Note: Fun fact: I have this headcanon where like, yeah, genma is special jounin and was part of the hokage guard platoon minato made, but like, he's also non-anbu associate. They drag him on missions sometimes because that's how it be. Also he's grinding himself to the bone because fuck they all need therapy. Anywho, welcome to the trainwreck of chapter 17.
After around a month and a half of chakra healing, which happens to greatly speed up the process of recovery, Kizashi was alright enough to continue on with his life, which, at the moment, was spent being angry at Sakura and mourning her mother. He was released from the hospital a few days after that, leaving him standing in front of the civilian at the front desk of the housing register. His daughter wasn't there, of course. She was off galavanting with the good for nothing Uchiha family, causing trouble and learning assassin techniques.
It was like she didn't even care her mother died, in his opinion, always coming to see him in the hospital, leaving flowers meaning hope, love, and all around good will. It was despicable. Though, he supposed, it makes sense, seeing as ninja are heartless killers. There was no reason to mourn someone's death, not if you caused death by every movement of your fingers, every flick of your wrist.
The man at the desk stared at his papers in confusion. "Haruno?"
He grunted in acknowledgement.
"It says here that someone already vouched for you for temporary housing." He held out the paper, tensing from the face Kizashi was making.
"What do you mean vouched-" He snatched the paper from the man's hand, skimming the text until he reached the signature on the bottom. His hands shook with anger. Uchiha, it read, in a deep red ink. "Of course." He said, fuming as he crushed the paper in his hands. "Of course."
"Ah." Genma said, head swimming as he took in all the information they had just shared with him, then, like the very experienced and capable ninja he was, passed out, because one can only take so much in the span of an hour.
Shisui turned towards Sakura "I told you something like this would happen."
She stared at the man, passed out on the couch and sighed. "Honestly. He's a Shinobi. Y'know, expect the unexpected?"
"Who's gonna expect time travel though. Not to mention another war. The last one was bad enough."
"I can blame it on the poison?" She tried, glancing back at his still form on the couch. Shisui sighed.
"Kid this is-"
"Anbu code." She shrugged, "Well technically, it's Root code, but, y'know-"
"Why do you know Root code?"
"Back before all this, y'know, thing happened, I had a teammate from Root. He ended up teaching the team how to read it so we could trade intel quickly."
"Is that how you know anbu operations and jutsu too?"
She laughed, picking up the last few papers. "Nah, that was all a field promotion and hard work."
Shisui stared at her, before blinking. "That would explain a few things."
He knocked on the door, already receiving dirty stares from the others in the district. They had parted around him as he made his way in, clearing the path before him, closing the streets around them and blocking them from view, leaving a straight shot to the main family's household, and Kizashi was getting more irritated by the second. The damn red eyed bastards couldn't leave him alone, it seemed.
They whispered around him, shaking heir heads at the children gripping their mothers legs and asking questions. Several Uchiha Police members kept a careful watch as he walked onwards. One of them approached him.
"Sir, we can escort you to-"
"It's alright. I know where I'm headed." He pulled out his customer voice, grinning at the man before him.
The man frowned. "If you're sure."
"I am."
Sakura hummed as she walked down the stairs of the Uchiha household. She spooked Sasuke from his nap as she tumbled onto the floor in her room, but put him back to sleep with a bit of medical chakra before he could wake the rest of the house. There was a small presence in the living room, but she ignored it in favor of grabbing a fruit from the kitchen. Fugaku was in the living room too so it was probably someone the family knew.
All her hard work of keeping Sasuke asleep was destroyed as her father turned from his position on the couch across from Fugaku, face shadowed in anger.
"You." He called, ignoring Fugaku's deepening frown and focusing on Sakura, face dirty from training.
"Hi, dad."
Kizashi stayed at the Uchiha compound for three weeks. Three fucking weeks. Mikoto was at the end of her rope. There's a point where you pass welcome guest to irritating house pest and Kizashi hit that point within the first hour of staying at their place. So when the genin messenger finally reached their door, telling them that Kizashi's house was finished with repairs and he could move back in, they kindly, but forcefully, kicked him out.
Of course, because her father left, so did Sakura, though she only took a few days worth of clothes when she left, just so she'd have a reason to come back. But the time between trips increased, and anytime she did visit, Sakura barely greeted them, walking up to the couch and collapsing upon it for an hour before waking up, going to her room for an hour, and eating something from the kitchen before disappearing again.
Mikoto just laughed to herself at the girls actions. They trained so hard sometimes. But Mikoto wanted to know just what they were doing that made her so exhausted. So she turned to her son for answers.
When Mikoto asked her son how training with Shisui and Sakura was going, he was confused.
"Sakura hasn't come to training in a while."
And pieces fell into place within Mikoto's mind.
Note: Well, that's where I'm ending that for now. Whoopdie doo it's almost been what, two months, since the last update? Yeah. Anyways. I am here, queer, and ready to hopefully update sooner than two months next time. Thanks for reading, for sticking around, for commenting, and for not being super on me for not updating. It's really appreciated, y'all don't even know.
Also, no one asked for it, but, remember Avatar: The Last Airbender? Well, I found this fanfic for it, and I wasn't even looking for something in the fandom in the first place, but it's called Embers, written by Vathara, it can be found here and on AO3, and is quite long. Like, almost 800,000 words long. And that's divided into 91, very well written chapters. It mainly follows Zuko and Iroh, with a bit of a twist thrown in that makes the whole series feel a bit more real, makes the characters a bit more human, and makes me as a writer very irritated because holy shit the theories I have now,,,, Anyways, check it out if it floats your boat, thanks for reading, good night y'all