✔︎ Sakura's Moronic Best Friends (1/2)

Chapter 7; Baby Pictures and Mikoto's Clothes

Sakura showered with the viciousness that could have been accommodated with the intensity of Naruto and a ramen stand in sight.

It wasn't that she meant to. It was that she was forced to. There were perverted men about, after all.

She designated Naruto, Sasuke, and Tobi to be her watchdogs during this time. Those three were the only ones she trusted-somewhat. Maybe. Okay, fine, they were just the lesser of the evils, okay?-not to completely jump her while she was in the shower.

She trusted Naruto and Sasuke because they'd actually seen her in the nude before (A/N: In fairness, she'd seen them in the nude too. They'd known each other for a looonnngggg time, after all. It wasn't even weird anymore. Mostly.) and they were ridiculously protective of her and her innocence.

In fact, they probably would have taken up their designated positions outside her bathroom door even if she hadn't dragged them both by the collar of their shirts and placed them in their spots like the watchdogs they were.

Naruto would have yelled about how he and the teme needed to protect Sakura-chan from the bastard men around, all the while growling under his breath. Sasuke would have gone along with the dobe because that was simply what he did in life. He went along with stuff she and Naruto dragged him into. And while she knew he'd grumble and whine the whole way, she also knew Sasuke was also extremely protective of her.

Actually, now that Sakura thought about it, they were more possessive of her than simply protective.

Sakura trusted Tobi because . . . well, he was Tobi.

Enough said.

Sakura was never really sure what Tobi's obsession with her extended to. It was blatantly obvious any of the other males would gladly jump into her pants given half the chance-and less than that, really-but Tobi was . . . more reserved than that, so to say.

Sure, Tobi acted childish and hyper all the time, but then there were those moments when he'd be so serious it scared her, and his voice would drop a few octaves. It happened so few times Sakura was never completely sure which one was the false mask he took on; the one he was incognito in.

Tobi had kissed her before . . . but only on her cheek and hair. He never tried to stick his tongue down her throat. He never tried to barge in on her while she was changing.

If anything, Tobi was like Naruto and Sasuke, where he would be more likely to drag another perverted male out by the hair if they so much as tried to sneak a peek at Sakura, which was why she picked him as her third watchdog-yeah, she thinks of them as watchdogs-and she never regretted her choice.

There was also Kisame and Kakuzu, but she was less naïve with those two, and understood while they would be protective of her, they also might not let a chance to be a Peeping Tom slide by.

However, Sakura was still hoping that they would be able to keep the ones like Hidan and Madara in check. While all the males would want to barge in on her, she didn't think all of them would actually fight Naruto, Sasuke, and Tobi for a chance.

But Hidan, Madara, Deidara, and Shisui were another story.

Even on Sakura's busiest days, when she'd get home from the hospital or was getting ready in the morning, already running ten minutes late, she had never taken such a quick shower before.

She squirted too much body soap into her hand. Rubbed her scalp too hard. She was pretty sure she even got a few clumps of pink hair out because she rinsed so hard. At one point, she tasted the spicy tang of Sasuke's soap in her mouth, and she had momentarily choked on the taste.