Being a friend to an Uchiha is a full-time job. You have to take care of them like a stray cat. They literally act like one. All except Izumi. You have to sweat blood, sweat, and tears. They push you to the edge and back, trying to break you. It really is a toxic relationship. Couple counsel is a must.

However, when you win, they're loyal. They will burn the world for you. It's kind of scary. But I understand that kind of loyalty. To feel emotions so deep that it's hurt. That when someone hurts you, you want to make them suffer ten times as much. To burn them into an empty shell. That might be the only reason. No, is it the only reason why Shisui had more than one friend in this life.

I stared at the lean teenager in the hospital bed. A bloody bandage over his right eye. It should be fine. However, the hospital forced him into a coma when they ran his blood. To find any abnormalities like toxic and poisons. They were able to reattach his eye to his eye socket. It should be fine.

It should be fine.

It should be fine.

It should be fine.

Fine...F...I...N...E.

"Troublesome." said a tired, lazy voice.

My head snaps up to see the Jonin Commander of Konohagakure, leader of the Nara Clan, the Shika in the famous Ino-Shika-Cho trio, and our genin team sensei.

"Hey. Shikaku-sensei. So what is the damage this time?"

A scoff would be heard. "I thought you two had grown up. One with a kid. The other is a jonin. But still, they cause trouble and I have to fix it." The words should feel scathing; however, the fondness in his voice was undertone.

"Well, you know. We love our village."

Another scoff. "The damage is that my two students show up in front of the hospital with one of them missing an eye in the other's arms. Along with an arm that contains the eye of the injured student with poison run through his system. That poison which can only belong to the Aburame clan, specifically Aburama 's Rinkaichu. And then the hospital ran a data test on the severed arm to only find it belonged to the council member Danzo. So I would like to know what the hell is going on?"

A long weary sign leaves my lips. "Well. That's a long story. I think it started on a normal Thursday. no, it was a Tuesday."

A sign stopped her contemplation

"Well, it was a typical day. I was tired from a mission...

Another sign could be heard with a mutter. "This is going to be a long story."