Disclaimer: Hello! I promised 3 chapters in a week but I ended up with 2 chapters in 2 weeks and I'm sorry huhuhu. Writer's block got me just staring at the screen. Anyways, this chapter is kinda boring and there's no Shisui x Sakura interaction but I still think that this is important for the character and the plot development.
I own Naruto. Yes, I do. In my dreams, of course.
The first thing that Sakura had seen in the next morning were the crumpled sheets of white being laid next to her slender body. The sight of the disarrayed cloth was marked with the palest hints of golden rays from the window, already voicing out the fact that she and Shisui had fallen asleep next to each other and that the Uchiha had woken up at an earlier hour of the day before taking off.
Much to her surprise, getting off of the bed wasn't synonymous to feeling an excruciating amount of pain from the past grueling day. Much more to her surprise, the absence of the punishment was filled in by the warm feeling of added energy, stretching the potential within her to perform more strenuous activities. Her chakra recovery was finally accelerating up to its normal and usual pace with the help of her very much deserved slumber.
A clicking sound entered her own ears as she effortlessly struck an insignificant amount of chakra into her opened mouth in order to cast away the morning breath, a trick that was very well present in the knowledge of every shinobi and every aspiring one to the point that not knowing about such a technique was the same as having a dulled common sense.
She was determined to pay any heed to her instincts that had also been improving as seen by the vanishing of the effects made possible by the obliterating poison. Natural instincts ordered her brain to take control over her legs in order for her to go to the kitchen and look for the absent man. Although it was made clear to her by her senses as a ninja that no living signatures were lurking around the kitchen and possibly the whole house, her decision was still fixed on the idea of searching him in that area. Why, one would ask? Simply because it's Shisui being talked about.
After making the bed, Sakura still settled on the option to find him in the kitchen.
A few footsteps later, the invisible tracks created by her bare feet had come to an end on the floor of the destination as a colorless steam ascended from the meals on the dining table and ghosted by her nose that was now inhaling the presumable taste of what seemed like ethereal.
Her line of sight was fastened to the bright yellow paper sitting beside the prepared plate. Curiosity pushed her to near the table and read the note.
A snort was played by her nose followed by the beaming of her lips in amusement as she giggled over his husbandly act. Carved onto the radiantly colored paper were the words "Off to train."
The pleasantly smelling breakfast that was laid out on the table for her stimulated her sense of sight and smell for it had looked scrumptious and delightful just by its appearance. She inwardly smiled at the little act offered by the annoying twenty-one year old man. That baka can actually cook and be a gentleman, Inner Sakura said as she mentally appeared next to her real body and playfully nudged her shoulder.
In appreciation, Sakura sat down and ate the meal, cherishing every spoon of the flavorful omairaisu. Afterwards, she washed the dishes, silently in contemplation, mentally debating whether to take her bath in his house or in her apartment. Deciding on the latter, the pinkette thought that it was rather odd and uncivil for a visitor to bathe at another's home without the owner's permission.
The room of thoughts inside of her head spoke and advised her that it was best for her to go home and enter a tub full of petaled water as soon as possible, making her question the reason for the urgency to which was cleared right after she sniffed herself. While determination and hard work were two crucial factors required for training, they were morals not to be abused for they can heavily affect one's condition, specifically, one's hygiene.
She headed for the entrance door and then her tracks were ended by a sudden confusion before she could even turn the door knob. Being a visitor inside someone else's house left her wheel of thoughts to decelerate in its churning pace for she was dubious whether to leave the door unlocked or find a way to have it locked without the keys. After a minute of spacing out, she simply closed the windows and the door, careful enough to make the house seem like it was locked from the outside point of view.
While walking to the gates of the Uchiha district, something had caught her attention and it gave her the duration of the whole trip to ache, whine, and question its reasons inside her mind. And it didn't help that Inner Sakura was boiling with rage and fuming in frustration.
After all, an idiot would be the only type of human being to not regard the situation as a fishy one, specifically a situation like being stared in shock and disbelief by every Uchiha that passed by her.
Could it be possible for her body odor to be inhaled from such distances? No, from the perspective of a medic whose knowledge on the human senses is quite formidable, it just wasn't probable to be the cause of their suspecting eyes.
The next thought pushed the lines of her eyes outwardly as she mentally spilled a drink that she had also been mentally sipping on.
Sakura was present in the famous and distinguished clan district at such an early hour of the day...
Which probably meant to some that she had stayed in one's house over the night.
Which probably meant to all of the some that she was doing it with him...
They wouldn't, would they?
It took a moment of further contemplation of and suppression of disgust for her to exit the widely renowned compound.
"Sakura-san!"
The ever so familiarly passionate voice had rang in her ears, halting her track of thoughts to an end. The bowl-haired shinobi grew in size as he ecstatically neared her from a distance, practically doing some kind of odd training while traveling towards her. As the self-proclaimed Beautiful Green Beast of Konoha landed on his feet in front of her, another familiar figure, rather, figures, came into the picture.
After all, Inuzuka Kiba was quite adamant about having his companion, Akamaru, live with the same human rights.
