A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Idle. Inking, Guest, Square Mom Lover, U3fan, Lara500, Miss Laury, and Dobbyhasnomastr. Thank you so much, everyone! Your reviews are definitely one of the best parts of my week. :)

Also, one of you mentioned how you'd like to see Tsunade's POV of their 'date', and I decided it would be fun to write. So, at the beginning of this chapter, I wrote a bonus scene of Tsunade's perspective of Kakashi's failed attempt at a date. But feel free to skip it, if you want to move on with the story.


Tsunade stared into Kakashi's bathroom mirror, gripping the edge of the sink so her hands wouldn't shake. She was being ridiculous, but it wasn't as if she could stop her churning stomach, either. She exhaled shakily. She looked fine. Didn't she? There was no reason—absolutely no reason at all—for her to be standing here for the past hour, agonizing over if she looked nice enough... or looked too nice. It wasn't a date, after all. Just a friendly dinner. There was no reason to be weird about it.

Tsunade cursed. Enough. It was almost seven, and she'd done nothing but stare at herself. Before she could change her mind, she grabbed the lipstick she'd had on her person when she'd first woken memory-less, and put it on. It looked good, but—

A knock.

Tsunade stumbled backward and nearly crashed into the shower. Fool. Get ahold of yourself. You're a kunoichi of the Leaf, for heaven's sake. She straightened her white blouse and walked to the door. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her pulse, then opened the door.

Kakashi stood outside wearing a simple, yet clean navy pants and shirt. But he was without his vest and gloves, and Tsunade had to steady herself on the door frame as realization hit her. This—this was no professional dinner for him. It was personal. Maybe as personal as it was for her. Oh, gods.

Kakashi's single eye creased in a smile, and he held out his elbow. "Well, are you ready, Tsunade-sama?"

Tsunade's lungs struggled to expand, but her smile as she took his arm was more than real. Clearly, he had no idea how adorable he looked. Or maybe it was the fact that he'd so clearly made an effort for her. "You'd better not be taking me anywhere questionable, Kakashi Hatake."

Kakashi cleared his throat, shifting so that she could walk down the stairway first. "I ah, hope you don't mind, but I thought a picnic would be nice. I know a good spot up atop the cliffs."

Tsunade was tempted to laugh. He was overthinking this as much as she was. What a pair they made. She rolled her eyes, but her smile seemed permanently fixed to her face. "Why would I mind? A picnic sounds nice."

And very isolated. Tsunade's cheeks burned at the thought, so she hastily made her way down the stairs before Kakashi noticed. Fortunately, she'd regained control of her emotions by the time he joined her on the street and offered his arm again. Tsunade grasped his bicep, then frowned. Perhaps she hadn't noticed earlier because she'd been so distracted, but something about Kakashi's chakra signature felt... wrong. She carefully probed at it as they strode down the street, hoping Kakashi wouldn't noti—

Wait. This wasn't Kakashi. It was a—a shadow clone. For a moment, Tsunade could only walk next to Kakashi's clone in a daze. But... why? Had he decided he didn't want to spend time with her? She clenched her teeth. The least he could do was be honest about it, instead of making her look like a fool with his clone.

Clone Kakashi tried to start conversations with her as they headed toward the cliffs. Tsunade kept her replies clipped, or didn't bother to answer at all. The longer the walk took, the more she fumed. But if she was honest, she was more hurt than angry. As they reached the top of the cliff and she took in the blanket waiting for them, spread with a variety of delicious foods, her eyes prickled, and she blinked hard.

No. She would not cry. But the view, the blanket, the food... it felt like a kunai in her chest. How she wished Kakashi wanted to spend this time with her. How she wished he'd done all of this for her. But no, he'd probably even sent shadow clones to set this up. Her gut churned, but this time, it wasn't with nervous happiness. It took all of Tsunade's willpower not to kick the food off the cliff.

Clone Kakashi was watching her anxiously. "Ah, shall we eat?"

Tsunade nodded, but she ignored his extended hand and sat herself on the blanket. She didn't really feel like eating, but it was free food, so she forced it down. It tasted like ashes. A lot like her hopes for the evening, actually. Tsunade rubbed her aching eyes. Maybe it was for the best. Had she really thought—?

