A/N: I'm a day late for ShiSaku Weekend but you know what diamonds are made under pressure or whatever the saying is. The three days are interconnected, so come back tomorrow for. Whatever the prompt is, I don't remember lmfao.
I don't own Naruto.
"Sakura."
"Hm?"
"Sakura, look."
"That's nice."
"You're not looking!"
"Busy."
"Sakura, look!"
"Goddamn, I swear on your precious eyeballs - Shisui!" Sakura screeches, snapping the pen in her hand in half. Red ink splatters on the desk, virtually indistinguishable from the blood dripping from his palm.
"What the hell. Why didn't you say you were bleeding or something?" she scolds, summoning healing chakra to her hand, reaching for his. Shisui swats her away with his uninjured hand.
"'Cause you always think I'm joking when I do!"
"Because half the time you are."
"Okay, but this time it's for real. That's not the point, look what I can do!" Shisui chirps, clasping his hands together as if in prayer. For a fraction of a second Sakura thinks he's actually trying to pray the injury away or something equally asinine, but then she looks closer and realizes his hands are glowing Mystical Palm green.
A few seconds pass before he stops and rubs his hands clean on his shirt (Sakura winces, knowing full-well he's not going to wash that until he's out of clothes to wear), and then holds them out for inspection like a cat presenting a dead mouse to its owner. It's with the same feeling of dread as the owner that Sakura takes his hand between both of hers, ready to remove scar tissue - without anaesthetic, because she's feeling petty this fine Sunday.
To her surprise, there's no scar tissue. There's barely even a scar, just a line that you can sort of see if you twist his hand at a bone-breaking angle under the light.
"What the hell," Sakura intones. "You didn't use your Sharingan. What the hell."
Shisui is exceptionally chipper for a guy who has his wrist twisted nearly a hundred and eighty degrees by the girl rumoured to lace her toothpaste with bone dust. "It's one of the side effects of our bond! 'Cause we're soul-mates-" her heart still goes all non-shockable rhythm when he says that out loud, "-I can use your chakra, kinda. Well, not really your chakra, but I have an easier time using your techniques."
Sakura thinks back to Friday training, humming. This explains why her Shunshin was fast enough to take Sasuke by surprise. She takes a second to bask in the afterglow of that mental image: Sasuke, flat on his ass, jaw dropped somewhere near the bottom of one of her signature craters, as Sakura slips past his prized Chidori Nagashi completely unscathed.
"Earth to Sakura." Shisui snaps his fingers. "C'mon, you know what this means."
"You'll stop bothering me about minor injuries and heal them yourself?" Sakura guesses - prays, really. It's one thing to ask for a healing hand every once in a while, and another thing entirely to write sonnets in iambic pentameter about how a strained muscle is going to be the end of his shinobi career as he knows it in the middle of the hospital when she's working.
"Nope." Shisui's grin is razor sharp and way, way, way too innocent around the edges for her liking. "It means Shunshin no Shisui is turning a new leaf. I'm gonna be a medic-nin and train all the newbies!"
"Absolutely the fuck not."
"Absolutely the fuck yes."
"Alright, field medics! What's the first thing we do when we enter a scene?"
"Heal!"
"Incorrect! We check out the…"
"Environment!"
"For what?"
"Threats to our person because field medics aren't allowed to fight unless you're Sakura-sama, Hokage-sama, and then sometimes Shizune-sama."
"And me, Uchiha Shisui, because…?"
"You're Shunshin no Shisui of the Uchiha clan, and there's nothing on this planet that can pose a threat to you!"
"Exactly!" Shisui fistbumps the Hyuuga gunner, who flushes neon red and regards her hand with a look that fills Sakura with equal parts trepidation and deja vu. Goddamn, what is it with the Uchiha and converting every living human they so much as breathe near into a fangirl? Sakura suddenly gets why Tobirama sequestered them off to the fuckends of the village: any closer and there would be home invasions and riots and more restraining orders doled out than physically enforceable.
"If you listen to anything he says, I'll personally see to it you all are doing nothing but collecting vitals for every team we're dispatched to treat," Sakura says sweetly as she sidles up next to him and lays a glowing hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, Sakura-chan, I know I mentioned my shoulder was hurting earlier, but your chakra is blue…"
"Is it?" Her grip tightens imperceptibly. "I had no idea. What colour is it supposed to be medic-san?"
"Green," the Hyuuga kid says immediately.
"I'm doing such a good job of training them," Shisui coos, and Sakura only has a second to realize he's broken free of her grip - fucking Uchiha's - before he draws her in for a hug that has her back cracking. She wants to kick him to Iwa so that blond bomber can have some fun blowing him back, but he smells of ozone and hugging him feels like falling asleep in trees during the summer, so she makes a noise of protest as she buries her face in his high-collar and shrugs.
