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第5章

chapter 5: the way I'm feeling I just can't deny

It was Naruto's worst nightmare. Sakura and Ino had ambushed her as she was leaving for lunch and now the three of them were standing in front of a clothing store.

"Oh, grow a pair," Sakura scolded as she caught Naruto's expression. "We're just gonna buy a dress for your housewarming tomorrow."

"Sakura-chan," Naruto explained. "I've never been dress shopping before in my life!"

"Exactly," Sakura smirked and Naruto swallowed.

"Well, come on!" Ino urged. "The clothes aren't gonna buy themselves!"

Naruto sighed and she brushed strands of hair out of her eyes, shoulders slumping as she followed Ino and Sakura into the store. It was one of those girly, high-end boutiques and the salesperson immediately lit up in recognition when they entered the store. Ninja were pretty well paid, especially elite ninja like the three women who had just walked in. The Yamanaka Clan was one of the most prominent in Konoha and everyone knew the future Rokudaime and Tsunade's med-nin apprentice.

"Welcome," the salesgirl bowed in greeting, brown hair falling over her shoulders as she did so. "I'm Murata Nana and I'll be serving you today."

"Murata-chan," Ino eyed the girl up and down, taking in her tailored dress and ankle boots, "You look like a woman of taste. We want to get Naruto here something...eye-catching, if you get what I mean."

"Ah! I understand you perfectly Yamanaka-san," Nana said with a sage nod. "As it happens we just got in a beautiful range of party dresses. Please follow me. Do you have a favoured color, Uzumaki-san?"

"Anything but orange," Sakura answered with a sweet smile as Ino clamped a hand over Naruto's mouth.

Murata Nana glanced at Naruto's outraged face, and down to the black and orange shirt she wore, and across to the identically innocent expressions Ino and Sakura sported and earned every cent of the commission she was about to earn by very wisely saying nothing.

"How about this one?" Murata suggested instead and held up a shimmery black and gold mini.

Sakura and Ino gasped their admiration and pushed Naruto towards the changing rooms, ignoring her complaints with the ease of practice. For the the next couple of hours Naruto was squeezed and zipped and wrapped into some of the most restricting clothes she'd ever come across and her feet were pushed into heels deadly enough to pass as weapons. To be honest, Naruto didn't see the appeal of party clothes. They were flimsy and impractical and you never wore them more than once. She scowled down at the bright purple silk that clung to her chest and thighs. Twisting slightly to test her range of movement, Naruto's irritation increased. She could barely throw a punch in this thing.

"That one's not bad," Ino said as she flung open the curtain to the dressing room cubicle without warning.

"Sleeveless suits you, Naruto," Sakura agreed. "I'd kill for your shoulders."

"The two of you are crazy," Naruto scoffed and started to strip out of the dress. "This is the 100th dress you've made me try and I can't move in any of them!"

"I can fix that!" Sakura cheerfully exclaimed. "Try this one, Naruto."

Naruto sighed and capitulated. To be fair to Sakura, it really was a beautiful dress. The sweetheart neckline left her shoulders bare and the skirt was flimsy and floaty, brushing Naruto's thighs just a co uple of inches below her ass.

"I think we have a winner," Ino exclaimed as she made Naruto twirl to show of the dress from all angles.

"Navy blue is a good colour on you, Uzumaki-san," the shop assistant said. "It really brings out the colour of your eyes."