"Hey, remember what I said about crossing the living room?" she scolded him, having pulled back on his arm, so that he almost lost his balance and fell into her anyways.
"Yes," he replied irritably, "What time is it?"
"It's twelve, noon," she replied curtly, then continued her reprimands, "I don't want you pushing yourself, you hear me? You're making good progress, better than anyone else would be able to in your place, so you don't need to overwork yourself."
"You let me sleep in?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow, then frowned slightly.
"Listen," she told him quietly and there was a short pause.
"It's raining," he said after a moment, hearing the quiet pattering on the roof and outside.
"Exactly," she told him, leading him over to the kitchen, "Everything that I thought we could do today was just negated by a change in weather."
She seated him down at the table, where he found the chopsticks she had set out for him. Seating him in a certain spot and putting his chopsticks in the right place on the table made it easier for him to find things around him.
"So what are we going to do now?" he asked her, prodding at his food, a method he had developed in order to discover what she had made, "And what did you make for lunch?"
"I was thinking we could maybe get you to work on the familiarity of the house. I mean you can get from our room to the bathroom and back, but I can tell that you don't like having to be helped everywhere else. Seeing as you've lived here for a majority of your life, it shouldn't be too difficult," she replied, sitting down opposite him, and resting her chin placidly in her palm, gazing across the table at Sasuke.
"I see," he replied evenly, "Lunch?"
"Guess," she challenged, a smile coming to her lips
"It's a soup," he told her, stirring the contents with the chopsticks, "Smells like miso."
Tentatively, he picked up one of the pieces floating in the soup, inserting it into his mouth.
"Tastes like miso," he said after he had swallowed the piece.
"If it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, and walks like a duck," Sakura mused cheerfully, her eyes sparkling, "Then it must be a duck, right?"
He gave a crooked smile from across the table and continued to eat the soup.
"Almost had a smile there," she told him, standing up and pouring herself a cup of tea that she had made to go with lunch.
It was something that she said to him on occasion, so he treated it with the usual neutral grunt for a response, generally ignoring the statement.
"Sakura."
"Mmm-hmm?" she set the pot aside and put the mug on the table, about to sit down.
"Someone is banging loudly on the back door," Sasuke informed her unconcernedly, before sticking a piece of barbequed pork into his mouth.
A confused look crossed her face as she straightened up again, walking around the table and to the hall, "Strange, who would be out in this weather…?"
"SAKURA-CHAN!" came a loud bellowing noise from on the other side of the door.
Of course; who else but Naruto would be crazy enough to go outside in such terrible weather? Knowing him, he probably wasn't even wearing a jacket or anything to keep him warm. She opened the door and discovered that she was right; he had just worn his usual orange and black jumpsuit and had no umbrella. To top it all off, he came inside even before Sakura could even utter a greeting.
"Why don't you come in?" Sakura asked him sarcastically, closing the door behind her as he shook his head like a wet dog.
"Eh?" Naruto peered at her in a confused manner, "Sakura-chan, I'm already inside. Are you feeling well? Is Sasuke putting too much stress on you?"
Sakura blinked at him in a manner that clearly portrayed that she thought he lacked intelligence; meanwhile Inner Sakura was bonking Naruto over the head for being such an utter moron.
"No, I'm fine," she said with a small sigh, "Here, let me take your hoodie; it's soaked."
He removed the sweatshirt from his back and Sakura took it from him, motioning for him to follow as she headed back to the kitchen, thinking of a couple places she could hang the garment to dry.
"Actually, there's a hole in it near the bottom, on the left," Naruto said sheepishly as they entered through the kitchen, "I was wondering if you could fix it."
"Sure, I should have time today," she said offhandedly, "Sit down, I'll get you some tea."
"Naruto," Sasuke greeted evenly as the young man took a seat next to his old rival.
"Ohayo, Sasuke," Naruto grinned—seeming to forget that it was actually the afternoon—before turning back to Sakura, "Sakura-chan, could I have some miso soup too?"
"Fine, fine," she said in resignation, a small smile on her face.
Over the years, Sakura had come to notice that they when Sasuke and Naruto weren't at each other's throats, arguing, they could actually be quite pleasant to listen to, not having a single insult thrown in or any name calling. It was moments like these that she felt that they were truly Team Seven.
"You must have some reason for coming to this part of the village in the rain," she told him, setting down a mug of tea and some miso soup as well, "Why are you here?"
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