Let it be known that she did try, technically.
"This is my soulmate, by the way!" Shisui informs them even though it's as common knowledge as the fact that the sky is blue and their Hokage has a drinking problem (but ask her and it's only a drinking problem once she passes off the mantle - right now it's a coping mechanism).
"Your soulmate is Sakura-sama?" one of the civilian-born shinobi says, stars in his eyes. "You are so lucky."
"Tell me about it."
(Sakura shoos the trainees off to do readings and waits until they've rounded the corner to give Shisui a very not safe for work kiss that promises all sorts of revenge down the line.
Uchiha's.)
"You're sending me to Kumo for two months?" Sakura repeats slowly, rubbing the backs of her ears to break up the wax that's clearly building up because there is no way her beloved, brilliant, benevolent, insert-your-B-word-of-choice-here Tsunade-shishou spoke that into existence.
"You're sending her to Kumo for two months?" Shisui wails.
"I'm sending you to Kumo for two months," Tsunade confirms.
"This is a terrible idea, shishou. We can barely find coverage for shifts now, what will happen once I leave?" Sakura reasons, trying (and failing) to hide her growing panic at the thought of going to Kumo of all places. It's not that she hates all of Kumo, but there are just some people there who she prefers were located in, say Tsuchi. Very specifically, six feet under Tsuchi.
"The next time you step foot in Kumo, be prepared. I'll have more poisons ready than you can dream of."
Tsunade looks at her like she knows exactly who she's thinking of and says sternly, "Sakura, you cannot start an international incident with Kumo because C said something to piss you off. We're just barely getting over Sasuke and what he said to the Mizukage."
"In our defense, Zabuza-san was kinda asking for it," Shisui pipes up, stepping behind Sakura as if she can block the killing intent from hitting him. Like he's not a whole foot and a quarter (he insists on the quarter distinction) taller than her and still in Tsunade's line of sight.
"Can you believe there was a time I considered you for Hokage?"
"Good thing you didn't, 'cause now I can just take over all of Sakura-chan's shifts while she's gone!"
"He's not trained as a medic-nin," Sakura points out, hoping her shishou looks at her eyes and manages to translate the widening to mean 'this is a terrible idea, he will leave all the paperwork to you, and he will try to mouth pipette everything in pathology'.
Tsunade just looks mildly concerned as she says, "Sakura, are you on drugs? Stop bulging your eyes like that or they'll get stuck that way. Unlike your soulmate, we can't just get your cousins to swap eyeballs with you at the drop of a hat."
"I'd trade eyeballs with you if you needed them, Sakura-chan," Shisui says seriously, and the thing is Sakura knows this is one of those deranged Uchiha shows of affection, like how Mikoto-san lacing Fugaku-san's tea with poison 'to keep him on his toes' is apparently their way of flirting, but it still kind of freaks her out when he says it like that and means it.
"Listen, Sakura, he's not a medic-nin, but from what my sources tell me-"
"Jiraiya-sama is not a reliable source when it comes to this."
"I meant Maiko from the nursing union, but the point is, he's worked some miracles. He cured a case of cysticercosis all by himself," Tsunade says proudly. Shisui preens under her attention until Sakura elbows him so he's not pressed up against her back (he pouts - Uchiha's), whirling around to pin him with a flat glare.
"Who had cysticercosis? And when did you treat them?"
"Patient confidentiality, Sakura-chan!" Shisui bops her on the nose.
Sakura bops him on the nose just hard enough that it may or may not bruise in the morning. "I say this because we need to track down the infection to make sure there's no more outbreaks. Which is something you would know if you were trained as a medic-nin."
"I'll get Itachi and we can go hunting in the morning!"
Something about the prospect of Uchiha Itachi trudging through pig farms to track parasites incites such a visceral, bone deep terror in her that she turns to Tsunade and says, "I'll leave tomorrow."
Shisui, predictably, pouts. "Can I use your office at least?"
"If he goes into my office you have permission to wipe him out. I can live without a soulmate."
Sakura-chaaaaaaaaan, I miss you. The hospital isn't fun when I can't bother you 'cause any time I piss off one of the Hyuuga's they just try and block my tenketsu points and Tsunade says if I start a Hyuuga v Uchiha battle for the honour AGAIN she's gonna pull a Senju and find a way to make me regret my genes.
Also, Itachi caught the plague. Like, the actual bubonic plague. I'm in charge of treating him 'cause I can use your magic chakra control and Tsunade-sama thinks this is good practice.
