The meeting was running long, and Sakura was antsy to get back to her desk in the hospital. It was usually during—she had come to believe—the long meetings with Kakashi and the rest of his staff that her admirer left her letters and notes.
She could control herself, however, because the meeting was a serious one determining the establishments of new bloodline families in Konoha. It was a move which according to Kakashi, as well as Hyuuga Neji, might spark tension between Konohagakure and other hidden villages. Sakura was there to provide insight on medical possibilities of such bloodlines, and as a sounding board for any names which were generated from the meeting.
Boring. As. Hell.
Even Kakashi was doodling, she could see as he sat far from her across the table.
"Kakashi-sama—" Neji continued on with his drone, only to be interrupted.
"Kakashi." The correction was quick and decisive.
"Kakashi-sama," the younger man restarted without pause, "your lightning summons and strikes were taught to you by your father—and you were only able to pass them on to those who have incredible chakra levels are their disposal, correct?" Who would have known that Neji would make such a good bureaucrat, papers, graphs, personal biographies and all.
Sakura—and everyone else in the room—immediately knew where Neji was going with this. The people in the room watched Kakashi anxiously as his hand, the one not attached to the elbow supporting his chin, rose and roughly pulled through his wild mane of hair.
"Daffodils."
