Her mother sat in front of her a little ways away, clapping as her father stood nearby, camera at the ready as she stumbled to her feet. Legs wobbled, her arms outstretched, windmilling whenever she threatened to overbalance which was fairly often, given her lack of motor control. Sasuke cheered her on from the side, Itachi busy with his genin team and likely due home any minute now. She'd worked out their schedules over the last few months, including her designated four hours of nap time in the middle of the day when everybody was out of the house aside from her, Sasuke, and the nanny hired to take care of them both.

It was the perfect time for chakra manipulations, especially seeing as her family were aware of them. She took it as a green light, and no longer bothered to try and do it all that discretely. Discretion wouldn't get the job done on time, and Sakura was short on that. So crawling up the walls it was.

Sakura giggled, stumbling towards her mother, growing that much closer step by step until she was in her mother's arms and the camera was clicking. The sound of the front door opening and closing had both her and Sasuke perking up, a glance shared between them before they ran for the porch. Well, Sasuke ran, Sakura toddled as quickly as she could, stumbling into the foyer only to faceplant against her aniki's legs. "Tachi-nii!" She smiled up at him, clinging to his pant legs as he poked Sasuke on the forehead. "Home!"

"Yes, Imouto," he mumbled, and then two fingers tapped her forehead far more gently than Sasuke's given her age and the sheer shakiness of her newfound footing. "I'm home."

"Aniki!" She held her arms up in the universal carry me sign. "Up!" She bounced up and down on her feet. "Up!"

Itachi smiled, lifting her up before she could start jumping wildly about the place. "I see you've started walking already."

Fugaku walked around the corner. "We took pictures," he said, putting Itachi's sandals away as she snaked her arms around her brother's neck, nuzzling her cheek against his throat. "How was your day? Successful?" He eyed his son from head to toe.

"Yes, Otou-san," he said, nodding even as Sakura continued her nuzzling. "My team completed a total of four D-Rank missions, as well as setting the record for catching Tora in the fastest time."

Fugaku smiled softly, ruffling Itachi's silky hair. Sakura wished she was tall enough to do that. "That's my son," he mumbled. "Now let's go outside… I think it's time we continued our training."

"Nii-san…" Sasuke pouted, clutching at his brother's leg. "Can I train with you and otou-san?" He stared pleadingly up at the both of them, Sakura watching as he unleashed the puppy eyes he seemed to have perfected. "Pretty please?"

"You've still got your training drills to do, Sasuke," their father said, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "You can join in training with your brother once you're a bit older."

Sasuke released the breath he'd been holding in a huff. "How older is older?" he grumbled, staring sullenly at the floor.

"When you're five."

"But that's ages away." Sasuke's shoulders sunk, and Sakura reached down as best she could, trusting her other brother to keep a firm grasp on her as she patted his cheek consolingly.

"There, there, nii-san," she said, internally cooing at his baby cheeks and how much she wanted to pinch them, even as Itachi carefully set her back on the ground.

Sakura pushed herself off her backside, stumbling after the three members of her family as they went out into the garden to train – Sasuke pouting as he went off to run laps and generally improve his fitness. Exactly like she needed to do, no matter the fact she was still wearing nappies. She toddled off the engawa, eyes fixed on Sasuke as he ran, silently praying her legs would hold out for at least one measly lap. She refused to be weak, even at the tender age of twelve months. She'd been there for a year already, and she was irritated at her progress, despite the medic inside of her telling her she was well within the limits of amazing baby growth. She wanted to be able to throw shuriken and kunai. She wanted to feel a bit more defensible in her new body lined with baby fat and noodle limbs. Time. It'd all take time, and that was a precious rarity, especially if the Uchiha Massacre was scheduled to take place still. Part of her hoped the natural ripples of her strange universe would sort it out, but she doubted fate would be that kind to her – she was a member of Team Seven, and the universe loved to throw everything their way. Her way. She was the last one left. She scowled up at the sky, chasing after Sasuke on shaky legs. At least until she faceplanted the ground and had to be rescued by her tou-san.

"I think that's enough running about for you today, Sakura," he said, scooping her off the cold dirt, carrying her inside while Itachi threw kunai after kunai at the targets set up. "'koto?" He peered around the dining room, heading into the kitchen when her mother was nowhere to be found in that room.

"What's the matter?" Mikoto appeared from the room behind them, smiling up until she saw the thin layer of dirt coating Sakura's front from head to toe.

"This one needs a bath, I think," he said, handing her over with yet another hair ruffle, and Sakura giggled.

"Have fun, tou-san!" she called, waving enthusiastically as she was carried off to the bath.

A bath and some dinner later and Sakura sat back in her room, staring at the ceiling blankly as she went through her regular chakra drills, closing her eyes as she expanded her sensory capabilities as much as she could. She was a self-taught sensor rather than a naturally born one, so it wasn't quite as easy for her as say Senju Tobirama, but she was starting younger than most, so she was fairly sure she'd become decent enough with it over time. Time, again. Something she didn't have much of. Her uncle's chakra pinged on her radar, eyes narrowing as he sat downstairs in her father's home office, speaking with her father.

He'd been coming over far more frequently, much to her annoyance. She hated his visits, just like she hated his oily chakra, but it told her something rather important. Something she needed to know. Their relationship with the village was only worsening. How so, Sakura didn't know, but with her uncle seemingly on her father's case about it, all she knew was that it couldn't be good.

She bit her lip, disgust making her small hands curl into fists. No doubt it was something to do with Danzo – a problem she'd have to deal with at her earliest convenience. She flopped back on her bed, sighing gutsily. There was so much to do, and yet so little time in which to do it…

She'd have to start laying her plans out as best she could.

There were only four more years until the massacre was due to take place, and that wasn't accounting for any factors which could make it come around early. The ripples in the universe compared to her own made it hard to tell. Would they aid her, or would they spell ruin for her brother? Sakura grumbled nonsense under her breath, slapping her hands to her cheeks.

First, she had to check the situation with Danzo. Next was dealing with the Uchiha Clan through one means or another.

"Oh." She blinked at the ceiling, the solution piecing itself together slowly yet surely. "I'm going to have to infiltrate ROOT…"

A shark-like grin pulled at her lips. She'd make Danzo dance to her tune this time around. A giggle escaped her as the scenarios played out in her mind.

This was going to be fun.