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Instead of asking for her weapons back from Matsuda and Ryuzaki, Sakura pulled out another kunai from beneath her white ANBU shin guard (strapped on top of her boot). She locked gazes with Ryuzaki, green eyes alight with amusement that the detective didn't understand.

"Alright," the kunoichi said. "Give me a target to hit."

Soichiro gave a start. "Indoors?" he remarked uncertainly.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "How will Ryuzaki-san see if I am outdoors?"

"Explain," the black-haired male demanded curiously, studying her.

"First of all," she began, "we are on the seventeenth floor. Because you don't have the sharpened eyesight of a shinobi, you would be unable to see me clearly. Second, Sochiro-san was instructed to search me before I entered, and you did not reveal your face to me until you were sure I was 'safe'. You went to extreme measures to keep yourself hidden and secure, so that leads me to believe that you are important or someone is out to kill you. And to prevent that from happening" — Sakura smirked at the dumbfounded expressions of Matsuda, Aizawa, Soichiro, Light, and Misa — "you must go outside as little as possible."

Ryuzaki gave a slow, odd-looking smile.

"Very good, Sakura-san," he murmured, the others silent n disbelief. "I never thought you would figure it out. You have impressed me, yet again."

Sakura shrugged. "I pick up on these things," she replied. "I'm the first captain of ANBU, Hunter-nin, Medical Corps, and the Interrogation Corps. I've been reading people and the secrets behind their actions since I was thirteen."

"Interrogation?" Ryuzaki's interest peaked. "I would be very pleased to learn about the tactics you use."

Sakura smiled, unconsciously shifting her still-broken left arm. "But, of course. I'd be delighted to teach you." When the muscles in her left arm spasmed, Sakura glared down at the limb. "Kuso," she muttered, huffing. "Stupid Akatsuki, and their jutsu. Stupid Naruto, and his inability to keep out of danger." She scowled. "Stupid portal!!"

With determination burning fiercely in her glower, Sakura chucked the kunai she was holding straight through the window, not even wincing when the glass shattered and the weapon disappeared very far into the distance. Misa jumped, latching onto Light's arm, who attempted to shove her off.

"...what was your purpose in that?" Ryuzaki asked after a moment, watching as Sakura continued to glare black flames after her kunai knife.

"Anger management," she bit out, nearly tearing her medical pouch off her hip as she dug through it with one hand. She sighed crossly, eye twitching, and yanked it off her belt all together. Ryuzaki caught and stared at the tan pouch when she tossed it to him. "Look through it," she muttered. "I'm having a bit of trouble doing it with one hand, so would you mind helping me out? Look for a dark bottle filled with bright blue pills."

"What are you doing carrying around drugs?" Aizawa immediately demanded.

Sakura cast the full force of her irritation on him, making him falter slightly. "They're not drugs," she hissed. "They're chakra pills, and if I'm lucky, I'll have a few so I can heal my fucking arm!!"

Ryuzaki didn't pause in his search as he spoke. "Chakra pills?" he murmured. "I've heard the term 'chakra' before, but it was dealing with mental therapy and relaxation. Do these pills aid you in clearing your mind?"

Sakura bit back an annoyed sigh, reminding herself that she didn't need to take out her self-frustration on them. "No, not exactly," she mumbled, breathing in through her nose to calm down. "Chakra is the combination of mental and spiritual energy and physical energy in the human body. Using it in conjunction with hand signs and proper technique, jutsu are created."

"Jutsu? As in jujitsu, the martial arts?"

Sakura paused, frowning. "...no. What is this 'jujitsu'?"

Ryuzaki gave another small smile, eyes still trained on her medical pouch as he rummaged through it. "No, please continue with your explanation. You can learn about jujitsu at a later time."

She watched him with a raised eyebrow for a moment before shrugging slightly, careful not to shift any shattered bones in her left arm. "Fine. Ninjutsu — or Ninja Art — is the form most shinobi use. It allows them to call upon the five elements and use them in battle: air, fire, water, earth, and lightning. Genjutsu — Mental Art — is the art of creating illusions in an opponent's mind, making him or her see things that aren't really there. Taijutsu — Physical Art — requires no chakra. It's strictly hand-to-hand combat, sometimes with weapons. Doujutsu are a bit different; they deal with bloodline abilities, or Kekkei Genkai, of the eyes."

"Of the eyes?" Ryuzaki picked up on the key phrase. "Then are there other Kekkei Genkai that do not deal with the eyes?"

"Hai," the rosette replied, nodding faintly. "There are only a few with the eyes; I only know of three, in fact: Sharingan, Byakugan, and Rinnegan." She snorted quietly. "Not that I have any Kekkei Genkai. Only special families have blood traits unique to their clans."

