The morning after that unexpected pleasurable night finally arrived. All the villagers were starting to open their sleepy eyes for another day to begin. All of the villagers but Sakura.

She had been awaken for at least two hours and had all her stuff packed so she could go home. Yes, she was going home, the place where she can find her friends, her family, her team and her Sasuke.

It was true that she had made amazing friends in this new world, but her nostalgia couldn't allow her to stay; her love couldn't allow her to stay.

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The pink haired woman feared waking up early. She loved her bed almost as much as she loved Sasuke, that's why when they started to have more freedom to come and go through each other's houses, she felt complete when they were both sleeping together just listening to the sound of the pouring rain outside.

She didn't need much to be happy, she just needed him, the boy she was going crazy to meet once again.

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As the appropriated time had arrived, she decided to go to the Hokage's office and end her time in the alternate Konoha. She would have to excuse herself for the festival but she would lie knowing this Hokage wasn't her master and knowing that she would be on her beloved's arms soon.

Inside that flat chested woman's office, she found no one less than her new alternate best friend.

Menma was there, running away from the clumsy nurses once again and hiding somewhere he wouldn't suffer from his mother's fists.

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The boy had to admit, he didn't want his friend to go. He knew he still had his own Sakura to keep him company but something was telling him that she couldn't go yet; something was telling him that her job wasn't done yet, and he wasn't talking about her medical procedure, he was talking about their conversation, their friendship.

He still had so many questions to ask her. He wanted to know about her Menma that was called Naruto; he wanted to know how was the other Sasuke; he wanted to talk to her a little more, but they would have to leave it for another day, another time, another world.

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" Tsunade-sama, do I have your permission to leave?"

" yes Sakura. Ask Uchiha Sasuke to take you home with his sharingan. Your help was really effective here."

The girl felt proud of herself. She could imagine her friends surrounding her and asking her to tell them about her adventure; to tell them about their parallels; to tell them about her mission.

Knowing the girl, she would love to dedicate this time for her friends, but as soon as she landed on her own world, she would run to the arms of the one she loved.

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She loved him in all the ways. She missed him in all the ways. It was stronger than her, the pain and the loneliness she felt when he wasn't around. She had given up her freedom when the period of 24 hours was long enough to bring tears to her eyes. She was a sensitive girl, and he loved her like that. He was a possessive boy, and she loved him like that.

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Sakura was about to turn to face the door when a smashing amount of red hair entered through the door and aimed her fist at her stubborn son. She knew his position and her hair seemed to be defying the gravity laws as it was flowing in the air.

The boy rolled until the Hokage's desk stopped him to complete another circumference.

" you little brat! How dare you running away from the hospital- ttebane!"

Maybe he needed to say goodbye to his newest friend. It would be his last chance to talk to her and he needed to thank her, after all she crossed a link between two worlds to save his life. Who would ever do it for him again?

" good morning Sakura-chan!"- the yellow spark smiled at the pink haired girl. " Kushina and I would like to thank you for saving him. We will never be able to pay our debt with you."

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Minato was polite even if he was still getting used to share his gratitude between two Sakuras. One for saving his life from a certain death and the other for taking care of his pure heart.

This man was, by far, the only one capable of controlling his wife. He loved her explosions but he also knew that she talked too much, she couldn't help it. And the real Kushina was exactly the same. Even during their last moments alive with their son she had the opportunity of a longer talk to him. A talk that showed she cared for him; a talk that showed she hadn't forgotten the simplest things a mother has to teach her son to, not even when there is a nail trespassing two bodies.

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" Sakura-chan, I'm sorry for any trouble. You saved my family and you have an important place on my heart from now on."

The pink haired felt the urge to hug the red headed Uzumaki, and that was what she did. She would hug her so that could be felt by her blonde friend when she came back and he welcomed her with a hug.

" Sakura. One day, will we meet again?"

The parallel orange Hokage held a sad tone in his voice. The same tone that would disappear when he heard his beloved one was also coming back from the place where she had been. Things would come back to normal at least and she would enjoy her night by her own Uchiha's side.

" Menma. Any time you need me, I'll be there. I am Sakura Haruno, maybe not your Sakura Haruno but still someone you can call friend. Naruto will like to know what you've become."

The young kunoichi pressed her hand on his spiky hair and directed her eyes to the opened door where the Uchiha was waiting for her.

" it's time for you to go home beautiful Sakura."

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