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Prompt: ". . . what if there were ninja that could fight by using music to control things in nature, like harmonize with chakra and have seals all over their bodies to make natures music."

She was never listening to Naruto again. Ever. The pain was simply not worth it.

Go to the Village Hidden in Sound, he said.

It'll be fun, he said.

The seal nearest her shoulder throbbed. Honestly, if the baka thought this mission was a good idea by even the slimmest margin, then he was insane and Sakura was seriously considering having the boy medically diagnosed as such when she got back.

The red-headed girl with the clarinet was already bad enough, but to have friends that could make up a whole freaking orchestra was worse.

Now she had to deal with the weird guy with white hair and two very serious looking red dots painted above his eyes. And he was staring at her. A lot.

It's just a political visit, Naruto had said. You're good at those, Sakura-chan! Piece of cake!

Sakura fisted her hands, hearing the leather from her gloves creak. She could do worse things than diagnose the Hokage as medically insane and incompetent.

Like destroy the Village Hidden in Sound. Or, as Sakura liked to think of it as, the Village Hidden in freaking nowhere. Honestly, the Sound people were waaay too careful with those invisibility seals adorning their bodies. Too many seals on too many people had side-effects. Negative side-effects. Such as making it impossible for ninjas from surrounding villages to drop in for a nice glass of sake and to drop off the newest scroll containing the agreement for prosperity and understanding that neither village would launch the next great shinobi war.

And when her clear-vision seal finally kicked in and let her find the stupid village, what do you know, some red-headed chick comes at her, clarinet already at her lips and unknown chakra vibrating around her, and, well . . . what happened next really wasn't Sakura's fault.

So she might've released one of her seals of destruction. And she might've caused a mini earthquake that leveled more than a few buildings and left major cracks in the foundation of others, but really, it wasn't her fault.

Now she was in custody, and the white-haired dude was totally checking out the diamond shaped seal on her forehead. She wondered if he was comparing it to his own little two red dots on his forehead. Maybe they could compare notes on seals.

You know, when she wasn't in custody and all the shenanigans blew over.

"It's just a scroll from the Hokage," Sakura said. Again. For the sixteenth time. "We sent messengers. Many, many messengers to give fair warning, but they could never find your village."

She may or may not have said that last bit with more than a little bite to her words.

The whole 'Hidden Village' thing was not supposed to be taken so literally.

They had tied her hands together with chakra suppressing chains, the seals circling around the iron. She could easily break them but figured that it wouldn't help her cause very much.

White-haired dude blinked slowly at her. He kinda reminded her of a sloth. A sloth with pretty eyes. Sakura made a mental note to ask him about his eyeliner and how he managed to get it to look like that even in this heat.

"You shattered the ground around our village and ruined a good amount of the protection seals lining it," he said.

Sakura winced. "I've got the scroll from the Hokage in my pouch?" she offered. "For respect and peace between our villages?" She was trying really, really hard to not make it sound so much like a question.

If Sasuke had to come get her because she was tried for an unwitting (and totally not her fault) attack on the Village Hidden in Sound, she was never going to hear the end of it. She could just imagine his self-satisfied smirk at her folly, even though she fucking knew he would have done the exact same thing—probably would do worse, in fact.

White-haired dude reached into her pouch and pulled out the scroll that was, in fact, sealed with the Hokage's signature. He opened it and skimmed the contents, then gestured over one of guards—one of the orchestra, Sakura quipped in her mind, having eyed all the musical instruments each of them carried, noticing the trombone this guard had—and handed him the scroll. He bowed to white-haired dude and disappeared in a flash of smoke and musical notes.

Sakura snorted.

White-haired dude looked back at her. He reached down and unlocked the chakra suppressing chains around her wrists. "I'm Kimimaro," he said.

"Sakura," she said, rubbing her wrists out of reflex. The seals there flared to life.

He quirked his head at her, his gaze again going to her forehead. She knew her diamond shaped seal was likely turning white and little lines were fluttering around it, trying to spread down her body after noticing all the unknown chakra seals around her.

"Has anyone told you it's really, really hard to find your village?"

Kimimaro's face didn't change all that much, still as stoic as when she met him, but one corner of his lip quirked up at that.

Honestly, how did he get his eyeliner to do that?

Author's Note: Well, there's the first prompt! PM me here or on my Tumblr with your prompt if you'd like me to do yours.