Attachments.

Everyday was something new. Like raising a baby, Sakura had watched the little woman with fascination uncustomary for most medic's and their patients. Thoroughly abandoning the need to label the thing, she'd found her trust for the stranger much deeper than natural, even while her presence was debated. Obviously, she wasn't a member of the leaf, but the circumstances in which she'd arrived in were of the most suspicious. And of course, the deal of blood they'd found in the recent area that was decidedly not of the child woman led others to think she was a threat, a spy. But in truth, no one had gotten a full analysis. Sure, they probably could have restrained her, and one had been so bold to try, but when those large sea colored eyes filled up with shining tears and the patient's body began to shake with sobs, he'd suddenly found himself utterly incapable.

In other words, she simply seemed too pathetic.

Spending time brushing out the mahogany tone of her curls, Sakura couldn't help but miss Ino's presence at times like this, she'd never really had a hand for dealing with hair like her best friend. But finding that the girl enjoyed the ministrations due to the uncanny sound of a purr emitting from her, she'd continued with renewed confidence.

In fact, every time she'd entered the room the guest would dart to the pink haired female, searching her pack for the familiar tones of the bristly brush. The first time she'd done so, obviously, the shinobi had been unnerved by the unrealistically fast motions, and presumed that an attack had come her way. But, as the pattern continued, the medic-nin found her sense of getting used to the strange figure. And as the wide curls smoothed out in desirable waves that covered her entire back, Sakura found a pause inevitable.

"…How about I cut your hair?"

The rosette questioned, leaning over slightly to determine the possible change of expression of the other female. The curve of her nose was rather adorable, and all too visible…but also completely foreign. An aristocrat's nose, one only found on those rich fair skinned people. Shaking those thoughts from her head and accepting the fact that girl's expression hadn't changed and sighed, resuming her first intention to smooth out the masses of the girls tresses.

"Deliah"

The foreign tone, rather sudden, had surprised Sakura, of course. But the patient she knew re-appeared in just a moment after she'd spoken. Turning toward the groomer herself, the "Deliah' put a finger on her full lips and uttered an incredibly loud 'shh!' before falling into the familiar fit of giggles, usually a signal for the nin to depart. For soon after the giggling started, so did that eerie silence. Where she would become as empty as she'd been back in the forest. Physically fine, it was like she'd go into a daze, completely worn out but not sleeping. A very strange quirk indeed. Soon enough, indeed, the sound faded into a simple memory, the dark haired one's head tilted forward in order to fall into the little way of sleeping she carried along with her from the forest. With a slight shake of her head, the sunny woman left the bed, only offering a slight glance to the stranger still seated like a statue on the bed.

Her steps echoed on the bare hospital walls of the hallway, her shoes predictably comfortable as all shinobi's tended to be, so it was no cause of discomfort that caused the woman to pause. Her slight form had met a sense of stillness as she turned her head toward the sound of recognizable heels echoing about the confinements of her walkway.

Unsurprisingly her shishou had rounded the corner, at first a tentative smile appeared on the kunoichi's lips at the sight of the blonde, however, it faded at the ominous expression on the hokage's features.

"iTsunade-sama?"

"Come with me, Sakura-chan."

The woman said tensely, leaving no room for argument. Bemused footfalls followed the broad steps of her sensei, undoing the short strands of her pink hair, she tossed them about to rid them of the style of her 'work hair'. The hospital was a beloved place, and she enjoyed following after Tsunade…Most of the time. But it was moods like this that reminded her that the woman she followed was one to be highly respected at all times. Being led into one of empty patient's quarters, to her own surprise, green hues detected nothing out of the ordinary except for her master and teacher's expression.

"Tsunade-sama?"

She questioned yet again, curious as to what the message was. Unable to help herself, the tone nearly mimicked down to a point of undisguised impatience. And surley hearing this, the elder would utter a sigh, her hands linked behind her back, the knowable heels creating a sense of rythym with her slow pacing.

"…How many times a day do you visit that girl, Sakura?"

The harsh tone was one she was used to, and it hardly delayed her response in the slightest.

"Twice, sensei, once in the morning and once in the evening…"

The answer was perceived with a strange reaction, the woman stopped her needless saunter to face front yet again, that increasingly full figure shamelessly displayed by a dangerously low cut haori, her ruby lips pursing. She supposed, that especially through a man's eyes, at any age someone would find this woman quite attractive. Blonde, extremely full figure, a cute mouth and nose but followed by wide eyes that could have looked innocent…if she wasn't scowling nearly all the time. A delicate finger would scratch Sakura's temple as she contemplated, knowing now that Tsunade was deep in thought, and at least holding her tongue for the moment. Surely the elders haven't decided that Deliah is that much of a risk? The pinkette feared the worst, judging by the opposite's expression. In an authoritative manner, she'd finally speak after a strange heavy pause.

"Homura Otchan, Koharu-sensei want to meet with the…girl, tomorrow. Now I don't know why, really there's no damn point when the thing can't even talk."

Another frown, this one deeper than the last.

"But,it's beyond your control, and mine…their judgment is…worth something in the eyes of Konoha."

Sakura could swear that saying that could send her teacher straight to popping a blood vessel, but soon enough, the frown lines slid off her deceptively young face, calm as it was before the subject was approached. Wondering if that was all her shishou would say on the manner, Sakura let the silence hang in a more awkward manner than the last, bemused as to what her reaction should be. As if in answer, the hokage took firm steps so that she was just to the side of her student, a hand outstretched for the door before turning her visage only slightly just enough to view her apprentice.

"…It doesn't seem like a big deal. And I didn't think that it would be this much trouble…but Sakura, something's got the elders attention and It would be wise to proceed with a bit more caution if they've been riled up."

That was comforting, she guessed. Though really the only reason why was because her respected hokage was bemused as much as see. Once people got to see 'Deliah' [as she was now choosing to call her], they'd be fine with it. Or at least, that was what the kunoichi reassured herself with. Snapping back into reality as the curvy figure previously behind her had vanished through the doors, no doubt to her own office, Sakura fingered with the glove on her left hand, viridian hues searching for the answer somewhere in the tiled ceiling.