A familiar chakra presence surged close by, and she stiffened. Kakashi? He was actually coming up here? In spite of herself, hope rose in her chest, but she shoved it down. Whether he was coming to apologize or not, he deserved to feel a bit of what she'd gone through because of his stupid shadow clone.

Tsunade stood and walked to the cliff's edge to regain control of her emotions. She stared out at the sun setting over Konoha, but she didn't really see it. Clone Kakashi stepped up next her, and shifted his weight. "A nice view, isn't it?"

He was here. And she didn't have to pretend any longer. Without even looking at Clone Kakashi, she struck out a fist—perhaps a little harder than necessary—knocking him effortlessly off the cliff. She fixed her gaze on a swaying tree below her as the clone vanished in a puff of smoke. "So, you finally decided to show up."

Kakashi approached from the trees, and she didn't need to look at him to sense the guilt flowing off him in waves. "I'm sorry, Tsunade-sama. I—"

Tsunade had thought she'd gotten her feelings under control, but Kakashi's voice lit a fire in her chest. "And stop calling me that. I'm not your hokage. Not now." She faced him, making no attempt to hide her anger. Anything to distract him from her hurt. From her real feelings. "Let me guess. You had too much to do, so you thought I wouldn't notice if you sent a clone in your place. Is that it?"

"No." Kakashi halted, shoulders slumped. "I finished at seven, but I wasn't—I didn't think I was presentable. I sent the shadow clone with you while I cleaned up, then I intended to catch up before you reached the cliffs. I didn't want you to think... I didn't want to be late."

Frustration threatened to overwhelm Tsunade, but a tiny part of her almost wanted to smile. He might be an idiot, but he'd meant well. Still, he needed to be set straight. "Do you think I would have cared if you were a little late?"

Kakashi squirmed, and his hands opened and closed, showing just how helpless he felt. "I'm sorry. I thought the clone—"

"I didn't want to spend my evening with your clone! I wanted to spend it with you!" The heated words burst out of Tsunade before she could stop them. Fire surged up from her chest into her face, and Tsunade spun away, silently cursing. Why on earth had she said that? She hadn't meant to—she never should have said that. Fool. Fool.

Kakashi was silent behind her, clearly not knowing what to do with her outburst. Tsunade took a deep breath as she gazed out at Konoha, composing herself. She needed to change the subject, for both their sakes. "You know... it's strange to see the village when we're not at war. I've never seen it so peaceful."

Kakashi's presence moved closer, and though she didn't turn around, she sensed his gaze on her. "You helped bring about this peace."

What was he getting at? Tsunade only crossed her arms and grunted in answer. He was going to have to try harder than that.

Kakashi stepped closer, but he still didn't attempt to get in her line of vision. "These days, you are known as the one who created the modern system for medical-nin. Your ideas and rules for medical-nin are responsible for saving many lives, including mine."

Tsunade's stomach dropped, and she bit her lip hard. How did he managed to make her knees weak without even trying? Men seemed to think that all they had to do to get on her good side was complement her beauty, Jiraiya being a prime example. But not Kakashi. He saw her skills and accomplishments, things she had worked so hard for, as something to admire. And he hadn't mentioned her appearance even once. Tsunade shook herself. She needed to say something. "So... they finally listened to me."

Tsunade glanced back at Kakashi. He watched her nervously, as if expecting to be knocked off the cliff again. She smiled inwardly, though she kept her expression carefully neutral. "We should head back. It's getting dark."

Kakashi's face fell. She'd already forgiven him, but it wouldn't hurt to let him sweat a little longer. Besides, they still had the rest of the night. And she intended to make the most of it.


The next morning...

Tsunade cradled the warm cup of tea she'd found waiting for her on the kitchen table, and breathed in the morning air as she leaned against the railing of Kakashi's small back patio. She closed her eyes, lingering in the memories of last night. Of the tingling warmth of Kakashi's arm around her, and his chest rumbling against her while he talked. Of the glowing feeling of happiness.

Tsunade smiled down at her tea, unable to contain it. She didn't remember falling asleep while stargazing, but she'd awoken in her bed, and realized Kakashi must have carried her there. He was gone by the time she got up—granted, she had slept in a little—but when she saw the tea he'd made for her, warm giddiness filled her from head to toe.

Kakashi Hatake cared for her. If she wasn't certain before last night, she was now.

