Naruto : 7 Minutes in Heaven

Naruto

"Let go of me, Naruto! I wanna go on a mission instead of this stupid party!" I complained.

"Aw c'mon, [Name]-Chan! Where's the harm in celebrating a big success of another mission?"

"Where's the harm? The harm is right here!" I yelled while pointing my finger at the black bag that Naruto was carrying.

"What, this?" Naruto questioned me in fake confusion and entertainment. "What's wrong with a little game of seven in heaven?"

"Yeah, [Name]-Chan. Don't you want to be in a closet while kissing someone?" Ino teased me.

"First of all, ew! And second of all, what's wrong is that sooner or later, people would either become all mushy and lovey dovey, or, people could start hating each others guts! It'll totally distract them from their ninja life because of their personal ambitions!" I fumed.

"Y'know what? If you won't come to us, then we'll come to you!" Naruto smirked.

"What the-!"

It was too late. If you haven't already noticed, I was practically dragged here by Naruto. I wasn't exactly the type who was up for games, let alone 7 minutes in Heaven. I didn't bother in having close relationships with everybody because my feelings would sooner or later get the better of me, causing me to be distracted during my missions.

And, before any of you start to judge me for my emotionless ambitions, it's not that I hate the gang or anything, it's just the fact that I'd hate to see my relationship with others either falter, and/or rise. I've never exactly been in a relationship, but like most ninjas, we were taught to put our ninja life before our personal life.

Speaking of personal lives, I do have this one secret that I keep to myself. Not a single soul knows about this, but I may or may not have a slight crush on Naruto. Don't get me wrong, I don't like him to the point where I'd be like Sasuke's crazy fangirls, I just have this small attraction towards him. I act tough and pretended to not care that his hand was holding mine as he dragged me to this party, but deep down, I was internally conflicted on how I should act towards him. But of course, being the tsundere that I have been claimed to be, acted hostile towards the blonde idiot. A good example would be my situation right now.

"Naruto! Who the hell said you could put my hand in the bag!"

Do you see it? The ultimate cause of a tragic truth, called internal conflict. Damn my stupid pride and attitude.

"The question isn't who, it's who didn't." Naruto grinned at me boldly, causing the gang to roll their eyes at his attempt to reel me into the game.

"[Name], do it for the sake of our ears. If you won't pick already, Naruto will never shut up!" Sakura complained to me.

"Know what? Screw it! I'll participate, only if you keep your damn mouth shut." I barked.

"Anything for you, M'Lady." Naruto playfully winked at me, unaware that it caused a slight shade of pink to brush my cheeks.

As directed, I felt a few different objects in the mysterious black bag, wondering why the heck I actually agreed to this. As I was looking-scratch that-feeling around, something caught my attention, so the obvious thing to do was to pull it out. The object that I pulled out was a packet of instant ramen, leading me to only two people. It was either Naruto's or Chouji's object.

"A packet of ram-AAHHHH!" I exclaimed as I was immediately pushed into the dark closet by Sakura and Ino. "Guys, you didn't have to push y'kno- OOF!"

Again, being cut off mid-sentence, I was pushed against the floor with a heavy body lying on top of me. It was too dark to see a thing, besides the silhouette of the mystery man on top of me.