Sakura was about to greet them the usual greeting but was interrupted by an overly depressed Rock Lee, "Sakura-san, while the springtime of our youth will last at this rarely shining moment, I must let you listen to the pleas of a man who fought an honorable fight for your beautifully woven hair that resembles the life of the cherry blossoms, your radiantly gleaming green eyes that symbolizes the peace of our beloved village, and most especially, your heart which could never be compared to any amount of gold."
And with such a speech of length and eloquence, he lowered his head and upper body towards her direction. While she was quite used to his flowery ways of expression of his affections (and that was an overstatement), surprise had taken over her display of emotions because for the first time in forever, the tight green spandex wearing man, Rock Lee, had just forfeited from the challenge of breaking the doors to her heart.
Turning to the chocolate brown haired man, she was about to ask him what the heck was the problem of the other one but another thing popped to bother her never-silenced mind.
Kiba's face was plastered with the same expression being worn by the Uchihas she had just passed by.
Oh, Kami, can someone just please give her at least a decent hint?
Certainly, her senses were still under the effects of the poison. And with that, the kunoichi felt a feeling that was similar to the irritation that Shikamaru tolerates on the daily.
So troublesome.
The man her friend often nicknames as "Thick Brows" knelt in front of her all of a sudden, dramatically closing his eyes. "I will forever treasure our springtime of youth, Sakura-san."
Despite the deep respect towards her savior from the Chuunin Exams, Inner Sakura mentally choked and strangled him.
"My love will remain undying, even if you are married to a man I am willing to rival with but it is your love for him that orders me otherwise, even if you are married to an Uchiha, even if you are, my dearest cherry blossom."
Sakura had to physically hit herself as her puzzled orbs followed the respectively round and sharp eyes of the men standing before her.
"Sakura, has Sasuke already returned from their mission?" Kiba questioned her out of an exploding mass of curiosity.
Inner Sakura had lost the will to live and so she hanged herself at the realization that she was still in someone else's clothes. Her inner demon dug her own grave at the absorbed fact that her clothes were left at Shisui's house.
Shannaro, the Uchihas must be thinking about rejoicing over the birth of another phenomenon.
As fire spread around her cheeks that were now stained with her hair color, she lowered her head at the two jounins ever so curtly, saying, "Excuse me!"
And before escaping the piercing stares of disbelief, she shouted as she controlled her chakra, hoping that unlike her senses, it wasn't affected by the posion, too.
"Henge!"
As the running kunoichi's body, whose clothes had been transformed into her usual, decreased in size from the increasing distance, the Inuzuka mused deeply over the reason behind her attire and clumsiness. After all, he had always found her interesting, what with her flashing pink hair and all.
Turning to his furry companion, he said, "She didn't at least address us, did she, Akamaru?"
Two days have passed since the humiliating occurrence and Sakura was extremely grateful regarding the Hokage's assignment to Shisui, having prevented any more buildup of suspicions from his clan members who had stared at her like she had just eaten a Sharingan eye or something.
And somehow in the most decent way of expression, it came out bothersome to her when she had heard that the obnoxiously upsetting Uchiha was off to a mission. It was oddly enough unusual as if it was something that shouldn't happen, as if Shisui and missions just do not mix well.
And it was an obvious fact to her that all the other people in the population of Konoha and the other villages beg to differ.
At the moment, she had come over Hinata's traditionally built manor, as expected from the heiress of the extremely noble Hyuuga main branch family. Her sister, Hanabi, had gone to a special training ground that was in ownership of the wealthy clan and was found outside the village. Hyuuga Hiashi, the father to the heiresses, had supported the younger female in her training.
Excluding their maids and servants, the enormous mansion was occupied by the two of them for the day.
The two female jounins had agreed on assigning the venue of their girl date at Hinata's house and of course, with her invitation.
Currently, Sakura was conveniently resting on one of the comfortable pillows set around the warm kotatsu, patiently waiting for her friend who had prepared tea for themselves without the assistance of their helpers.
Comforted by her solitude in her own room of thoughts, an image of orange, black, grey, violet, and silver flashed by. It couldn't be helped on her part to ponder the conditions and happenings of which her beloved people are under. First of all, Naruto was a risk-taker for the extremes and is nearly always the first one in their team to receive an injury. Although Sai, Sasuke, and Kakashi, other than Naruto, were the only men in their team who actually think before they act, they were the ones who needed her medical ninjutsu the most. After all, the annoyingly aspiring Hokage gained advantages from being the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi, such as having the ability to heal his own injuries sooner than the normal.
Then there was another annoying blonde, whom she misses so much. Where the hell are you, Ino-pig?
The sound of loudening footsteps could be heard as Hinata neared the low wooden table and placed the tray of teacups on the surface. As she sat on the pillow across the Haruno, Sakura tilted her head and offered her a warm smile. "Thanks for the tea, Hinata."
The other kunoichi had beamed back at her before the two started to sip on their served drinks.
Sakura cleared her throat before speaking, "So, Hinata, when are you going to confess?"
The sudden and random question delivered the heat from the steam of the Byakugan princess' cup to her reddening cheeks. The pinkette giggled softly over her childish reaction.
"T-that's sudden, Sakura-san," she shyly protested.