Someone's not bitter at all. Matsuda thought weakly, feeling the need to scratch the back of his head and smile sheepishly.

"Sakura-san," Ryuzaki murmured, halting with his search and staring blankly into the pouch, "I did not find a bottle that matches your description."

Her head jerked up, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "What?" she demanded. "Are you sure? Empty it on the table."

The ravenette dumped the contents of the hand-sized medical bag onto the coffee table before him, being careful not to break anything. Sakura glared at the few items, cursing under her breath.

"What about that bottle?" Matsuda suggested, pointing to a brown-tinted bottle filled with round white tablets that resembled aspirins. Sakura shook her head, sinking into her seat on the couch again.

"No," she grumbled. "Those are blood tablets; they replenish blood when someone is suffering from a deep cut or gash." She sighed, resting her right elbow on the coffee table and pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. "I can't believe this; I left them in my medical research lab! Stupid!"

"There's no reason to be so harsh with yourself," Ryuzaki murmured. "Especially when you are injured."

Sakura sucked in a breath through her nose, forcing herself to calm down. "Ryuzaki-san," she bit out between her teeth, "could you hand me that scroll?"

"Certainly." A pure white scroll with the kanji for 'Eisei Jutsu' printed in thin black handwriting was pushed before her on the table.

Sakura sighed, sitting up again and taking the scroll. She molded her right into the half-tiger seal and mumbled a quiet 'release', the seal on the scroll exploding in a tiny cloud of white smoke. The other occupants of the room froze in place, eyes glued to the puff in amazement.

"How'd you do that?" Matsuda asked before she could open the scroll.

Sakura looked at him blankly. "What? Release the seal?"

"Make the smoke appear," he clarified.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "The smoke appeared when I released the seal," she replied as if it were common knowledge. "That's what always happens when a seal is removed. Have you never seen a seal released before?" When they shook their heads, her eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh, I see. No one here can release a seal."

"I thought you needed this 'chakra' to create jutsu," Ryuzaki objected.

"We do," Sakura agreed. "Removing a seal, though, requires no chakra."

"What else does not require chakra?" he asked.

Sakura though for a moment. "Hm...Tsunade-shishou taught me my medical ninjutsu and how to mold chakra into my fists and feet in order to deliver extremely forceful blows. However...she also trained me to bring up my physical strength." She smiled. "I suppose that means I'm stronger than your average civilian, even without chakra."

"Demonstrate, if you don't mind."

"What in this room would be too heavy for any of you to pick up?" she inquired.

"You're not serious—"

"Quiet, Light," Soichiro silenced. He redirected his attention to Sakura. "This couch would be too much for one man to lift."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Really?" the kunoichi murmured in surprise. "I had no idea civilians were so physically weak."

She received glares from both Light and Aizawa at her comment. "Then show us how strong you are," the latter snapped. "Prove yourself."

Sakura merely smiled, standing quietly. And without even blinking, she locked eyes with the man and lifted the couch with one hand and brought it to her shoulder height. Misa choked on a gasp, eyes going wide; the other five either paled or flat-out stared in shock. Sakura dropped the couch carefully, ensuring she wouldn't leave a hole in the floor, and beamed. "Proof enough?"

o o o O O O o o o

The team's reactions had varied, but they all agreed on one point: Sakura wasn't normal, and she had to be telling the truth. There was just no other explanation for the things she was able to do. Amazed beyond belief of her abilities, they had easily spent two or three hours asking question after question about her home and what else she could do. She was happy to answer. Amidst the eager interrogation, Sakura was filled in about a case currently under investigation by them.

"So, let me get this straight." Sakura cast a level look at Ryuzaki and the rest. "You all — save for Misa-san — make up a task force that is attempting to capture a mass murder that goes by the alias of Kira, who kills his or her victims with heart attacks."

Ryuzaki gave a small nod. "Precisely."

Sakura paused, thinking it over. "Has this Kira character ever been spotted?" she asked.

"No."

The kunoichi frowned, thanking Matsuda as he helped her put her arm in a sling from her medical pouch. Her arm now secured in the white material, she pressed her lips in a hard line, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. It was an odd case, even by shinobi standards. People couldn't kill others via heart attack without physical contact, including med-nin. It just wasn't possible. Unless he or she cast a very intricate genjutsu over the victims, scaring them so greatly it caused a heart attack, Sakura couldn't figure out how this Kira person had done it; and even so, she highly doubted it. She was certain she would've sensed such a powerful genjutsu from a mile away.

"There's no way to do it," Sakura finally murmured. "No imaginable, possible way to induce a heart attack in another person without at least touching them."

"But there must be some way," Soichiro disagreed. "Someone's done it, so it must be doable."

