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Sakura lifted herself from her bed and walked slowly to her closet. She picked up an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts and her two-piece swimsuit.

"Waking up this early to go to the beach is pretty ridiculous." she thought to herself, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes.

She met with her father downstairs and walked past him without another thought. She squeaked in surprise as his large hand grabbed her shoulder. He turned her around and stared at her for a moment with dark, solemn eyes.

"Where are you going, Sakura?" he asked.

She held her bag of beach supplies tightly in her arms and smiled. "I'm just going to the beach with my friends. I should be going now, Dad, I'll see you later."

She tried to walk to the door, but was caught again by her father's grasp. She faced him once more, but was met with an aggravated expression crossing his face.

"If you keep hanging out with those boys... I will make sure to talk to their parents about it and you won't see them outside of school anymore."

She pulled away and walked to the door. "I'm not hanging out with them today. I'm hanging out with Ino and my friends from class," she replied.

Kizashi's expression softened and returned back to his normal demeanor. "Oh, that's fine then! Have fun honey." He retreated back to the kitchen to make himself coffee.

Sakura walked to the shed and pulled out her old bicycle. She placed her bag in the old basket and launched her leg over the other side of the bike. She lied to her father, but as long as he didn't find out, nobody would get hurt.

Her feet pedaled all the way to the entrance of the fenced-in beach. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and waved to her Student Council friends. She ran through the sand that burnt the soles of her feet and stood in the cool waves.

"Why are you in your clothes? You can't swim like that or you'll get chafed pretty bad," Sasori stated, holding his rolled-up towel in his arm.

Sakura stuck her tongue out. "Yeah, I forgot about that. I'll be right back, oh, and let me lock my bike too."

She raced back to her bike and then to the changing room, leaving the boys alone.

"So, this will be," Itachi started.

"The first time we see Sakura-chan in a swimsuit." Deidara finished.

An awkward silence spread through the group and each boy held a squirmy, helpless look on their face. They continued to stay silent and shifted uneasily as the waves crashed onto the beach around their feet.

"Why are we acting like this? It's not that big of a deal; we've seen girls in bathing suits before," Kisame questioned.

"And it's not like we all like Cherry-chan anyway. That shit would be fucked up," Hidan half-joked.

"Yeah." Kakuzu said casually.

Another moment of awkward silence fell over them. Although they were in a group, it was as if each boy was in their own world, with their own thoughts. Each of them wondered what the others were thinking, but weren't able to speak out their thoughts. They were all friends, but something has changed dramatically inside them. For some reason, that thread of friendship has thinned and they didn't seem to understand how one girl could change their relationships so much.

Itachi noticed the pinkette walking out of the changing room with a towel wrapped around her body. "Looks like she's wearing a one-piece," he observed, sounding quite disappointed.