much sync as he could with the music's drums. The world surrounding him just seem to fade away as he got so caught up in the music. His eyes were shut as he listened closely to the tenor saxophone give out it's mellow melody and suddenly he felt a bit of a sharp pain in his shin. "Ow!" His eyes snap open as he stares down at his shin to figure out what abused it and slowly looks up to see the pink haired she devil childhood friend of his looking down at him with a smirk on her face. A smirk that said 'that's right, I kicked your shin. You gonna do something about it?' Of course he really wasn't going to do anything about it. That was Sakura's way of saying 'hey!' in a rather abusive manner. When you've known a girl like her for most of your life, you tend to get use to them. Pulling back his headphones to look at Sakura he opens his mouth briefly to say hey when his eyes catch sight of the hoodie she's wearing. Along with everything else. Now he wouldn't say he's so gay enough to judge people on what they wear, but even Naruto could tell that her outfit was a bit..Fashion Police material. "That's my hoody! I've been looking everywhere for it." Standing up to sling his backpack over his shoulder he continues to look at his long lost hoodie with a sudden longing. He loved that hoodie was devastated when he couldn't find it. He should have realized that any form of clothing that he's missing is generally either been tossed by his loving mother or stolen by Sakura Haruno. Content that it wasn't thrown away he stuffs his hands into his pant pockets, he grins at Sakura as his mind finally remembers why they came here agian. "Ready?"[/style](WORDS) sex (TAGS) SAKURA (NOTES) SPARTA (CREDIT) template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[SAKURA]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] sakura haruno ights will guide you home and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you   -- she almost giggled as naruto's eyes flew open and stared at his shin. it was funny how easily a person could shock someone else. she was almost surprised when he didn't topple over from her kick, because she knew it was rather sudden[ and could've easily scared the living shit out of a full grown man. smiling down at him, she said,"you really get into that, you know. it's not like i wanted to get in the way of your flailing arms." what was with all her close friends and music? him and sasuke could both play instruments and sing. she could barely play simple songs on the piano! though, she could sing rather well, she belted out lyrics to her favourite songs when alone, or around shika, and only on rare occasions did she sing when around sasuke or naruto. she found her voice just as embarrassing as she had found her forehead size when she was younger. it was just strange to her. shaking her, she groaned as she saw his eyes roam over her outfit. she knew he was 'checking her out', she looked like a total fashion newb at the moment, anyone could tell. well, a blind person couldn't tell, but they didn't count. she grinned as he pointed out that she was wearing his hoodie. she resisted snorting and said,"no shit? i took it quite a while ago, actually." then shoved her hands back into the pockets of it. she hoped he didn't plan on getting it back, because he wasn't. it was now hers, it smelled of her, and slightly of shikamaru, and she was sure as hell not giving up an object of clothing that was as soft as that hoodie. it was now her comfort hoodie. she refused to give it back. she'd beat him down for this hoodie. literally. he couldn't even pry this hoodie from her cold, dead, beautifully manicured hands. she liked it that much. watching him stuff his hands into his pants pockets, she grinned. today was going to be fantastic. she got to go shopping and hang out with her best friend slash shit holder. forced her arm through the space between his elbow and ribs, she hooked her elbow with his and said,"shopping time!" then tugged harshly, a huge smile covering her face now. glancing around first, she said,"where first? underwear shopping or food?" oh, today was going to be great.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]He was no music nerd by any means. He wasn't in the school band, and he didn't really gawk and fawn over new songs that come out. He just really enjoyed some types of music. He, however; will NEVER (I repeat NEVER) listen to rap music. That stuff is just utter trash in his opinion. There's just nothing there! You really don't want to get him started on stuff like that, but the point is. He likes music, but he isn't super obsessed. Maybe a little. Just a bit. He is obsessed with drumming though. He could just lay a beat whenever and where ever he wanted. Nothing to stop him, except a pink haired woman who's name rhymes with BITCH. Okay not really, but hell if he never used that joke with someone usable. "You really get into that, you know. It's not