Okay, so in this one we happen to be dealing with an unstable Sakura. I like the idea of making her unstable and then forcing her to get better. Sakura happens to be my favorite Naruto character as well as gaara. I only wish masashi took more care in the development of her person.

It wasn't that she was unhappy with her position; but that did play a part in her current state of stress. Overall it wasn't that she was happy either; because god only knew the amount of issues she had. But not everything could be fixed with medication and sleep; and there was no way in hell she was going to eat again. There was no point; her body was just going to regurgitate it. Regardless, she'd just lost all the weight from her last binging spree thanks to a certain Uchiha male whom she found in a promising position with her best friend; all this because, her life wasn't full of enough angst and drama that wouldn't rival that of a soap opera.

Dragging a pale hand through bright bubblegum locks, green eyes scanned over the release from once more for the patient in room 304. The patient had recently given birth and had several other children to take care of; frowning; Sakura opposed the release form, placing it on a growing stack on the right side of her desk. Turning her head slightly, she noticed the stack of papers to her left and held back a groan as well as the intense urge to burn the room and all of its contents. Standing from her desk, she slipped on the dark blue jacket and headed out of her office; making her way down the staircase to stand in the dimly let background of the hospital. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a cigarette and lighter; quickly lighting and taking a long drag.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, she leaned her head back against the cool brick of the hospital building. It was Friday night, and she was most likely going to spend it slaved over paper work and surgeries once more. Chuckling, she took another drag from the cigarette, exhaling the smoke through her nose.

"It pays the bills.." Sakura scrunched her nose in slight irritation of her comment. It did way more than pay her damn bills; she had way more money than she could handle. It seemed that with the more money she got, the less she knew how to spend it. She had a closet full of clothes, a fully furnished house, food in the fridge, a library, large fucking apartment, and what, 2 cars? No matter how much money she gave to charities, she still had more then she knew what to do with.

Sakura contemplated just quitting her job as an ER surgeon and head of medical studies to just go back to college. But go to college and do what? The familiar feeling of dread creeped up her spine and Sakura had the intense urge to just go to the corner bakery and buy them out of all their strawberry and chocolate cakes. Stomping out the cigarette, Sakura reached into her back pocket to pull out her keys and credit card. Fuck work, she was going to use her vacation time.

"So, how was our routine this week?"

"The same."

"Elaborate?"

"I got up in the morning, forced myself to shower then contemplated using my razor to slit my neck."

"I thought we were passed that Haruno."

"Guess we aren't. Are done here?"

"We still have fifty-five minutes."

"It's only been five minutes? Wow, feels like an hour."

"ha-ha, continue Haruno."

"I happen to be a doctor. I don't understand why I'm here."

"You need someone to help regulate your life. Is Sasuke no longer around?"

"I caught him with Ino."

"So we're done with the whore."

"Yup."

"Have you...?"

"Binged? Yesterday I bought like 2 chocolate cakes and ate till I threw up."

"You can't keep holding this in Sakura. What about Naruto?"

"He just got married to fucking Hinata."

"Weren't you two friends?"

"Before, or after she stole my boyfriend?"

"…You're still lingering on that?"

"Why wouldn't I? We would be married and expecting a child right now had she not gotten wasted and pregnant by him."

"Sakura…we've had this conversation before."

"You keep wanting me to talk about my feelings."

"So you're mad at Ino?"

"well…no.."

"Sasuke? Naruto? Hinata?"

"No...I'm..."

"What is it?"

"its.."

"Sakura."

"I'm mad at myself.."

"why?"

"Because I keep fucking shit up. I either have to work myself to exhausting to avoid suicidal thoughts and depression; or I go home and eat, feel like a pig, then make myself throw up."

The therapist frowned slightly, before writing something down on her clip board.

"…I want you to do something out of the ordinary. Why not call up Sai?"

"We'll just sit there in silence."

"Have him teach you to paint."

"We did that last month Doc."

"Well then…How about you get back into Boxing? That kept you happy for a while."

"Yea, when I was 19. I'm 25. I doubt it'll work."

"Well here, how about you enroll in a boxing class and just take it for a week. If you feel like nothing has changed, we'll try something else."

"Can I leave now?"

"We have thirty minutes."

