Chapter 5
They were six months out from Konoha and they had developed something of a … routine. Roles that each of them would play in their little two man troupe of outlawery.
Naruto found that Sakura was a natural pessimist. After the first week of whining and moaning- mostly about Sasuke- she had found a niche where she could get things done with a minimum of fuss. A realist, she called herself.
Optimism was Naruto's thing. When they were too hungry to sleep, he'd keep them both entertained with lame jokes, stories from his days running from the ANBU after various misdeeds, and his fondest memories of Iruka-sensei. Sakura would listen, smile (she stopped doing that after the second month, when- well, desperation makes you do things-) and they would pass the night away.
If it weren't for the layer of filth and constant state of near starvation, the closest thing he could compare it to was summer camp.