This is a story I transferred from my account on Quizilla, I edited it heavily so either read this one, or that one. Please don't go comparing them, I know what's different :p I hope you enjoy this version the most, it should make more sense and should be easier to follow. In case you're wondering, my account on quizilla is SayaryNagire. You can message me there, i can confirm it.
Shh! My Secret Comeback... To Konoha!
"I, I can't breathe...No! I have to hold on just a little longer..."
"She's of no use to us anymore, get rid of her. Now!" A dark voice spoke, "Ditch her... Somewhere familiar."
"Consider it done." Her eyes twitched from the bright light shining in her face, her blurry vision caught sight of a tall man, a scary man. The Iwagakure symbol on everything she saw reminded her of the past six years, filled with pain, sorrow and fucked up memories. The lights faded, she passed out.
"I can only bring you this far. I'm sorry honey, but this is the way it's gotta be." The man said, he carried her gently into the forests of the Fire country and spotted a tree fitted for shelter.
"It's okay, you have been good to me Kei, I thank you for the help you gave me the past few years."
Drops of rain hit the leaves above her head, Kei looked up and said,
"That's my cue, I gotta go. Will I be seeing you?" Slowly she nodded before drifting away. "Sleep tight, my friend..."
"Come on you weaklings! I don't feel like coming late."
"Yes Gaara, coming!" a lazy voice replied, he dragged his feet over the ground and pondered, he muttered under his breath, "Damn pesky little brat..."
"What did you say Kankurou?!"
"Nothing Gaara-san!"
"I know what you're thinking..." A female voice replied. As the voices left with the feet, the young girl under the tree awoke. 'Where, am I? No time to think... I've got to get into Konoha. I need to reach him!'
Slowly but steady she got to her feet, her short blue, messed-up hair gave a slight hint of how rough her night was. As she turns to where the footsteps went, she saw something she missed for too long. A view she thought she'd never see again.
As she roamed the streets she hasn't felt underneath her feet for so long, she became reacquainted with the stares, countless eyes piercing into her back. After the feeling faded she passed a booth, hungry as a wildebeest she decided to go for a proper meal.
"Ohayo, please take a seat, how can I help you?"
She eyed the younger girl behind the counter and noticed an older man cooking the noodles. 'Nothing has changed...I hope.'
"I would like some miso-ramen-soup, and could you by any chance know where I could find Morino Ibiki?"
The young girl got a good look at the desperate woman, she recognised the look in her eyes and the burden they contained, "Many of you travellers carry the same pain, why do you seek for this man?"
As the man started cooking, he seemed to recognise the frail and tiny girl at the counter. "Is that you, Zaku?"
She looked up, a twinkle in her eyes showed the feeling she bares. She was recognised, and in this booth always appreciated and acknowledged. "It's good to see you again, Teuchi-san..." A faint smile bared her scars.
"Give the girl your coat and hat Ame-chan, she'll need it."
"I thank you a thousand times for this, I'll return it as soon as possible!"
"No need, it's the least we could do. After all, you saved my daughters life!"
"I must thank you for that!" Ayame said.
"Wait, you mean... You were that little girl? Wow, you've grown up well." Ayame and her father smiled in gratitude. A sly grin in return insured them she would do her best to keep herself save.
Another rooftop passed beneath her feet as she franticly jumped further and higher, 'At last, I finally found that wretched building... Why do they keep moving it?'
Carefully she jumped onto a balcony and as she peeked in, she saw three old faces she could never forget, a guard and a closed door. 'Right, so that's where he's supposed to be! I swear, I'll take down whoever gets in my way now!'
She opened the window slowly and tiptoed inside, luckily the three who could blow her cover faced her with their backs. The guard noticed and nodded, he reached for the knob waiting for her to get to him. But even before she passed the plant next to those three, she found herself pinned against something hard. The man held her tight with a double Nelson, but her hood hid her face well enough not to be recognised. "State your business stranger! At once!"
"No need to state for you, you filthy greyhound!" She threw her head backwards and hit him square in the face, just hard enough for him to let go without breaking his nose.
"Halt your actions Hatake-san! This lady had sent a message earlier, the urgency is stated high!" The guard ran to her side and escorted her to the door with the sign, 'silence, exams being taken'.
The doors flung open wildly, the guard yelled, "Morino-san! She has arrived!"
A man covered with scars as far as the eye could see, stood before the class. At least 72 pupils occupied the seats, his eyes were filled with a dark certainty. He filled his lungs, "The first exam is postponed!"
About 50 students cheered and threw their tests in the air, others were flabbergasted, simply speechless. Save for the gossip girls spreading the fire, 'Who is that girl?'