"Would you like to spend it in silence..?"

"…Suppose not. See you in a week Haruno."

"..Later."

"Oh and Sakura?"

"Hm?"

"Have you seen Akira lately?"

"…I checked up on him yesterday before work."

"I think you should take him for a while since you are on leave an all…it might just do you some good..."

Standing up from the couch Sakura flicked her hands on her pale blue dress to remove the wrinkles, reaching onto the table for her sun hat and glasses. Placing them on her head and face, she forced a smile to the doctor and made her way out of the rook, her white jimmy-choos clacking on the tiled floor as she left the building. Frowning, she hailed a cab and made her way towards the recreational part of town. Paying the driver she exited the cab and entered the gym, her eyes immediately going to brawl in the ring.

"SAKURA!" At the sound of her name being screamed, she turned and quickly reached for the door, only be pulled back.

"You've been ignoring my calls."

"Just busy Naruto." Frowning, the male removed the helmet from his head, slipping off his gloves and hanging them over his shoulder.

"Hinata wants you to come for dinner."

"No."

"Sakura…"

"Don't 'Sakura'. Hell to the fucking no." Naruto moved backs lightly from the petit female, giving her enough room to shove past him and head into the back room to apply for a gym membership. The female at the desk had looked at her oddly when she stated she only wanted it for a week.

"So this is like a trial thing?" Sakura nodded toward the female.

"I take it you want to use the treadmill?"

"he ring."

"..Whoa a-are you sure?"

"Positive."

"M'kay the...names Temari by the way."

"Wait, Temari Sabaku?"

The name immediately brought back memories of a one night stand a year ago.

"Wait, You're Gaara's sister?" Temari smiled up at the younger female and laughed.

"You know my baby brother?"

"…You have no idea."

Sakura groaned and shoved away her inner; forcing it back into the darkest corners of her mind. Now the damn thing wanted to come up. Reaching for the papers, she signed off her name and turned to leave the gym, reaching into her bodice to pull out her phone and place a reminder on it.

"Oi, Sakura." Said person turned to look at the male calling out her name; bright blue and pale green focusing on one another for a moment before averting gazes.

"…for old times' sake?" Nodding, Sakura disposed of her shoes, hat, phone and glasses; jumping over the ropes to stand in the center of the ring.

"No gear?"

"You know me better than that." Turning to face each other in the ring, Naruto put a mouthpiece in his mouth as he bowed to his longtime friend. The moment his head was raised, her foot connected harshly with the side of his head, sending him to the floor; quickly pouncing she pinned him down, her fist colliding with the side of his twice before he tapped.

"Holy shit. Were you trying to kill me?"

"..If you hadn't tapped, I'd have given you a concussion." Leaving the ring, and slipping back on her heels, Sakura reached for her belongings and made her towards the door.

"..We're both really sorry."

"A little too late..."

The sound of laughter echoed throughout the small room, as an older blonde female tickled the small child. Sakura leaned back against the kitchen counter sipping a cup of tea.

"So you came for Akira."

"Well Yea…" Tsunade turned to look at Sakura and smiled.

"Good. I was not going to be a mom twice." Placing the cup down, Sakura took hold of her child, pressing her lips gently to his forehead.

"I'm not my mom Granny."

"I know. I'm glad you came to your senses though. How's therapy?"

"I'm going to take boxing again, she suggest that and taking Akira."

"It might make you better."

"…I know…I saw Naruto." Tsunade stopped mid step and turned to look at her god daughter.

"What happened?"

"He wants me over to eat with him and Hinata."

"It might fix things."

"we both know it won't.."

"Ino stopped by yesterday."

"I'm done with her hoe-ass self."

"Good to know." Tsunade continued walking to the fridge to pull out a cup of pudding, placing it on the table to take a spoonful from it. Sakura sat on the edge of the counter, bouncing akira lightly on her lap as he clutched her finger in his small hand.

"You ever going to tell the father?"

"Granny. I was lonely…and we both just wanted to feel wanted. I doubt he's fit to be a parent."

"And you are?"

"I trying aren't I?" Tsunade nodded, and busied herself with eating. Akira moved to stand on his mothers lap, his right hand reaching to tangle itself within her pink locks. His jade eyes twinkled with laughter as Sakura leaned forward to blow air on his cheek. His shaggy red hair threading between her fingers.

