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Chapter #4

Sakura doesn't remember either

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"I actually don't remember either. But I... well, I have some weird things, so I was really hoping you would know what happened."

"Weird things?"

"Just... follow me back to my place, ok? I didn't want to show any of this stuff in public."

"I'll never turn down an invitation to your house, Sakura!" Naruto grinned. Sakura just rolled her eyes and started walking back to her house with Naruto in tow.

"So any hints?" Naruto asked.

"I'd rather not in public." Sakura replied.

"You're no fun, Sakura." Naruto pouted.

"Hey, I'm protecting you here as well. You'll understand soon."

They arrived at Sakura's house and she quickly ushered Naruto inside. Once they were both in, Sakura locked the door and put a noise cancellation seal on the door so no one outside of the house would be able to hear anything going on inside of it.

"Is everything ok?" Naruto asked, seeing the lengths his friend was going to.

"Just wait in the living room, I'll get the stuff."

"Sure..." Naruto sat down on Sakura's couch, and waited until she walked into the living room with a medium-sized box in hand. "Ok, Naruto... this is what I woke up to this morning. I really hope one of these jogs your memory." She sat down by him and pulled an item out of the box.

"What the fuck..." Naruto gasped.

"That was my reaction." Sakura giggled, she handed the item to Naruto who examined it carefully. It was a pink dog collar that looked like it was big enough to fit around his neck. What really made it odd though was that it had his name messily written onto an attached dog tag.

"This is not bringing anything back, Sakura. Sorry."

"It's ok, there's more stuff."

Sakura next took out a piece of paper that had messy handwriting all over it. "Read this out loud."

"It's kind of hard to read..."

"I know. Your handwriting is bad as it is, it's even worse when you're drunk."

"Let's see here... I, Naruto Uzumaki, do pledge myself to the service of Miss Sakura Haruno until the end of time. I will be her obedient slave and obey her every command under penalty of law and death (because Sakura-chan is a goddesss and the best and deserves it). From this point on, I am officially Miss Haruno's property and slave, for her to do with as she pleases."

Naruto's jaw dropped to the ground. This was definitely his handwriting... and he signed his name in blood!

"Also my exact reaction... slave." Sakura added the last part teasingly.

"What the hell did we do last night?" Naruto asked. "This isn't binding... is it?"

"I actually already asked Tsunade about it today, and she said because you signed in blood it was. Technically, you're my slave right now."

"WHAT?!"

"Also my same reaction." Sakura laughed. "So you still don't remember anything yet?"

"No..."

"Ok, there's more stuff." Sakura pulled some pictures out of the box and handed them over to Naruto, whose eyes proceeded to widen in shock. The photos were seemingly taken from Sakura's perspective, and they were of him serving her! One had him kissing her feet, another her butt, there was even one where she was sitting on his face!

"Remember doing any of this?"

"No! What the hell!"

"Ok, last item. Maybe this will do something." Sakura pulled a DVD out of the box and popped it in the player. Naruto's drunk, smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Hello, I'm *hic* Naruto Uzumaki. I've literally saved the whole fucking world multiple times and am in line to be the next Hokage. But I really want to be Sakura Haruno's slave, because she's beautiful, perfect, fun, funny, sweet and just better than me in every way. She deserves to have her every need met, and I'm going to meet those needs! I am grateful and honored to be allowed the privilege of being the slave to such a perfect goddess. Look... I even signed a contract!"

"Good job, slave!" Sakura drunkenly giggled. Her voice came from off camera, so apparently she was filming. "You went a little overboard complimenting your goddess, but I'll allow it. Come here and kiss my foot!"

On the screen, Naruto crawled over to Sakura and obediently kissed her foot. The screen suddenly went dark as Sakura apparently dropped the camera, causing the video to come to a stop.

In real life, Naruto was so shocked that he didn't notice Sakura bring her foot up to his face.

"You apparently like kissing this." Sakura teased. "So give it a kiss."

"No way!"

"You have to, you're my slave." Sakura grinned teasingly. "Kiss my foot."

Naruto sighed, but kissed his friend's foot.

"Hahaha, now you've kissed my foot sober."

"Very funny... What are we going to do about all this?"

"Well, you can start by giving me a foot rub, slave." Sakura ordered with that same teasing look on her face. She was having a blast with this.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Naruto groaned. He grabbed Sakura's feet and placed them in his lap, before taking the foot he had just kissed and began rubbing it.

"You're not enjoying serving your goddess? I thought you were honored to be my slave." Sakura giggled.

"Seriously though, Sakura, what are we going to do?"
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