Tsunade traced the rim of the ceramic cup with a finger. She also knew that she'd never felt this way about anyone. Wouldn't Nawaki be surprised to see her now? He'd always teased her about her lack of a love life, and though she'd tease him back, the truth of his comments had stung a little.

The now-familiar ache of grief dulled the warmth in her chest. What she wouldn't give to have her little brother back.

A flash of spiky blond hair caught her attention. Naruto—the little genin whom she hadn't seen since they'd returned to Konoha—was walking down the alley, kicking at pebbles as he went. She frowned. Didn't he have any friends to walk around with? For that matter, where were his parents?

"Hey, little gaki!" she called. "Shouldn't you be training at a time like this?"

Naruto spun, his blue eyes wide. He burst in a huge grin at the sight of her, and for a moment, it was like she'd caught a glimpse of Nawaki. "Tsunade-baachan! I was just about to go look for you!"

Look for her? He actually wanted to see her? Tsunade smiled, and tipped her chin at the otherwise-empty balcony. "Come on up here, then."

Naruto didn't need a second invitation. He sprang up to the second story, and perched on the rail. Tsunade bit back a warning to be careful. If he was anything like Nawaki, a warning would only serve as a dare. Naruto tilted his head, studying her. "Kakashi-sensei said you still don't remember you're the hokage."

Tsunade propped her hip against the rail with a sigh. "No," she admitted. "But you said you wanted to become hokage, didn't you? How about you just take over for me? I doubt anyone would notice."

Naruto almost fell off the railing. "Really, Tsunade-baachan?" He scrambled to his feet as if unable to contain himself, and Tsunade winced as he stood, legs braced, atop the narrow rail. "You—you really think I could do it?"

"Sure." Tsunade suppressed a smile. Her gaze fell on the necklace that had fallen out from Naruto's jacket, and she nearly dropped her cup of tea. Wh-what—how? She pointed at the necklace, unable to keep her finger from trembling. "Where—where did you get that necklace?"

Naruto's brow furrowed, and he poked at the necklace. Her necklace. The necklace she had given Nawaki right before his death. "Eh, this? You gave it to me, remember? Because I won the bet."

A bet? No, no. That couldn't be right. She would never, never bet that necklace. There had be another reason. Tsunade fixed her gaze on the crystal dangling around Naruto's neck and fought to keep her emotions under control. "What... what did I say? When I gave you the necklace?"

Naruto squinted. "Well, I think I was unconscious when you gave it to me... but later you told me to achieve my dream of becoming hokage. And I will! Believe it!" He eyed her almost nervously. "Did you, um, want it back?"

Achieve your dream. Tsunade smiled, and lifted her gaze from the necklace. So, she had found someone else to follow Nawaki's dream. "No. Keep it, Naruto-kun. Live your dream."

Naruto grinned, clearly relieved. "Thanks, Tsunade-baachan!" He slid off the rail, but paused before he reached the stairway. "I hope you get your memories back soon. Konoha needs you, believe it!" He shifted and glanced up at her, rubbing the back of his neck. "When I'm hokage, I want—I want to be one like you."

Tsunade blinked as the full weight of his words hit her. "Naruto..."

As if realizing he'd said too much, Naruto's ears flushed red, and he darted off with a backwards wave and a shouted, "Bye, Tsunade-baachan!"

"Goodbye, little gaki!" Tsunade waved after him, heart warm and full. She watched the orange genin until he was out of sight, and smiled. Hai, she'd chosen well. There was certainly more to Naruto Uzumaki than met the eye.

Tsunade shook herself. What was she doing? Konoha needed her, and here she stood, doing nothing. She had to get her memories back, no matter how painful, and last night with Kakashi—and now her conversation with Naruto—had given her the strength she needed. Tsunade gulped the last of the tea for an added measure of resolve, then moved inside to sit cross-legged on the couch. She let out a long breath and clasped her hands. And focused.

By directing her chakra along her neural pathways, she was able to find the memory pathways that were blocked. Only by using chakra to reopen them, was she able to regain the memory. Unfortunately, it required extreme, pin-point chakra control and strength, of a level that she was fairly certain only she was capable of. And with the ever-gnawing chakra seal, it was even more draining.

Tsunade reached the first block, and a memory, hazy at first, slowly grew in her mind.

