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Chapter 3 by Reman Reman

Her reaction was...

The usual angry one (though she seemed to be covered with the potion)

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" She shouted at him. Great, just when she was going to say farewell to that knucklehead, he went and got her all wet with... whatever that pink goo was.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sakura-chan!" He tried to apologize, pathetically getting on his knees and bowing to her. None of it worked.

"Just tell me what the hell did you get on me so I can wash this off." Sakura told him. A burst of anxiety shot through him as he suddenly remembered the reason for him to have that vial on the first place. If he was already in trouble because he got her all dirty, he would be dead if he told her what it was. "I'm talking to you, you idiot."

Naruto gulped as he tried to come up with something fast. "It's a, uhmmmm..." C'mon, c'mon. A voice inside his head said in panic. "A softener."

"Softener?" She repeated.

"Yeah, Iruka-sensei gave me some because I needed to wash some clothes before I left." A drop of sweat slowly ran down at the back of his neck.

"Since when do you wash your clothes?" Since when I accidentaly got the love potion all over you. He mentally said, chuckling at her insult to pretend that there was nothing he was hiding hide from her.

"Ugh, anyway..." The pink-haired girl continued. "I came here to say goodbye."

Naruto **** a grin on his face, at least she wasn't that mad at him, and she did look quite good with her clothes wet. "Aw, thanks Sakura-chan!"

"You're welcome." She replied with an almost neutral tone. Looking once more at the state of her clothes, she then told him. "I guess I'll go home now and wash this mess."

"Sorry once again." He apologized. The kunoichi simply snorted in response before shunshining out of there, leaving the blond alone with his hope of getting her to feel infatuated by him in utter ruin.

***

As he walked down the path out of the village, Naruto couldn't help but to mentally keep cursing himself. What a idiot he was, thinking that there was such a thing as a love potion. He should've known better. He didn't really know what was worse. The fact that he got Sakura annoyed at him for getting that thing all over her or the fact that he had payed a good amount for something completely useless.

The kyuubi holder let a sigh escape his lips as he kicked an empty can out of his way. So much for getting her to love him.

Hopefully she would've forgotten this mess-up in two years time.

Later that day at Sakura's home...

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