Anyway, stay safe in Kumo, if that blonde medic pisses you off you can use my Katon and turn him into Crispy C! 'Cause we're, wait for it, soulmates. And you can do that. Use my jutsu.
Love you more than the sun loves the moon.
Shisui.
"Itachi has the bubonic plague?!" Sakura shrieks, scaring a nearby medic-in-training so bad she spills what is very likely 13M HCl all over her arm.
While her and her lab partner freak out and run for the chemical spill station, C smirks a little. "Konoha falling apart already? Figures. If I'd known it was so easy to take you lot out I would've had you brought over a lot sooner, Haruno."
Sakura shoots him a dirty look that belies the sheer panic coursing through her veins. "My soulmate is a very capable medic-nin who can handle this, thank you very much. You can barely handle your own lab, which is why I was sent over, isn't it?"
Her glee at wiping his smug, butt-ugly mug clean is short-lived when it hits her that it takes a week for the post to get from Konoha to Kumo, so Shisui's probably already tried curing him and wow these lights really are bright, her head hurts. She needs to sit down. Maybe have a drink. Have a drink and then sit down.
C picks up the bottle of 70% isopropyl alcohol before she can reach for it. Asshole.
It's okay, she comforts herself, bouncing her legs anxiously as she rereads the letter, if Itachi died I would've heard of it by now. Plus, Tsunade-shishou is overseeing him. This is fine. He can do this. He might be a bit of an idiot, but he's my idiot and he's got my chakra control and oh my god, I need to go back.
Sakura flips the letter over and grabs one of the markers used for labels, writing 'STREPTOMYCIN, 30 MG/KG/DAY UP TO 2 G/DAY' in capitals, bolding, underlining, and then boxing it for good measure. Then, she bites her thumb and summons Katsuyu on the table, ignoring C's disgust at her 'violating the sterility' of his lab. She rolls it up and allows Katsuyu to absorb the note ("That's fucking disgusting," C says flatly) before thanking her. Katsuyu makes a sort of trilling noise she thinks might be 'you're welcome', and then poofs off to Konoha, leaving Sakura to heave a heavy sigh and glance at the calendar longingly. Two weeks down, six more to go.
"Hey, C, wanna spar?"
"...I'm not opposed."
"Cool, because I have a jutsu I need to try out."
This medic shit is hard. His fingers are constantly numb from using Mystical Palm, his chakra reserves feel like they're trying to power Kotoamatsukami on a daily basis, and the headaches, fuck, how does Sakura do this every day without falling apart?
Shisui loves his soulmate. He loves her so much he's going to become a kick-ass medic just to prove to the world that she's that great because she could make him this good through the bond alone.
"Ita-chan, you know your lungs are, like, really messed up, right?" Shisui asks him as he pumps chakra into his chest. It's a learning curve and also kind of disorienting at first, because while apparently it's not normal to feel like you have a CT scanner in your head as you heal, it's a reality he has to live with because it's normal for Sakura, so he puts on his big boy vests and powers on.
He really, really, really loves Sakura.
Sakura is smart and kind and funny and beautiful and so, so, so powerful sometimes it makes his heart hurt because he didn't think he had the physical capacity to love someone like this ever until he woke up with her essence burned into his bones.
They say soulmates are your other half: they complete you, they balance out your flaws, they make you realize your potential. But it's not like that with Sakura. She isn't some sort of heaven-crafted divine intervention meant to seal the cracks of his mind with gold; he doesn't expect her to fix him - he doesn't expect her to do anything - he just wants her to be the same way she wants him to just be. He looks at her and feels like sunlight is running through his veins; hugs her and thinks this is what the universe feels like, holding the stars; talks to her until the hours run into days and he's unbound by time and space and reality, just her eyes and laugh and the hand cradling his jaw; watches her fight and heal and laugh and cry and sleep and wonders how he was so fortunate to have been born to witness this supernova on Earth.
Shisui loves Sakura the same way entropy works. There will always be a before and an after and now that they're in the after there's no going back. Every day he will wake up and realize he loves her more than the day before and he will love her even more the day after and that is what keeps him going.
Also watching her get annoyed at him, that also keeps him going.
"Shisui," Itachi rasps, not quite looking like death warmed over; more like death microwaved something left in the freezer past its expiration date.
"Yes, Ita-chan?"
"Get out of my lungs and get me my antibiotics."
Two weeks down, six more to go.
A/N: I tried my best to channel the chaos of 2009 crackfics here but I fear I didn't do it justice. Oh well. Thank you pyro for the summary and my life with medic!Shisui.
WHEN I SAY KAPLAN YOU SAY PHYSICS KAPLAN PHYSICS GIVE ME MENTAL BREAKDOWNS LMFAO
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-Eien