Hello everyone, Shiina here! This is my very first fanfiction, so please be patient with me. This will be a collection of drabbles all written from Sakura's POV. This is a new project for me, as I'm trying a new writing style and actually sharing my writing for once. I really hope y'all enjoy! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately the world of Naruto is not, and will never be, mine.
Musing #1: Self-Reflection
A burden. Such a small, seemingly insignificant word, yet it acts as a chain, keeping that voice in my head whispering "pathetic." I once thought of my inner as friend, a companion to keep me company when Ino was busy with her other friends. That was years ago, now my inner is simply a reflection of myself: a hindrance.
It's funny- I always thought I was a terrible actress, yet it seems I have everyone fooled. Yesterday, at our monthly "Girls Night," Hinata complimented me on my confidence. How humorous. Perhaps she thought I was Ino? Not sure how that'd be possible given my pink hair, but I simply couldn't understand her comment. Have I not always been the weak-link in team 7? The one always needing saving? I was at a lost for words- I merely smiled.
"Deadweight." I still remember when Naruto was the one who held that title. I'm ashamed to admit I agreed once. He, the boy who, against all odds, became the Hero of the Shinobi World, was once seen as a burden. It's only natural his old title be passed on to another. I haven't been called that publicly since Sasuke was a member of team 7, but I'm certain it's been burning my teammate's mouths. I've always been a step behind them, my boys. Naruto always insists I'm an asset of the team, the one to keep him and Sai in line. Even Yamato feels the need to lie, saying without me they'd probably all be dead. That's silly though; there are plenty of other medics.
I wonder if Tsunade-shishou regrets taking me as an apprentice. I certainly tried my best under her, yet I only managed to become a mediocre medic-nin. Perhaps she questions her decision as well. I won't lie and say I haven't heard the rumors. Some say I've surpassed her, but, as flattering as that is, I know I'm incapable of fulfilling those words. I will never amount to such success.
I wish I could turn off my inner. What a joy that would be- to be rid of her constant mutterings. She knows I agree with her, but it seems I need a constant reminder of my failures. Deadweight, burden, hindrance. Welcome to the life of Sakura Haruno.