Steal:

Noun) an act of taking something without permission.

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Canon compliant, Shippuden Era

WARNING(S): Irritable, hormonal teenagers, coarse language

Rating: T

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Sasuke stopped in his tracks, towel wrapped loosely around his waist for modesty as he stared at Team Hawk's latest capture - apparently having bathed herself, considering the towel and folded clothing on the ground next to her.

Said teenage girl stared defiantly back, clutching white fabric around her shoulders. His white fabric.

"Sakura," he began flatly, "what are you doing with my shirt."

"Well it's nice to know you care so much about personal property now," she scoffed, folding the clothing tighter around herself. "Since you oh-so-graciously kidnapped me from my campsite and didn't bother to bring my pack too, I don't have any spare clothes."

The teenager pinched the bridge of his nose irritably, giving a quiet sigh. "Why didn't you ask Karin?"

"Because I'm pretty sure she'll bite my head off for even daring to ask." Sakura huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "And Juugo is way bigger than both of us, and Suigetsu..."

She trailed off with a grimace.

Honestly, he didn't blame her. That man shared more similarities with Naruto than he'd ever care for, and not always in the best of ways.

"So that leaves you," she finished. "And geez, speaking of clothing, why on earth do you have something this baggy? I'm not even that much smaller than you and this feels like a tent!"

She lifted her arm to demonstrate. The fabric of the shirt draped much looser on her body than his, and although it was zipped up all the way the high collar fell to the side, exposing peeks of her collarbone. The length of the shirt reached the end of her torso and barely covered her thighs ("thankfully," he thought, "she's wearing shorts.").

He may have been one of the most dangerous shinobi of his generation, but when it came to his old team (and more importantly, his latent deep care for Sakura), he often found his self-control slipping.

"Orochimaru has no fashion sense," she sighed, dropping her arm back down. "Not if he thinks this is good training gear. And we've both seen Naruto in bright orange."

When she wore his shirt like this, he found it much harder to ignore just how much she'd grown over the course of the past three years. Hell, even Naruto had looked more rugged the last time they'd met, but she had blossomed into a curvy, beautiful young woman. He'd seen it when he accidentally slashed through her shirt while trying to subdue her the day before, and he was seeing it now as he fought hard to keep his eyes from wandering to where the ends of the shirt dangled at her thighs.

He really didn't know what to think about that. It was hard enough keeping his face from heating up when she rose both arms, the shirt rising up to show a scant few inches of her toned abdomen. "Careful, Sasuke, or she might punch you for even thinking about it."

"We're lucky that Suigetsu is likely still asleep," he continued to muse, glancing back towards camp. "If he dared make a move on her..."

"Wait, my bag... my tampons!" She suddenly remembered, and her glare turned on him again. "I'm almost due to start this week, I forgot! If I have to ruin my only pair of shorts I'm kicking your ass and leaving by myself. With your shirt."

Fuck. In his haste, he'd honestly forgotten that she had grown up too and had not remained just a scrawny preteen girl. He'd been around Karin enough to know that PMS was not something he wanted to deal with, least of all from his old teammate. Considering her monster strength, she may very well put a hole through a mountain. Or his crotch.

He took a deep breath in through his nose. Held it. Let it go.

"We'll be stopping in to a village this afternoon," he replied instead, turning away. "I will supervise you as you buy essential items."

She blinked at him, sinking down to her knees on the soft grass. "So... so what now?"

"Keep the shirt until you can get a replacement." He was already walking away, face beginning to burn. "It's not like I don't have a spare."

It was going to take a lot of meditating to shove down his emotions again (and the mental image of Sakura draped in his clothes). Better to start while he still had some peace and quiet around camp.

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