A/N: Slight spoilers if you haven't read a few chapters
where we oick up from after the timejump. I tried to fill in a few of
the bits, I hope I did okay.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns
Team 7 and all other characters mentioned here.
Naruto had never seen Yondaime, being that Naruto's birthday coincided with Yondaime's deathday, but he had seen pictures. There was a portrait in the Hokage's office; he looked at it when he was supposed to be receiving missions. He'd been to Kakashi-sensei's apartment once and briefly peeked at his team picture. Ero-sennin never let on, but that old pervert was about as sentimental as a woman. He'd had a stack of pictures hidden away in one of his packs. There were at least three of Yondaime at various stages of growth.
Maybe Naruto's memory was fuzzy, maybe he'd taken one to many hits to the head. But even if his memory served false, mirrors never did. And ever single mirror he passed told him that he looked increasingly like the Yondaime. And, kami-sama, did it scare him.
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Sasuke never spent a particular amount of time on his appearance. When he was younger he purposefully made himself look as repellant as possible without being unhygienic in hopes that the hordes of females would leave him alone. But that was before he had left Konoha for sound. It was before Orochimaru had made him put on an abominable amount of make-up and face color and grow his hair out. It was before Sasuke had had a tremendous growth spurt that had left him at around five-foot-five. It was before the demented and backwards customs in Otokagure had left him seemingly more gaunt and pale by the day.
And maybe he was finally cracking, like his aniki had wanted him to, but he avoided mirrors like the plague. He had learned to put on any sort of make up without the use of one. So for the brief moment when he was caught unawares in front of a mirror, he pulled down his sleeves to hide the summoning tattoos and clenched his jaw. He was sure his tongue was the same as it had always been.
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Sakura had been the kind of young kunoichi who spent more time in front of her mirror than working on her kunai practice. When she found herself left behind by her teammates, she realized just what a foolish philosophy that had been. She went to Tsunade-sama and began training with her as a medic-nin. She learned about life. She learned about death. She learned how to deal out both. Sakura dealt with the complexities of poisons and the bluntness of an open gash. She became familiar with her chakra, down to the last ounce. And now she was learning strength she could almost meet Tsunade-sama blow for blow.
When Sakura looked in a mirror, she didn't see Tsunade-sama's pale yellow hair or golden eyes. She saw her own pink hair and green eyes. And maybe her slightly larger than average forehead. But Sakura knew that when Team 7 was Team 7 again, she was closer to matching her boys than she had ever been.