like I wanted to get in the way of your flailing arms." "It's chill." Naruto nonchalantly shrugs towards Sakura with a smirk on his face. "Some people just have serious spazz issues. You should get that checked out, hate for ya to make a fool out of yourself on a date~" Perhaps the lamest of comebacks, but it wasn't like he was aiming to hurt Sakura. They joke a lot and some people would actually wonder if they even like each other. With how he always gets beat up by her and how he always seems to mouth off at her like the smartass that he is. "No shit? I took it quite a while ago, actually." He had this aching feeling that he wasn't going to get that sweater back. No matter how hard he tried. Golden rule he's learned. Once stolen by Sakura, there is no chance of getting it returned. So he didn't even attempt to argue back for the hoodie. He was smarter than that. He wasn't going to give her a chance to beat him up, as usual. He banished the love for that hoodie and just beamed her a smile. A smile of carefree and his mark of SMARTNESS! Feeling Sakura force her arm through to hold on to his arm he continues to smile. That dopey, stupid smile of his that is just to irresistible. If you aren't cold hearted, black in the soul, and emo. Which describes his best and close friends. Ready to walk forward he suddenly remembers that he never took his skates off. Holding a finger up towards Sakura, he bends down (letting go of Sakura's arm in the process) and slides his backpack off to get his shoes out. Once done changing his footwear, he bounces back up to let Sakura put her arm back in the place. "Shopping time!" "Where first? Underwear shopping or food?" Naruto gives a thoughtful look on his face as he taps his pointer finger at his chin looking up. He couldn't wait for the underwear shopping, but his stomach was giving the rummblies. He forgot his lunch and never ate breakfast. Practically climbed out his kitchen window to get away from his mother before she beat the shit out of him for calling her food disgusting. "I'm starving, so. FOOOOOOD!!!" He grins as he pumps up his other arm up into the air looking at Sakura. "You know the place." He says waggling his eye brows in a mocking sexy manner. Referring to the amazing Ramen joint in the mall. One would think he'd get sick of eating that stuff all the time, but he never did. He just loves the stuff even more every time he eats it. Giving Sakura a wink he starts to pull Sakura towards the place. "I'll pay." [/style](WORDS) sex (TAGS) SAKURA (NOTES) SPARTA (CREDIT) template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] sakura haruno ights will guide you home and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you   -- her best friend had to be a genius in disguise; he just had to be, with the way he handled things and though up some things so quickly. maybe he was this secret evil genius who would one day rule the world with his ramen minions like in her nightmares? yes, sakura had nightmares about her idiotic best friend ruling the world with delicious ramen minions, what sane person wouldn't? "some people just have serious spazz issues. you should get that checked out, hate for ya to make a fool out of yourself on a date~" sakura snorted rather loudly, and mock glaring at him, she said,"oh, really now? so says the male obsessed with ramen. you'd date and marry ramen if you could. and you say i can't get a date. pfft." she smirked up at him; he was only, like, what? a few inches taller than her, maybe half a foot. her nose reached right below his chin, maybe right at it. she watched as he quickly let go of her arm, telling her to wait a second, and couldn't help but pout, she didn't want to wait! she watched him quickly take of those silly skates he used to transport himself and into his shoes. she then got a funny look on her face, and pinching her nose, she said,"eww. damn naruto, wash your feet for once! they can smell them on pluto for fucks sake!" she then let him take back her arm, releasing her poor nose from the death grip she had on it. her poor nose, it received so much torture when around her boys; when with naruto, it was it nasty feet and ramen, when with sasuke it was his distinct cologne, which had to be a fangirl repellent, and when with shikamaru it was his mixture of spice and cigarette smoke, though she rather like how he smelt. flinching at his exclamation for food, she smiled. she usually didn't eat until mid afternoon, so her tummy was starting to grumble a bit, wanting to be filled. even before naruto told her in his rather strange and wiggly eyebrowed manner where they were eating, she knew it would be the ramen placed he loved so much, and she sure as hell wasn't gonna be paying for it. letting him drag her with him, she nodded, a smile on her face, and said,"damn right you are, because i refuse to be broke after this trip, you fatty."   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.