Normal POV.Sakura and Kazumi were waiting at the gate cloaked in black, barely visible to the naked eye. Tsunade had instructed for them to wait there for directions and a few supplies from Shizune. They saw a figure walking up to them. It was Shizune with her little pig.
"Hey Sakura and Kazumi. Here are the supplies you will need and a map. Also, Tsunade asked me to tell you to use the transformation jutsu for a disguise. We don't want anyone recognizing you. And since that's all, I'll be leaving now. Take care." She quickly handed them their supplies and ran off. Kazumi shrugged and used the transformation jutsu, along with Sakura. A puff of smoke surrounded the two. When the smoke cleared, two completely different looking girls stood there coughing. Kazumi now had brown hair, with black eyes, and Sakura a lighter shade of her hair with blue eyes. Both nodded and walked cautiously through the gates, checking for any guards. Sure enough, there were, although, they were asleep. They then quickly ran into the forest and stopped when they could no longer see the gate.
"Kazumi, could you hand over the map to me?"
"Why you?" Sakura rolled her eyes.
"Because I'm used to this stuff, and I bet you don't know a thing about maps." Sakura smirked. Kazumi suddenly found great interest on a patch of grass mumbling something unintelligible and handed over the map. Sakura took the map and read over it.
"Well, we have to go over this way, through a swamp, where we'll less likely be followed or ambushed." Sakura put the map in her pouch and they went on their way.
With Kakashi's group...Normal POVKakashi and the other three (Sasuke, Naruto, and Sai) came back from their mission and were now each grieving for their comrades, each in different ways. Kakashi-sensei wasn't reading his ridiculous porn books, Naruto stopped eating Ramen, Sai was...well, Sai, only small tears were forming in his eyes, not even knowing why. And Sasuke, he acted as if he didn't care. But deep down inside, he felt sorrow. ( ? Sasuke? Feeling sorrow? Sad? Whatever...just in this story... ) So, yeah Sasuke's grieving, but on the inside. And on with the two years later...here's the summary ^-^ .
Summary of two years later... . . .Sakura and Kazumi were now 15-16 years old, and returning to Konoha. Now stronger than they were before, they were ready to take down anyone who'd cross their path. Even Sasuke,Sai, Naruto, also Kakashi. When they reached the gates, two guards were asleep. Just like when they'd left. Poor security. ( :/ ) They just walked past the guards and up to the Hokage's office. Tsunade knew they were coming so she called up Naruto and the others. Sakura and Kazumi came through the window just when the others reached the door and opened it. The four were gaping at the familiar people. Sakura laughed while Kazumi stuck out her tongue and waved her hands.
"Remember us?" And the four, shockingly, just fainted. Dropped on the ground with a loud thud.
Kazumi's POVI crossed my arms and pouted.
"Well, that wasn't what I'd hoped for. More like a 'oh no, you've been dead for two years' or maybe some screaming and action. Yeah." Sakura laughed again and shrugged. She looked over to Tsunade.
"So, Tsnu-" A loud snoring noise came from Tsunade. Asleep. With a sake bottle next to her. Sakura looked disappointed.
"Shizune was supposed to get rid of those." She scowled. I gestured over to Tsunade's drawers.
"I'm afraid she still hasn't." I sighed dramatically. "I guess I'm gonna have to get rid of them myself then." Sakura rolled her eyes.
"Be careful, she gets angry if someone tries to take them."
"No duh." I walked over and took the sake bottle. Just when I had it, Tsunade's hand shot up. Her head slowly lifted then fell on her desk with a loud bang. I stifled a laugh. Her hand fell to her side and I cautiously opened her drawers. My eyes nearly popped out. All of her drawers were filled with at least five bottles. I told Sakura to check the cabinets. In each one were at least ten. We picked each and every last one and zoomed out of the room. When we were out of the building, we heard Tsunade scream, shout, whatever.
"WHERE ARE MY SAKE BOTTLES!?" We giggled and dumped the bottles down to some shop and that's where we parted. I walked down the familiar road to my house and stopped at the doorstep. How was I gonna approach my family. A simple 'hey,what's up?' or a 'hey, I've been gone two years doing hardcore training while everyone here thought I was dead.' No, neither would do. I shivered and sighed. I knocked on the door. The door opened, and there was my sister. Slutty as ever. Hair down to her back, a small tube top, and a short, really short, skirt with black rubber boots. Her make up the usual clowny way. Her wort was gone... and the funny thing was when her eyes bulged out and her mouth open, but no audio.
"Be careful or the flies will go in, not like they haven't already." Something like that. She closed and opened her mouth...and fainted.
"Oh, come on!" I dragged Kamiko by her hand, not wanting to get too close because of her perfume. I dragged her to the couch when a blond boy came running down the stairs, struggling with his pants. When he saw me, he just froze. He stuttered.
"Uh, M-Mrs. Taguna, i-it's not what you think." Oh, so he thinks I'm my mom? Well, yeah I have brown hair, but still some of my white hair on the edge. Hm. I guess I'll have to act like her. Bummer.
"Oh, I think I know what it is." I tried my best strict voice. I pointed to the front door. "Get out." He scrambled to the door and ran out, and I swear I could hear him whimpering. I yelled after him.
"And don't come back!" I laughed and closed the door. Kamiko shot up from the couch and stared at me. And she asked me the most ridiculous question.
"Are you alive?" I stood there. I knew she wasn't the smartest person, but, was she really this stupid? I dragged her to the couch, of course I'm not dead.
"No."
"Prove it." I raised my eyebrows. She's what, my age? And she's acting like a ten year old. I smacked her.
"Proof enough?" I ran upstairs to my old room. I walked inside. Everything was just as it had been two years ago. I sighed and walked in. The smell of home filled my nose. I collapsed on my bed and that's when I realized I was tired. ( ?..okay? )