'She looks like she lives on the street'
'Why would they postpone the exam for her?!'
'What a terrible taste in fashion!'
A young pink haired girl eyed the hooded lady, behind her she saw her sensei looking quite displeased. 'Hmm, I smell something fishy, and for once it isn't Naruto!'
The scarred man brought the hooded woman to another door, whilst the students and examiners exited via the other. Unnoticed, Sakura left the flock of students and headed towards the other door. Locked, to her dismay.
"Yoh! Sasuke, Naruto, where's Sakura-chan?" a mature grey-haired man said.
"Haven't got a clue, sensei!"
"Say sensei, you looked like you could kill that lady from earlier, do you know her?" his raven haired student said.
"I just had a bad vibe, and I don't feel comfortable without knowing where that hotheaded neurotic is headed."
Muffled voices, footsteps, moving chairs. 'What's happening in there?!'
Sakura pressed her ear flat onto the door, near the keyhole in the hope of hearing what this mysteriousness was about. "Zaku, I'm glad you're back!"
"I'm glad too, Ibiki-sempai!"
Sakura gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth, 'It can't be-?!'
"Sakura! There you are! Come on, I'm buying you guys some ramen!"
Sakura shot straight up, trying to hide the massive door behind her frail posture, "N-no thank you sensei, I don't even like ramen!"
"Oh well, it is the thought that counts. Say, what are you doing by that door?"
She raised her hands in defence, "N-nothing sensei!"
He stepped closer, signalling the girl to move aside. As he reached for the knob, it started to turn on its own. He looked into the eyes of someone pained, "Kakashi-san, take your students and leave. At once."
Kakashi hesitated but nodded still. He diverted his look past Ibiki and noticed a dark silhouette next to the window. In the reflection of the glass he could gaze into her dark gloomy eyes, pitiful for him she did not gaze back.
Chpt 2: Shh! My Secret Scars… Revealed only for you!
"I missed this place, is it me or did they move the building?" She stared mindlessly out of the window, ignoring her former sensei.
"Zaku, answering my question with another question isn't going to help either of us."
She turned around to face him, her milky gaze showing her confusion. "You asked a question? Oh, I'm sorry, I must have phased out. I noticed I do that a lot lately. What was the question again, sensei?" She leaned against the wall close to the window, her arms loosely crossed against the cold.
"What will she remember?" he asked as he sat across his former student.
"That all depends on her and her memories Ibiki-san. If they are too far suppressed it can take days, even weeks."
The scarred man let out a disheartened sigh, "Will she be alright? Will she remember anything of her being in trance and the recalling of painful memories?"
The doctor hesitated, "I'm sure she won't remember something that shocking, which should take weeks, maybe months of daily treatments." As she stood behind the woman, she placed her fingers on Zak's temples. A glowing aura emitted from her hands, her eyes were blank, like they had always been.
"Hyuuga-san? Are you alright? What are you seeing? Is it, relevant?"
The doctor's eyes changed from pale lavender, to a black, darker than the pits of hell. She spoke in two voices, one not belonging to her. It's was a little girl's voice, who used to be close to Zaku. Before a certain mission. Before she became completely dispirited. Before all that, she was known as a gentle and sweet daughter devoted to raising a child that was not her own, in a loving, deserving way. Dedicated to become one of the best interrogation nins ever.
"Sensei, this may sound like a stupid question, but… Why aren't you eating your ramen? You look even more depressed than usual!" Naruto said between slurps, he pointed and looked at Sakura and said, "And I know you don't like ramen Sakura-chan, but you look like you're about to cry. What happened in the exam room you guys?" As he looked back and forth between the two, he noticed the black clouds and the dolor in their eyes.
While Kakashi moved his stare towards the outside of the ramen-stand, Naruto noticed tiny drops falling from Sakura's cheeks and into her soup. "Sakura-chan?"
"She's back, I can't believe she's even alive..."
He scooted closer, "Who's back Sakura-chan?"
Sasuke eyed her casually, thinking she was being pathetic like usual.
"She who raised me..."
"Your mother?" Sasuke said as she sniffed.
Sakura looked up, turned her gaze towards her sensei, who looked at her awaiting, and spoke, "No, my older sister."
"Imouto-chan, don't tell mother and father about this, alright?" the lifeless body on the chair said, the doctor who spoke for the small girl nodded, "Promise, okay? Promise me Imouto!"
The frantic adolescent's voice shook in chair as well as the doctor's. "I promise! I promise!" the Hyuuga said in that certain child's voice.
"You know why mother and father were mad at me last time?" Dr. Hyuuga shook her head, "I took the responsibility for the vase you broke, the stains you put on mother's favorite blouse and for the dent on father's honorary medal."
