Warning: Drug Use and Sexual Graphics, M for Mature, Obviously
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She knew what she was doing was wrong, but it only registered as such on a very small level in her mind. After all, being a kunoichi she had done far darker and more horrendous things than steal. It wasn't even stealing in her mind for two reasons; one was that she was the head of the hospital and as such had access to everything there as if she owned it, so she could take what she owned home. The second was that she had been doing it so often and frequently for so long now it had become more of a daily habit like putting in contacts for her, although the effects were much of the same difference. They would both change her perception, one clearer than the other.
Transporting back to her office Sakrua threw her small pile of patient folders on the already cluttered desk while sighing heavily and pushing the door closed with her back. Tsunade was going to run her and Shizune to the ground if she kept passing all paperwork down the ladder. Walking around to the front of the desk Sakura pulled out the chair to sit down when she heard several knocks at the door and an incompetent nurse wailling about not wanting to give a sponge bath to a 'creepy old lech'. Sakura simply rolled her eyes and disappeared the moment the young nurse rudely flung the door open.
Sakura fled through the tree tops at a speed most shinobi favored for A or S class missions, not for getting to their places of living while in the village, but sifting through the thoughts in her mind she disappointingly realized that she was on her own life or death mission for herself. She quickly but very shakily performed her hand signals to deactivate the jutsu locked door to her humble apartment. Now that she was in her own house, not home no Sakura never had a home and never would, her erratic breathing slowed somewhat as a devious mind-grin spread through her body as anticipation began to flow through the cold veins.
Her mind went back to the previous weeks at the hospital. Several daimyo's had asked for their nieces and daughters to be put under her tutalage, but that was just a pretense. The young girls had no passion for helping others or medical jutsus, only looking cute in their nurses outfits outside of the hospital to attract male suitors as their guardians had instructed. Air heads with no air.
Last week she had once offered to help Tsunade with her paperwork one evening, just to prolong not going home to her dark and lonely apartment. After that her shishou decided that paperwork of the hospital would help Sakura learn focus and discipline and knowing her patients better, basically a long string of excuses of why Sakura would be doing all paperwork brought to Tsunade from now on.
Then there was this week.
She had already been on call for the whole day, getting ready to check on her supplies when she was paged to the ER, and how Naruto and Kakashi had been admitted to the hospital, both unconscious and covered in more blood than she knew was in a normal human body. The wounds she had treated had been so severe that even with her confidence come from steady dedication, her past education from her shishou Tsunade, and experience from working day in and day out at the hospital, she had much doubt that they could be restored to their normal genius selves, but she and her team had worked through 20 hours straight on both of them at the same time to stabilize them. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to do what she did every day anyway, but at the prospect of losing the final two people whom held whatever was left of her very debilitated heart equally between them she had been pushed over her normal need. Not to mention the fact that she knew the very person who had caused every single fatal wound in their bodies and minds. The very person who had started to push her over the very small edge she had already been sitting on in ANBU.
Yes, she had made it to ANBU because every team needs a medic and to improve and hone all degrees of her skills as a ninja, but like all who joined she had no idea what the tattooed private prestigious ranks actually entailed, like multiple assassinations through elders to children of eight, like massacres of entire clans of rival villages much undo the Uchiha clan, like the multiple yet none consensual sexual encounters required to gain access to a target otherwise impenetrable. Sakura was running low on sanity, self respect, and soul after so many back to back missions.
Sakura promptly swept through her living room and bedroom and walked into her small bathroom, turning on the hot water faucet and leaving it to run before it was an actual hot temperature as her apartment building did not have immediate response to basement hot water heater to her sixth floor apartment. She placed either hands on opposite sides of the plain white sink in front of her and ignored the self also staring down in the half body length mirror above said sink. Sakura took three deep breathes to calm her nerves as she crouched down and released her dubbed "living kit" from underneath the sink. Then, she proceeded to remove the numerous small pills from the secret pocket inside her nurse's uniform, right above her left breast. She placed them down on the counter and then swiftly snatched thme back into the palm of her hand, as if they had no right to be sitting upon her counter. Sakura cupped her hand underneath the running water and swallowed the water to ease the pills down her throat, more for comfort than actual help.
