Team 7 was being tortured by their sensei. And let me define torture for you; it's a noun as well as a verb, and it could be used to desbribe so many things, including running countless laps around Konoha, target practice until they all ran out of weapons, and not to mention the constant grumbling of empty stomachs and occasional yawns. If it was Gai and his team, it would be perfectly normal, expected, even, but when it was the young Team 7 and their tardy sensei? Well, well.

So when Mikoto Uchiha arrived on their training ground, begging for Kakashi to let her bring Sasuke and his friends home for dinner, the three young genins couldn't be happier. Kakashi, knowing that there was something cruel behind the nice-loving-kind-mother mask of Mikoto Uchiha, did not argue, and even said yes when he was asked to come along. It will be fun, she said. Like a team dinner, she said. Yeah, yeah, sure.

It was probably the most awkward dinner ever held in Konoha, if not for the kind, kind hostess and the loving, loving female guest. The two female chatted happily and endlessly, smiling and making jokes about Sasuke—who did not feel okay with it—and even exchanged a pat or a kiss on the check every now and then. After finishing his third bowl, Naruto joined the two females' chatter, occasionally adding some funny bits on statements or jokes about Sasuke, or complimenting the hostess for the food, which really tasted good.

"You know what, Mikoto-san, there was that one time when we were camping, and the four of us had to share a same tent, and the tent was just ridiculously small and all—"

Glare.

"Sakura—"

Giggle.

Smile.

"Look, Sasuke-kun remembered! So yeah, I slept on the left-est side, Naruto on my right side, Sasuke on his right, and Kakashi-sensei on the right-est side. And do you know what happened, Mikoto-san?"

Laugh,

Giggle.

Glare.

"I don't know how it happens, but when I woke up in the morning—I always wake up first—they were cuddling! Sasuke-kun and Naruto! Can you imagine it, Mikoto-san?"

"Seriously, brother? I know you're foolish but this, is too much."

"Mother, Father, Itachi-stupid-brother, she's lying!"

"No, I'm not! You trust me, right, Mikoto-san? Just ask Kaka-sensei!"

Glare.

"What's so wrong with being gay, anyways? I thought the Hokage made it clear that it was legal and—"

Sniffle.

Giggle.

Whisper.

"Father! I am not gay!"

"Oh, but Sakura said you were cuddling with Naruto—"

"It was an accident, okay, I thought it was Sak—"

"You thought it was who, foolish little brother?"

"No one! I thought it was no one! I thought I was cuddling with the air!"

"Uh, right, how logical is that, Sasuke."

"Shut up, sensei!"

Giggle.

Laugh.

Poke, poke.

"Oh, so you thought it was no one, eh? Since you're way too involved with No One a.k.a. Air, Ithink it's fine for me to have Sakura… right?"

Blush.

Smile.

Smirk.

"I-Itachi-san…"

Glare,

Glare,

Glare,

"I—"

"I'm done here. Just, Itachi, don't get her or anybody pregnant, okay? At least not now, but for the future, I'm expecting a talented, dark-haired but not chicken-haired grandson and pink-haired pretty granddaughter…"

Smile.

Smirk.

Blush.

Glare.

Whisper.

Laugh.

"Fa-Father! Itachi is not dating Sakura and not going to make her pregnant now or anytime! Father!"