Ahh, so happy this is updated. Disclaimer is still the same. Apparently I'm sick again. Yay! and Boo!
Since its amazing that I'm posting on a Thursday, why not respond to some Chapter Eight's reviews?
Alia-Jevs: It's bad enough that I'm going to make Sakura and Naruto met and be placed on the same team under Kakashi, but you want me to add more horror to the poor man by placing her into ANBU? Actually, that's not a bad idea. Hey! I found a purpose for the cruciatus cruse!
Cesia Rune: Well, Sasuke uses a fire attack in honor of Amaterasu and Itachi has the Tsukimori, so I figure that they honor gods. A baby that can make people fly backwards, cries louder than Kyubbi roaring, and disappears without a trace? They would never think she's a witch, a gift from the Gods, but never a witch? Wonder what would happen if Sasuke or Itachi gets inside of her head... I will be giving Sakura kekki genkei, but it's nothing major really. Speed reading and photographic memory. Sort of like the Japanese drama called Kiina.
Over the past month, it has come to my attention that mask people are annoying. Not even when I was spying on Voldemort in the ranks of his death eaters, did it occur to me that people who wear masks were annoying. I guess I understand the Golden Trio's reasoning behind not trusting me with my hot and cold tactics. "Now, Sakura-chan, we just want to see you make this ball fly."
Mentally, I gave the man, or woman, a snort. This man, or woman, has reached a new level of stupid. Stupid Thing official has to be known as Sasuke because of this man, or woman. I started to sip the sweet grape juice that Mikoto gave me. The man pushed the ball in my direction, kneeing down to watch the tabletop very closely. Now, I know this would be a surprise to this man, but he's known me for a month and he still puts himself in ways of danger and humiliation. I kicked the ball straight into his face before giggling and smiling innocently at the other masked people who were trying their best not to laugh at the Stupidest Man in History. "Sakura-chan, what have I said about hitting me with this ball?"
"Again! Again, again! Again!" The man, or woman, looked as if he wanted to smack me with his hand clenched into a fist. More snorts and coughs behind me, I listened to the man, or woman, in front of me seethe like a mama dragon protecting its eggs. "Again?"
"No! No more, I joined ANBU to become a greater shinobi," So the he-she is just a he? Well, that's no fun. "Not to be stuck in a room with a baby who probably doesn't even possess a skill in her tiny body to even make anything move!"
Now, if I didn't have to deal with lunatics breathing down my neck or giving my teenage body leering looks, I might have given a damn about what he just said and reacted by watching his body writhe in pain under something horrible like the cruciatus. Fortunately for this idiot who is stupider than Sasuke, I'm a bit more prepared to be interrogated.
I loosed the top of the sippy cup filled with organic apple juice, giving the ranting idiot a minute to calm down and apologize. I looked at the veins threatening to pop and decided that a minute was too long and I was being too nice. "Shush."
The man had frozen with a look of anger turning into horror as the two behind us couldn't keep their laughter anymore and fell over each trying to breathe. You see, as I caught his attention by saying 'shush' I threw the loosened sippy cup at the manhood area of the idiot. So I might have used magic to open the lid before it hit him. It got me the results I wanted didn't it? I gave the man a smug look as the two behind us had finally calmed down, only to fall into their laughter as they say their frozen comrade.
The door slammed open and I had to fight the twitch that my body wanted to give off as I saw who opened the door. The two who were laughing quickly stood up and tried to pull off the old 'I wasn't laughing, I was doing my duty' routine that never works. The person who walked into glared at the two before telling them to go do the paperwork he 'gifted' them with and turned to examine the man who appeared to have peed in his uniform. "Ibiki-sama I-"
"Leave."
"Yes, Ibiki-sama." I stuck my tongue out at the lapdog as he walked out of the room, when Mad-Eye look/act alike had turned around.
==Flashback==
"Sakura-chan?"
Damn it. Why am I in the old man's office? Why? Why could I be in a dragon's lair or falling from the skies? Why am I here of all places? I pouted, but mentally I was screaming. "No Sakura-chan."