"His stuffs in the living room. Be safe." Sakura smiled back at her godmother, making her way into the living room to place Akira in his car seat. Turning, she huffed slightly at the two bags that were most likely filled with clothing a baby supplies.

"Did you leave anything behind?" Sakura shouted back jokingly.

"His strollers outside, so just put the bags in it and fold it. Oh and his jumper is in the right bag."

"Jumper?"

"Yea, you strap it onto yourself and he sits in it."

"I doubt I'll use that granny…"

"Well, I put his swing in there as well. So when you go to the gym he can just sit in it."

"Wait what?"

"Right bag is for clothing and supplies. Left is for baby toys. The cab should be outside by now."

"Oh okay, Bye."

Tsunade stuck her head out of the kitchen to wave at Sakura, chuckling slightly as she carried both the bags to the taxi and put them in the trunk along with the stroller. Akira busied himself with gnawing on the binky in his mouth just before Sakura came back inside the house to grab the car seat he was seated in.

The thirty-minute car ride was spent in relative silence. The older male who was driving the cab commented on the behavior of Akira, and all Sakura could do was smile and thank him. It wasn't as if Tsunade herself raised Akira, she just spent nights with him; Sakura didn't trust herself alone with him with her state of mind. The cab driver offered to help her carry the items inside the apartment, and the three of them took the elevator to the 3rd floor of the high class apartment. The male placed the items in the center of the living room, and Sakura happily gave him a twenty dollar tip. As the door closed, Sakura placed Akira on the floor in his car seat; busing herself with opening the duffle bag filled with his toys. Setting up the small play pen in the center of the room with some toys, she placed Akira in the pen and proceeded to set up the rest of his things. His swing-set sat to the left of the couch near the wall but away from anything harmful, but close enough to be viewed from the kitchen and to see the TV. She placed the jumper on the coat closet by the front door and folded the stroller placing it in the closet as well. Taking out three baby monitors (leaving one on the kitchen/living room bar), she made her way down the hallway and to her bedroom, placing the baby monitor on her bedside table, several foot steps away from the white the crib that sat in the corner of the pale pink painted room. Reaching under the crib, she pulled out a set of blue polka-dot sheets, placing them in the crib along with a small stuffed raccoon dog. Turning, she reached onto the changing table, opening the drawing to pull out a bag of socket plugs, and counter protectors. Making her way to her office, she placed the other baby monitor on the book shelf to the left of her desk near the window.

She made her way around the house, placing the plugs on any corners and plugs in all unused sockets. Sighing, she reached for the second bag, pulling out several jars of baby food, placing them in an empty cabinet to the right of the skin on the top shelf; on the bottom she placed the child proof plates, cups and utensils. Turning to check on Akira, she smiled towards him as she made her back to her room, opening a set of draws to the right of the crib and placing all his clothes into the drawers, the box of dippers sitting between the crib and the changing table (all this of course taking over the left half of the bed room).

Dropping herself onto the couch beside the pen, she turned on the TV, Akira immediately being occupied with watching Scooby-doo. Turning slightly, Sakura reached for a stack of papers on the side table on the right side couch; pulling the stack to her lap, she started writing and going over patients.

After an hour of working off and on, Sakura took note of the sun setting, and turned to look at a dozing Akira. Smiling, she reached for him, holding him gently to her chest as she made her to the bed room; changing his clothing and dipper. Putting him down in the crib, she set about to opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of milk, and placed in the microwave. As it heated, she turned off the lights in the now diming house, carrying the bottle of milk back to the bedroom and testing it on her skin before picking up Akira and bottle feeding him. Within a few moments, he'd finished the bottle and she busied herself with burping him, placing him on the bed as she changed into her nightgown. Gently sitting on the bed, she turned off the bedside lamp and got beneath the covers; Akira immediately crawling towards her to bury himself at her side beneath the covers. Placing several pillows at his back, Akira Drifted off to sleep; living Sakura not to far behind.

And for the first time in months, she actually slept.

the next chapter will let us dig into Sakura's past. Now, there will be some naruhina bashing in this for story purposes as well as sasuke and ino bashing. Don't get mad, its important for the story development.

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