Sakura shook her head, eyes staring out the window as her mind ran on double-time. She was so close, she could feel it. It was just on the tip of her tongue...

Her gaze snapped back to Ryuzaki, locking onto his. Slight surprise shown on his face, but other than that, his expression was unreadable.

"There's no possible way to do it," Sakura repeated, as if she had discovered something. "There's no possible way, so there must be an impossible way."

"You lost me, kid," Aizawa muttered. "Explain."

Seeing that Ryuzaki seemed to have caught on, she continued. "If there's no possible way to do something, and someone does it, then that person must be impossible." Light's eyebrows shot up as he figured it out as well. "Kira can do the impossible, so Kira must also be impossible."

"I'm still not following," the thirty-or-so-year-old man deadpanned.

Sakura sighed in exasperation. "I'm saying that this Kira person must be unlike you or myself; neither a civilian or a shinobi. Or he or she is getting aid from someone — or something — neither civilian or shinobi."

They all appeared to understand. "Then this man isn't human?" Soichiro inquired.

"Not quite," Sakura corrected. "I'm assuming that Kira is a male, so I will refer to him as one." Ryuzaki gave a brief nod. "He very well might be human; if so, he has an inhuman companion or an inhuman object. Something never heard of in either of our worlds. If that's the case — which I'm about 97% sure it is — then we're dealing with the unknown. We must be very careful while pursuing him."

"I see," Ryuzaki murmured. "I am inclined to agree with you on these points. It's more than we have at the moment."

Sakura smiled. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead closed it, her smile widening.

"Is something the matter?" Ryuzaki questioned.

The rosette gave a smirk, confusing them all. "Want to see something special?" Exchanging wary looks, a few of them nodded, Matsuda being the most eager. "Watch this."

Sakura brought her right hand to her broken left arm, fingers splaying slightly. Her eyes flickered for barely a second, and then a bright green glow enveloped her entire hand. Two or three gasps of shock reached Sakura's ears, and she laughed quietly, concentrating. She lowered her hand to her broken limb, not so much as flinching when an ugly crack split the air. Misa let out a squeak, her voice raising an octave, and her hands flew to cover her mouth. With a satisfied smirk, the light disappeared from Sakura's hand and she began pulling off her sling.

"Don't—"

Matsuda's warning was ignored as her arm fell from the protective cloth, falling to her side. Sakura raised it, studying her hand for a moment as she clenched and unclenched her fist. Then, with an expression that could only be described as triumph, she waved to the other occupants of the room.

"Pretty cool, huh?" she joked.

Light stared at her once-broken arm with wide eyes. "What was that?"

Sakura grinned. "My medical ninjutsu. Granted, I probably should have waited five or six more hours to recover more of my chakra, but I had enough. The only toll it'll take on me, is that I'll most likely sleep longer tonight." Her grin fell and a cautious look entered her mint-green eyes. "Speaking of sleeping..."

"You are free to stay here," Ryuzaki replied, catching onto her insinuation. "I myself and Watari sleep here as well, and Misa-san will most likely join us." The blond nodded.

Sakura bowed lowly to display her gratitude. "Arigatou. It would be extremely hard for me to find somewhere else to stay until I can return home."

"All the more reason," Ryuzaki murmured. "If we sent you away, no one would believe your story. You would most likely be arrested for creating such 'impossible tales'. Therefore, you will remain here where your existence will be hidden. Do you have any objections to essentially not existing?"

Sakura shook her head, smiling in amusement. "None."

"Good." His odd smile returned. "To make the best of your stay here, I would like to extend an invitation to join our task force."

Matsuda grinned, and Soichiro nodded in approval. "I accept," the rosette agreed. "I'd be glad to."

"I'm pleased that you would choose so," Ryuzaki said. "I give you my thanks." Sakura dipped her head. "I would like your opinion on a few matters, first off."

o o o O O O o o o

"..."

Sakura and L sat alone in the main room of the task force, a laptop sitting before them on a coffee table covered in papers. On the screen of the laptop was a paused video clip with the word KIRA displayed boldly in Gothic format. They were both silent, Sakura's eyes hidden behind a shadow cast by her hair. Her mind swirled in every direction, asking questions and generating its own answers. A large manila folder lay open in the center of the table, all of its contents scattered. Ryuzaki's dark eyes studied the pink-haired girl he sat just inches away from on the couch.

"...what's your interpretation?"

Sakura was silent for a very long time as she gathered her thoughts and every piece of information she had just taken in. She swallowed slightly to wet her rapidly-drying throat before she spoke.

"...after seeing all of this and listening to everything you've told me, I've come to a conclusion." She gazed up at him seriously. "I can't prove it with solid evidence, but I'm almost certain. Light-san is Kira and Misa-san is the Second Kira."