She stood in a muddy field with Jiraiya and Orochimaru, the only survivors against the powerful shinobi, Danzō. Exhaustion and desperation dragged at her limbs, but she refused to give in. She was fighting for Nawaki's memory. They gained the name Sannin that day, and soon the whole shinobi world had heard of them.

But to Tsunade, it hardly mattered. Why would it, when her fellow Konoha shinobi wouldn't hear her? Ever since Nawaki's death, she pushed for more medical-nins to be included on teams. To save more lives. And every time, her words fell on deaf ears.

Until one day, another voice joined hers. Agreed with her.

Tsunade spun, staring at the fellow jōnin with long silver-blue hair who had dared to back her up. She recognized him: Dan Katō. A shinobi who was a few years older than her, but graduated later than she had.

He met her gaze steadily, dark green eyes determined. "I agree."

As if the floodgates of her mind had been opened, memories poured through.

Dan walking her home. Dan wishing her well on her next mission. Dan being the first one to greet her when she returned. Dan taking her to eat so they could continue their conversation. Dan taking her hand and telling her she was beautiful.

Dan asking her on a date.

Dan taking her on a walk in a rare moment of free time.

Dan promising he would always return to her.

Dan telling her of his dream to become hokage. Just like Nawaki.

Tsunade realizing, in that moment, that she loved Dan Katō. That she wanted to entrust him with her dream. With her future.

And, two days later, Dan bleeding out in her arms. No matter what she did. No matter how she screamed. The three months of happiness with Dan had been the first she'd felt since Nawaki's death. Now, that had been ripped away too. Just as Dan's life was ripped from her blood-covered hands.

Tsunade's eyes flew open, chest heaving. Somehow, she had crumpled on the floor. Dan. Dan. She clutched her pounding head as the tears flowed.

What had she done?

Was everyone she loved destined to die?

A black wave of grief, guilt, and everything in between, rushed over her, crushing her to the floor. Tsunade wrapped her arms around her middle and huddled against the couch, unable to stop shaking. Unable to stop the torment in her mind, in her heart. She'd given her necklace to Naruto... what if the same thing happened to him? She wouldn't be able to bear it if he—if he...

She didn't know how long she was there, crying and trembling, but it seemed like days.

Somewhere in the distance, the door creaked open. A pause. Then—

"Tsunade-sama?" Footsteps rushed across the room, and warm hands gripped her shoulders. "Tsunade, what happened? Are you hurt?"

Tsunade lifted her head, though it seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, and found Kakashi's face inches from hers, gray eye dark with worry. Kakashi. She wasn't alone. He would understand her pain. "Dan. I—I remember Dan."

Kakashi's hold on her shoulders loosened, and he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Tsunade. I'm sorry you had to go through that again. If... if I could take it for you, I swear I would."

Tsunade blinked through her tears, finally noticing the careful distance he'd kept between them. But she didn't need distance. Everyone else was gone. She needed him. She curled her trembling fingers into fists. But she couldn't take what wasn't offered. A strange, yet familiar longing tugged at her.

A way to forget. A way out of the pain. She'd never been the kind to drink, but there was a first time for everything. Right now, she couldn't take any more.

Tsunade pushed to her feet, steadying herself against the couch. "I—I need a drink."

Kakashi, too, stood, every muscle in his body tense. But instead of objecting, he nodded, and placed his hand on her back. "All right."


Three hours later, Kakashi caught Tsunade for the fifth time as they made their way back to the apartment under the half moon. He waited patiently until she regained her footing, then continued on, keeping a hand on his drunken hokage's elbow for when she stumbled again.

Tsunade clutched his arm, and stared up at him, cheeks flushed from too much sake. She squinted. "Dan? Why'd you... cut your hair?"

She thought he was Dan? Kakashi opened his mouth to correct her, but one glance at her red-rimmed eyes stopped him. "Ah, well. I thought you'd like it."

"I do like it," Tsunade said reproachfully. Then her head swiveled, as if just noticing their surroundings. "Wait, D-Dan. Where—where are we going? My house isn't... over here."

Kakashi cleared his throat. This could get sticky. "We're, ah, going to my apartment. You're drunk, and I don't want you to be alone."

Tsunade stopped so suddenly, Kakashi nearly tripped. She held up an index finger, eyes narrowed. "All—all right. But you'd better behave yourself. None of..." she waved her other hand vaguely, "that stuff. Until we're married. Got it?"