The Hyuuga gasped sharp, "But those were accidents! You know that!"
"That doesn't matter! He would've beaten up either one of us! That's why I can't stay, as soon as he has punished me I'm going to leave on a mission. I'm so sorry that I can't take you along with me, I'm not sure if I'll even return!" The Hyuuga started to sob as she silently muttered 'no', the young woman started to suffocate whilst simply sitting on her chair. The doctor collapsed and Zaku's breathing returned to normal. Her face met with the table, there she stayed unconscious as the doctor was pulled to her feet by her assistant, both clutching the chair.
Ibiki was simply bewildered by the slightest thought of this, but he had to believe what he just saw for he had no other choice nor evidence. "Musume-chan, I'm so proud of you, you innocent little girl."
"Go home guys, I need to talk to Sakura. Our agenda's empty for the next couple of days but stay alert, you never know. Bye!" he waved at the young teens as they both walked a different way, as they reached out of sight he turned to his last student.
"I know why I am exasperated at my sister, but why are you aggravated by her?" she said. He sneered but seemed to snicker at the same time, "I'll tell you when you're old enough to read Icha Icha. I just wanted to know if you could tell me where she would be staying, and where she could be right now."
She looked up at him, her eyes still red from the burning tears, "Sensei, I didn't even knew she was coming! To be honest, I didn't even know she was alive..."
He placed his hand on her head and ruffled her hair, "You, go home and don't tell your parents anything. Just rest, I'll sort things out. If I discover anything, I'll contact you tomorrow. Sayonara!"
'Sayonara sensei, I hope you'll find my sister and restore your friendship... Before I have to kill her...'
"I said, get me the Hokage! Now!" Ibiki slammed his fist on the reception desk, "I've got a tortured kunoichi who's been gone and forgotten for six years on my hands, and if I can't get a damned physician and the one responsible for it, then she'll die from trauma!" Flames emitted from his eyes and spirit. His chakra was fierce and scattered.
"I swear sir! He'll be here A.S.A.P and we'll get her the best doctors available and-"
"No need, Makuko-san," an elderly voice spoke, Ibiki turned and saw the man, it was the Hokage. "She'll be fine if you just tend to her needs and wounds. I'll handle Morino-san."
'My dearest, whatever happened to us? What made us grow apart? What made us hate each other?' he thought as he held a framed picture in his bare hands, he sighed.
"I wish I could just, you know... I don't know what I wish. A letter or two would've been nice... Where the hell have you been?" he muttered as he traced her figure on the only picture of her he had. A class graduation picture with the top-students sitting on the front row. Of course Kakashi sat there, together with... No one, he was the only one on the first row but right behind him, sat two girls. One with half-long purple hair, and one with short red-brownish hair and bandages on her cheeks. A girl with long blue hair and a boy with spiky black hair and goggles, stood at the side. Technically the blue haired girl wasn't supposed to be on the picture, but she was standing next to her only friend back then, the spiky haired boy with goggles. "You were always better then me, you were just afraid to show it."
A loud series of knocks disrupted his train of thought.
"Die by trauma? You really know how to stir up some trouble, Ibiki-san." The Hokage said as he placed his pipe on the table.
"My sincerest apologies, Hokage-sama."
"You do know who have requested to be notified by ANBU if she might ever be admitted to a Katon hospital, or better yet, even seen in Katon, right?" Ibiki thought deep, he couldn't recall the list they gave him.
But one name got to him though, "Hatake Kakashi…" he muttered under his breath.
"Not only him Ibiki, a great deal more people."
"Where is she?! I demand to see her! Now!" The man with dark brown hair stood at the desk as he raised and slammed his fist down in anger.
"I see you still haven't lost your temper, Haruno-san."
He looked over his shoulder to see someone familiar yet not family nor friend. "Hatake, you filthy greyhound, what are you doing here?"
He walked up to the desk and leaned against it with his back, gripping the edge, "I'm here for something personal, and you? Did you come here to pick up your daughter's corpse?"
The man huffed, "She's alive and I know it! And I'm taking her home!"
Kakashi had loathed this man even since before he met Zaku. He kept his voice as monotone as possible and shrugged, he tried to not look at him in disgust, "She's dead to me, and even if she's still breathing she'll stop as soon as you get your hands on her."
Anger rose inside the man, his blood almost boiling,
"What are you saying? Are you claiming I might kill my own flesh and blood?" The jounin looked him straight in the eye and snapped inside, the man never got on his good side. Despite his own wish of not granting the man a second glance nor an opening, he turmed towards him and stepped even closer. Slowly his lips moved behind his mask, "It wouldn't be the first time.