Disclaimer: Babe, I don't need to own Naruto or Samurai Champloo to write fanfiction.
Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: Sunflower Samurai
Summary: (Naruto X Samurai Champloo) Sakura had stepped into a spellbound when she fell asleep in a garden of sunflowers, in a strange event she was taken in a coma where she dreamt she lived in a world not her own, traveling with three other wanderers.
AN: Ha, I knew only a few would review. Thank you for reading! And to those who are requesting for Magical Chakra, Such Sweet Sorrow, or Teenage Rhapsody, don't worry about me slacking off, I got their chapters half finished. I just never got around finishing it. Yet again, thank you for making my day 'nickety-style' when I found SIX reviews for Sleeping Princes and TWELVE for Sunflower Samurai! Enjoy this chapter!
Comatose Lady
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Every single second of that aggravating droning squeak coming off the life machine had the gathering crowd of people sweating under their armpits, not from the heat, but the devastating tension building up in the small hospital room which concealed a member of the legendary Rookie Nine. She was held in a deep coma, soon after the head medic-nin had her lungs and heart working again she was sleeping unconsciously on thick bedding with the blankets over her thin shoulders. Her mouth was concealed with a breathing mask, her wrist was bandaged to the tube of dripping liquid, and her closed eyes were covered by a binding seal scroll. Her long pink hair was tied into two loose braids that spade on the pillow to avoid any tangles, and she was adorned into a white gown which went down to her knees.
The most important people in her life had intended to visit her. More were outside the assigned room, sitting on benches with gloomy looks and standoffish positions against the parallel walls. Her best friend had sat herself next to her bedridden form, looking over her rival with a significant emotional face and trembling lower lip. Her gift, a vase which held the girl's favorite flower, was placed on the nightstand with a pitcher of water and a glass cup. A young spandex-clad man with a bowl cut and thick eyebrows had looked out into the window, he wanted to look elsewhere than at her state, watching the clouds and quite agreeing with the shadow genius that the scenery was very relaxing. Her other best friend, another blonde, had his head on the edge of the bed with his right hand gripping her clothed knee.
A known raven-haired man was missing in action after being called on a mission a little while ago, the male blonde contemplated deeply on how to tell him the bad news if he got back. All he could hear was the intensifying squeaks, and he hoped to hear more of them.
Beep.
Beep.
Her parents, who were utterly worried, had sat themselves away from the bed had held each other safely with their eyes closed tiredly. The mother came to the hospital without any make up and her hair was uncombed, she gripped her chipped polished nails together as if she were praying. The father's chin was yet to be shaved with blots of unwashed shaving cream, a wrinkled pajama top was worn hastily over a badly belted pair of slacks, and he whispered assuring to his wife about their daughter's wellbeing, murmuring in a tone that made it seem like he was trying to convince himself. Her old masked teacher had watched the elderly folks, his exotic eye was half-lidded and sad.
The leader of the village had already sent groups of elite Anbu to investigate all sources of the sunflower field where the young woman had fainted mysteriously from something they couldn't define. It was hours since the rumor of a surprise attack on the girl had reached the ears of almost everyone. Many villagers were then warned not to go to that part of the park, and the Academy class field trips had to be canceled when the substitute teacher didn't return.
In a moment, the door burst open revealing a tall attractive flaxen woman who wore her green leaflet jacket over her trim shoulders, with a hand on her curvy hip. The parents of the girl stood up immediately from their seats on the cushioned chairs, the woman burst into tears while her husband held her up.
"What happened to my daughter! Who did this to her!" she cried.
"Koishi, please!" the man exclaimed, bringing all heads in the room to turn to them.
"Get your hands off me!" she turned to the older woman, her eyes were wet, "You are the Hokage! Save her, please!"
All the other female had done was look sternly at her crumbling form.
"I need to know, my daughter, my baby girl…" the woman trembled, looking far away, "I don't want her to be hurt…I don't want her to…to…"
The father held her comforting in his arms, cooing in her ear, "Everything's going to be alright, dear…"
She muffled in his collar, repeating over and over, "How do you know…? How do you know…"
The three teenagers looked at them with sad looks, and the blond girl stood up with her hands up to her chest as if she wanted to protect herself from an unsightly answer when she questioned the older woman, "What…happened to Sakura-chan?"
"I don't know," the head kunoichi replied bluntly, her hazel eyes were held in place, "Her collapse is one of the strangest I've ever seen, I don't know exactly what happened unfortunately."
"Exactly? Then you must know something," the platinum-haired girl asked.
"Will…she…wake up?" the Taijutsu Specialist whispered.
The woman sighed, finding the right words.
"I'm sorry, but Sakura would have to stay here for a while longer," the giant-busted woman murmured, the corner of her mouth twitched, "We still cannot define what is wrong with her health, we do believe it might have been a soft of belladonna powder that she must have inhaled through the flowers in that field where she had collapsed in. I apologize for not being able to confer any more information about her, our best medic-nins and nurses, as well as I," she fluttered her lashes, "Are currently researching through our library for any antidote or seemingly, a remedy to help revive her from this tight coma. But right now, all we can do is wait."
"If someone attacked her…" a mustard-haired young man growled, his blue eyes turned slightly bloody red, "I'll kill them…"
"I'm sure you will," the Hokage brushed off the comment like an irritation.
To Be Continued
Sorry, I can only write a short chapter now. I'll work on the other one after I get back home.