This is my new story, Sleepwalker. I hope you like it. It does not follow the canon plot, because I don't think Konoha will ever be...be..(starts crying).
(Disclaimer:) Throughout this whole entire story, I do not own anything at all. Naruto is the property of Kishimoto Masashi. Sleepwalker is the property of FlyLeaf. I. Own. Nothing.
"Have you noticed anything odd about Haruno Sakura lately?"
"No, what's wrong with her?"
"Well I wouldn't say something was wrong with her, it's just that she's been sleepwalking lately. I thought it was just a weird once in a while thing-- I went out one night to take the garbage to the curb and I saw her walking around with her eyes closed-- but I was out again the next night to pick up little Shiro's toys- that boy just doesn't listen- and she was at it again. And again the next night. And again the next. I don't know what causes that kind of thing. Do you?"
"No, not at all. That's so bizarre. Do you think she's aware of it?"
"She should be. I walked up to her once to see if I could wake her and noticed she had a lot of bruises and cuts on her face. She ran into a lot of trees and fell. I'm sure she would have looked in the mirror and noticed something was wrong."
Walking around in my sleep
running into walls I can not see
falling and scraping up my face
She reached for another handful of herbs. They gave off an unpleasant aroma, but she tried her best to ignore it. The Hokage needed them for a new medicine. It was more experimental than anything, but she needed them all the same. She had said something about 'the cure for sake addictions.' The girl stood up, thinking how she wouldn't want to be someone to try said medicine. She frowned. The herbs were so strong that she could practically taste them, and it was not appetizing.
She heard footsteps running her way and had sensed a familiar chakra pattern and dodged at the last minute, escaping Naruto's attempt at a tackle.
"Hello to you too, Naruto."
"Hey Sakura-chan! Just got back from my mission- hey, what smells?" She held the herbs up to his nose. "Oh. Ew. Gross! They smell like...puke!"
"I've been aware of that for quite some time," she mumbled.
He looked at the girl. She seemed to be in a bad mood. She'd been like that since the attack on Konoha and the restoration of it. He looked at her face. "Hey Sakura-chan? Didja fall out of your bed again? You should really try to stay in there."
Sakura touched her cheek and grimanced. "Yeah, I guess so." She had assumed that she had gotten all those cuts and bruises from falling out of her bed. A lot. She wasn't aware that it was falling into trees and on concrete that did it. The oddest thing was, that after causing so much harm to herself on those nights, she wouldn't wake up. Just kept wandering around. In her sleep. It was always for a few hours, then she'd wander all the way back home, where she's wake up in the morning wondering why her face looked like it did.
"We're gonna have to get you some rails on that bed of yours, Sakura-chan. Those scars are awfully u-" he stopped when he saw an anger vein appear on her forehead, her eyes narrowing. "I- I mean...um..well," he sighed and looked down, before gently cupping her fragile face in his hand, looking her in the eyes, startling her a bit, "I'm not saying that you're ugly, Sakura-chan, it's just these," he ran his fingers over the scars, "things. You're so beautiful without them, and-"
"Stop. I get it. They'll heal. You're overreacting," she said, a pretty blush gracing her pale cheeks. She looked away. His hand remained, and he ran the tips of his fingers over the scares again, this time infusing his own chakra into them. They disappeared.
"Thank you, Naruto."
"No problem. Now let's get these stinky things to Tsunade-baachan. I can taste them, and I kinda want to throw up in my mouth a little."
Sakura cracked a small smile. Something that was sentimental to Naruto, for it was of genuine quality, something that had been missed.