As she sat down on the toilet with her temporary escape running down to her stomach and nerves, she looked up. The mirror had started to fog and she couldn't see herself clearly anymore. That was just fine with her, she thought as she bent her head back. Sakura had not recognized her self in a severely long time.
"Well, just the way I Love to start my mornings, alongside an absolutely gorgeous woman," Genma lined as he fell into step with Sakura while also sliding his left arm around her waist and pulling her towards him.
Sakura rolled her eyes with an acceptable smile on her pink lips. "And you just know how I adore starting mine with the town whore. After all, we must do all we can to encourage the rumors that you probably spread about us being together," she playfully retorted as they rounded the street to a small cafe they frequented when spending time together.
"Yes we must," Genma enthusiastically replied holding his hand in a fist in front of them while sitting her down with a wink at a small outside table, then preceding to strut to the counter to order their coffee.
Sakura's friendship with Genma had come so easily with all the time she spent with Kakashi and Genma being his best friend and frequently around the pair.
Sakura cringed as she thought of Kakashi and instantly banished the thought of him from her mind.
She watched Genma flirt with the woman at the counter and her eyes narrowed as a contemptable upwards turn of her lips took place. The rumors about her sleeping with him while unjustified were understandable. She had latched onto him subconsciously whenever Naruto or Kakashi were out of reach for her. She felt bad somewhat for playing Genma. She knew they were superficial friends, she kept him around almost as a sort of alibi if anyone were to question anything about her but she never slipped around him like she did around people like Ino. Genma would tell her all of his latest conquests or how he felt about after a mission, but Sakura never let out any of her own emotions back, that could cause her facade to crack and that could not happen. It was easy being with Genma, while he was caring she knew that if he got on the topic of himself he could easily go on forever and so she always steered their conversations in that direction.
Any attention on her was not for her good.
"Maybe one of these mornings I'll get my wish of being by such a beautiful woman in an earlier morning in another horizontal position,"hot breath whispered into her right ear in a raspy, younger voice. Sakura shivered. She had closed her eyes as soon as she sensed the intruder behind her and had to mentally keep herself from inhaling the masculine, familiar, and missed smell. But she did lean back unconsciously, her body so used to being inside those strong and deadly arms, and jerked as she was only left leaning on the air. She narrowed her eyes in embarrassment as Genma came back towards her. Sakura flushed, half hoping, half knowing, that Genma didn't see the man playing behind her not a moment ago.
"I'm sorry Genma but I'm just so worried about their recovery, I don't have the right mind to dedicate myself fully to you and a good conversation, I hope you understand," Sakura said while grabbing the coffee and doing a small sort of bow before disappearing in smoke, just like her former sensei.
While she was planning to go to the hospital, she had been notified of her men's awakenings only just before she had met with Genma, a certain man with certain lips and hands had invaded her already distracted mind and when she arrived at the hospital she prayed that they would think the staining blush from sensual thoughts was from her force of effort to quickly reach the hospital.
Of course Genma understood her reason, the question was if it was real. Kakashi was the closest thing of a brother to him and he also knew how deeply Sakura cared for Naruto as well but he could only hope that her rush was because of genuine concern of her rag doll family and not because she had sensed how he planned to kidnap her for the day and interrogate her about her recently off behavior.
No matter how hard she had been trying, and he knew that she had been trying hard, she was scattered and unfocused, her words too forced and her smiles much to fake for his preference, marring her absolutely stunning face. How could she think that he would not pick up on the ANBU instilled tactics of hiding emotions, not only had he studied the same and better, but he was offended to think that she thought he couldn't pick up on such things. The fact that she was constantly making the subject himself was enough of a warning for Genma, what woman would willingly sit through his conversations of conquests and new techniques to try out. He did however allow her to use him as a distraction if she didn't want to talk about what was really happening with her but he needed to get to the bottom of things for her sake, his, and a couple of others who had also noticed the small scatterings of unusual mannerisms not natural to the kunoichi.
Genma sat down with his coffee at the wire table and started to form the same basic plan in a much different way.