This conversation was getting awkward, fast. But Kakashi nodded solemnly. "Of course."

That seemed to satisfy Tsunade, so they continued down the street. Until she halted sharply ten seconds later, stopping Kakashi with her. Tsunade's wide, golden-brown eyes glistened with tears as she stared at him. "You—you do want to marry me, don't you? I know we... talked about it, but..."

Though this was just a result of her excessive drinking, Kakashi's heart ached for her. Because it would never happen. She would never have what she so clearly longed for with Dan. But... if he couldn't give her that, he could give her the next best thing. Before he could think about it too long, he took both of Tsunade's hands in his and gazed into her eyes. The eyes that never failed to hypnotize him.

"Tsunade. You are beautiful and perfect. I couldn't imagine being with anyone besides you. You make me feel alive. Whole." Kakashi brushed his fingers along Tsunade's jaw, tipping her head up. "I can't live without you. If I—I could marry you, it would make me the happiest man alive." Kakashi blinked, and lowered his hand. Where had those words come from? He'd never said—or thought—such things in his entire life. And he hadn't even borrowed from Icha Icha.

His heart thumped. He knew why. Because he'd meant every word.

Tsunade stared at him, pink lips slightly parted, as if she'd never seen him before. Kakashi hastily stepped back, gaining needed space between them, and pointed ahead to the corner. "Maa, we'd better get going. My apartment is just there."

Tsunade obediently stumbled alongside him, only bumping into his side two or three times. Kakashi half-carried her up the apartment's stairway and guided her to his door. "Here, Tsunade-sama."

Thankfully, the key only stuck once, so he got the door open quickly. He nodded at Tsunade to enter, but she didn't move, instead frowning at him in confusion. "Why... why are you wearing a mask?"

"It's not important." Kakashi gently nudged her inside and stepped in behind her, shutting the door. He stripped off his flak jacket and headband to hang them by the door. As soon as he got Tsunade into bed, he was collapsing on the couch. Whether he'd actually sleep was another story. Kakashi ran a hand through his freed hair, then turned to face Tsunade. "It's late. We should be—"

The rest of his sentence stuck in his throat. Tsunade stood so close he could smell the sweet jasmine scent of her hair and the sake on her breath, paralyzing him. Her golden-brown eyes fixed on Kakashi intently, or as intently as possible with alcohol-dulled senses.

"You don't have to hide yourself from me," she whispered, the rasp in her voice sending tingles down Kakashi's spine.

Tsunade's cool fingers brushed his bare cheek, leaving him too stunned to react. And then she was pulling down his mask, fingertips trailing across skin no one had ever touched, except Kakashi himself. Tsunade's gaze pulled him in, and too late, he realized what she was doing. The next moment, Tsunade's lips were on his, kissing him fervently. Kakashi lost any semblance of logical thought as heat raced from her mouth through his body, setting every nerve on fire. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss with—

Stop. The thought doused Kakashi like ice water, and he pulled back from Tsunade abruptly, breathing heavily. He couldn't do this. She was drunk. Even worse, she thought he was Dan. "Tsunade, I—"

The back of his knees hit the couch, and Kakashi fell onto the cushions before he could catch himself. Still sluggish from her kiss, he couldn't do anything to stop Tsunade as she climbed into his lap, straddling him with her legs. Her hands slid around his neck, and she drew him close, kissing him again.

No. He couldn't. No matter how—how much he wanted it. Somehow, Kakashi's hands found Tsunade's arms, and he pushed her back with the last of his willpower. "Tsunade, wait. I'm—I'm not Dan."

Tsunade finally met his gaze, her cheeks still flushed. But her eyes were clear. "I know."

Kakashi couldn't breathe, couldn't take his gaze from her. Then... she was kissing him as Kakashi? Wanted to kiss him? Before he could think of what to say, much less form words, Tsunade leaned forward again. Her kiss filled him with heady euphoria; making him feel things he'd never felt before. Tsunade's fingers tangled in his hair, and for a moment he lost himself in the kiss. In the taste of her lips, in the scent of her skin and hair. Of Tsunade herself.

Kakashi could feel the last of his willpower slipping away as desire coursed through him. This was what he wanted, more than anything. But... he grasped the last tendril of his will, and held on. It wasn't fair to Tsunade. She wasn't in her right mind, both because she was under the influence of sake and her memories were still gone.