"You're not Sakura-chan?" I nodded my head. Might as well distract the man and pop out when he doesn't notice it. It appears as if the old man had a different agenda as he picked me up, a hobby of most adults and Itachi, and put me in front of him. I noticed that I didn't just pop into anywhere in his office. I popped onto his desk. "Then who are you?"
"Sakura-hime."
"Is this her, Hokage-sama?" I stiffened. There was another person here? Since when? Where? Why do I sound like Moody all of a sudden? Who do I blame? Why, who else other than my stupid suspicious teacher who just drilled his habits into his students, 'constant valiance' indeed. I turned and the only thought that crossed my mind made me start hyperventilating.
He feels like Mad Eye Moody.
"Calm down Sakura-hime, this is my friend. His name is Ibiki." No it's not, it's Moody. And he is using some sort of rune to cover his pirate leg and magical crazy eye. "He wants to see if you can make a ball fly."
"Hokage-sama, the child literally popped into existence. I don't think I even need to see anything."
"Now, now Ibiki," His name isn't Ibiki! It's Moody. Freakin' Mad Eye Moody! Do you not understand plain English you lunatic? Oh wait, no you really don't. "I remember when my sons used to poof out of existence and back in when they were younger."
"Sir, I highly doubt they were only a year old when they did this."
"Then, Sakura-hime is a gen-" I am not staying in the same room as freaking Mad-Eye bleeding Moody! Sonorous. I refuse to stay in the same room as him! Never! Ever again! Stupid magical eye that see through all frickin' pranks.
==Eng of Flashback==
I pulled it back in as I watched the man with a well practiced innocent look that Padfoot had taught me. The look that fooled everyone and anyone here and back when I was in the normal world, from politicians to death eaters to Moldevorts himself; the look of innocence that made you want to squeal and hug everything in arms reach.
"Cookie?" I held up a half eaten chocolate chip cookie to the man, fully knowing that he wouldn't eat or touch the damn thing even if it could re-grow all of his hair. "Cookie yummy."
"No." I scrunched up my face and tilted my head. Was he saying no to the cookie or that it wasn't yummy? I'll have you know that I made your boys go to six different bakeries before being satisfied with cookies from the first bakery! Wait, maybe that's why the cookie was so good; besides it was funny watching them all freak out because I was going to cry. Unfortunately, Shisui was there to warn them of my powers of crying.
But I had to ask, mainly because the people who made the cookie looked damn well pleased that I had chosen their cookies after seeing my smirk when the masked idiots freak out and run to Shisui who was waiting outside. "Cookie no yummy?"
He sighed as he placed paper and a pencil down on the table, "No, the cookie is yummy. Now you eat it."
"No share?" Now, you're probably wondering what I'm doing? It's called annoying the heck out of a certain person who is behind the black window in front of me. I can hear the screams of frustration and annoyance as well as two familiar sounds of laughter from outside the door.
"Now Sakura-chan-"
"No. Not Sakura-chan. Sakura-hime."
"Sakura-chan, it is very rude to interrupt."
"Sakura-hime."
"Sakura-chan, you are going to move this ball without touching it and I'll give you your toy kunai back." Ahh, so the man does know how to bribe a child correctly. Well, too bad for you, it isn't happening. So bleh! "Sakura-chan, I just want to see if you can really make the ball fly without touching it."
I glanced at the look/act alike Moody. Well, if that's want he wants? Who am I to refuse him? I picked up the baby book that Mikoto got me to entertain me and threw it at the ball hitting it at an angle to make it fly up and bop look/act alike Moody on the head. "Ball fly!"
Sooo... It's voting time again! I'll give you guys two or three days before I write and post up the next chapter.
14th Month:
Climb Stairs
Runs Well
Likes to Sing
Take off an article of clothing without help
Gets attached to stuffed animal or other object
When should Sakura meet Naruto?
16th Month?
17th Month?
18th Month?
