"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while…" muttered Sakura, eyes on the Uchiha as they filed into the room.
"Sorry about this," Izuna replied, leaning toward her. "I know this is probably the last thing you want to do right now."
"Are you kidding me? This is my first time seeing a clan council meeting up close and personal. I'm expecting drama, yelling, maybe even some fist fights," Sakura said, smile wide and teasing.
Izuna snorted at the very idea of these elders using their rusty shinobi skills against each other. "Honestly, I'm not sure that they can use their Sharingan, let alone fight hand to hand."
"You'd be surprised how spry they still are," Sakura said, waving to one of the elders. "They were able to activate their Sharingan when I was healing their Curse."
Izuna smiled at her warmly. "They all love you, you know? They've brought you up in council meetings before."
"Really?" Sakura asked, secretly flattered. "What sort of things do they say about me?"
Izuna flushed, turning his gaze away. Most of the time, the elders insisted that Sakura needed to be married by someone in their family to bring her into the fold. Madara had already taken himself out of the running with threats and his Sharingan.
This left Izuna as the main candidate.
Izuna cleared his throat. "All good things. They talk about your kindness and compassion, your sharp shinobi skills, and your unprecedented medical abilities." He shrugged. "Basically they praise the ground you walk upon."
Sakura laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. "You exaggerate."
Madara called for attention and both fell silent. Sakura's eyes landed on the current speaker, a smile lighting her face.
Izuna kept his gaze on her, soft and open.
"Not even slightly," he replied, face flushed.
Sakura glanced at him, surprised and flustered.
"Not even slightly."