As gently as he could, he separated himself from Tsunade, though everything in him longed to pull her closer. "Tsuna, we—we can't."

Tsunade stared at him in confusion, her large golden-brown eyes piercing to his soul.

Somehow, Kakashi swallowed and forced himself to continue, his voice rasping, "I can't. Not like this."

Tsunade's expression crumpled, like he'd broken something inside of her. Everything in Kakashi wanted to hold her and kiss away her hurt. But he couldn't. Steeling himself, he shifted forward in preparation to bring Tsunade to bed. But Tsunade grabbed the front of his shirt, eyes brimming with tears, and she curled into him, like a child afraid of a storm. "No, please." Her voice broke him. "Don't leave me. Please. I—I don't want to be alone."

Helplessly, Kakashi gazed down at her blonde head pressed against his shoulder. And knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave her. He shifted forward just enough to press his lips to her forehead. "I will never leave you, Tsuna. I promise."

A foolish promise, perhaps, but at the moment, he didn't care. And he intended to keep it.

Tsunade stared at him, eyes wide and wet. Something flickering across her face, but she only curled up in his lap, resting her head on his chest. Kakashi wrapped his arms around her trembling body and rested his chin on her head, holding her close until her trembling stopped. Kakashi blinked sleepily. At last, he shifted forward to glimpse Tsunade's face. She was sound asleep, though she still held a fistful of his shirt. He would keep his word, of course, but it wouldn't hurt to get more comfortable. Moving agonizingly slow, so as not to disturb Tsunade, Kakashi shifted them until he lay on his side on the couch, Tsunade curled into the curve of his body, still in the protection of his arms.

Kakashi gazed at Tsunade's peaceful face, inches from his own. For a sharp, piercing moment, he wished... he wished she wouldn't get her memories back. That she would stay here, with him. Always. He exhaled, and with it, released his longings. Konoha needed her. And she needed her memories back. He couldn't be selfish in wanting to take that away from her. He had to let her go.

Thanks to the sake, Tsunade wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. But it was for the best. For both of them. And... he yawned. He should probably... pull his mask back up.

Warmth seeped through his body to his bones, and Kakashi closed his eyes, savoring the comfortable feeling of Tsunade next to him. And he couldn't help remembering her kisses, replaying them in his mind over and over. Tsunade wouldn't remember any of it. But he would. He would hold on to those memories forever, just like he would this one. He brushed a strand of impossibly soft hair from Tsunade's cheek, and sighed.

He'd let it go too far. He knew that. For both of their sakes, he had to do whatever it took to help Tsunade get her memories back.


A/N: On the bright side, all this social distancing has left me with a lot more time to write. On the not-so-bright side... Coronavirus and a lack of toilet paper. Stay safe everyone!


Idle. Inkling: Thank you so much! I admit, I debated how far to take their relationship while Tsunade has amnesia, as I did need some things to happen. But I'm fairly satisfied with how it turned out. We'll see how it works out once she gets her memories back. Thank you for all the complements!

Guest: Thank you! Drunk or not, Tsunade was certainly acting on her feelings this chapter, lol. Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty of Tsunade's 'present' self soon enough. ;) It will definitely get awkward for Kakashi (and Tsunade) if Jiraiya and Guy say anything, lol. Aww, thanks! I'm so glad you look forward to it, that means a lot.

Square Mom Lover: Aww, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. My goodness, it means so much that you shed (happy) tears. It was the highlight of my day! And yes, things are going to change a lot once Tsunade's memories return. Whether it'll be good or bad remains to be seen. XD Either way, she's going to have a lot to deal with.

U3fan: Thank you! I quite enjoyed writing that part, lol. Poor Kakashi, he really has no clue. I'd say Tsunade's digging herself into a bit of a hole once her memories come back. XD

Lara500: Thank you! I hope it continues to be enjoyable. :)

Miss Laury: Thank you so much! Aww, I'm glad it brought on the feels. XD Yes, I definitely think amnesia Tsunade is different than 'present' Tsunade. After all, she doesn't remember most of the things that made her who she is. But I think she needed to forget that for a little while, to remind her of what she's missing. I don't mind posting earlier when I have time. Usually, the chapters are already ready by then. :)

Dobbyhasnomastr: Thanks for the review! Kakashi wasn't exactly in his right mind, but you'd think he would have thought of that. XD