As the two kunoichis conversed about the love of their lives, the image presented on the windows had transitioned from noon to afternoon.
As soon as Hinata had finished her second cup of tea, she voiced out a sudden realization that her memory had just struck her, "Ah, b-by the way, Ino-san will return next week."
That was the moment when a tiny halo sparked up between her eyes, as their conversation continued on and on, its length leveling to the weight left by the absence of the other annoying blonde in her life.
As soon as their friendly discussion faded to blank, a thought abruptly lightened the dark spaces of her mind. A mass of blight squalled by her whole wall of emotions, causing the petals of cherry pink within her to dry up and wilt.
"Sakura-san, a-are you alright?"
Dead green spheres lightened into its usual brightness after being cornered by the undeniable concern given away by a pair of glassy pearl eyes.
"I-I'm alright. Sorry, I spaced out." She ended it briefly with a chuckle that failed to convince the Hyuuga.
Momentarily, there was a pregnant pause before Sakura settled on the decision narrowed down from her seamlessly moving thoughts. Digging her upper teeth into her bottom lip and wetting it afterwards, she managed to look straight into her company while saying, "Uh, Hinata... is there some kind of risk to the use of your Byakugan?"
And when her mind registered the uncivil way she had just constructed her thoughts, she immediately topped on what she had just said, "Sorry, it came out wrong." Closing her eyes, she let out a nervous laugh before looking down on her teacup with her eyes hinting what seemed like worry. "Uh, what I mean to say is... have you experienced cases wherein your eyes would hurt due to overuse?"
After a fraction of a second, Sakura landed her eyes on the navy blue haired woman, who was surprisingly worried instead of being offended. Knowing fully well that the pinkette was not comfortable about further questioning, she responded, "W-well, there was a time when I trained with the Byakugan too much and my eyes acted up."
Without any amount of hesitation, Sakura questioned her in an instant, "What happened?"
Taken aback by her unexpected determination, Hinata chose to silently let it pass. "Tsunade-sama personally came to diagnose me of my illness and it was then concluded that I was temporarily blind."
As trivial as it may seem, the heiress didn't fail to catch the way the Haruno leaned in closer when she had dropped the word "blind."
"What kind of treatment did she give you? Was there some sort of medicine?"
Shaking her head, Sakura inwardly sighed as Hinata frowningly replied, "There was a medicine but I don't remember the details. I don't think it's still here, too. S-sorry."
Sakura thought that her luck was rather thinning.
After the two kunoichis bade farewell to each other, the pinkette exited the Hyuuga manor and sauntered her way to the bare pathway, mentally weighing out the options regarding her next activity for the day.
She blew out a sigh of exasperation as she held onto the idea of training with Team 7 or eating with them at Ichiraku's. Despite the fact that her tongue and spicy food do not get along, it was a regular thing for them to eat ramen together. Naruto would devour more than three bowls of miso flavored ramen, Sai would smilingly offend him with blatant flattery about his table manners, Sasuke would just ignore them while minding on his own meal, and Kakashi-sensei would probably apologize to the owners regarding the behavior of the whole group after Sakura would gift the Jinchuuriki and the artist with a taste of her inhumane strength.
Her wheel of thoughts lazily churned to a stop as her line of sight met a pair of pearl filmed impassive eyes of the man who was generally walking towards her direction.
"Neji-san, it's been a while," she greeted the long and brown haired Hyuuga who was dressed in his usual attire rather than in his ANBU uniform.
He greeted her back with a smile and slightly lowered his head out of respect, acknowledging the presence of the kunoichi, "Sakura."
Although their relationship have never been closed to at least being friends, they were well-acquainted with each other, having experienced battles between life and death on past missions and they would often see one another at the library. A fact of insignificance, it was to them, but at least they had something.
Alert rang to her senses when the Byakugan user signaled her with a wave that he was going to resume walking past by her.
And then a sudden thought scratched the walls of her mind.
And Sakura, being Sakura, just had to relieve her brain, "Neji-san, uh, can I ask you something?"
The question that had escaped her lips and broken into his ears caused him to turn to her with impassive eyes yet raised eyebrows. The gesture was made clear to her that he wasn't in a hurry nor was he attending to anything of importance. "What is it?"
His rather conspicuous presence had always intimidated her, this fact being the sole reason as to why her eyes were glued to the floor as he questioned him, "Are there any diseases or illnesses that are accustomed to the use of the Byakugan?"
Just like with Shisui and Itachi, it was a gift of Neji to be able to see through someone else's intentions through the acts they put up with, however small one may be.
Sensing no harm nor any malicious intent, he calmed his slightly narrowing eyes, reliving what seemed like memories from the back of his mind. "I've never encountered anything but Hinata-sama has."
Realizing that what he was about to share was in relation to what her friend had said on her own accord, she questioned him out of curiosity mixed with a tiny speck of desperation, "What happened to her?"
The ANBU member fixed his intensely calm gaze on the ground, watching the sight of memories being played. Sakura could have sworn to Kami that the quick flash in his eyes resembled worry.
"Hinata-sama had overused her eyes and I was there, taking care of her. She became temporarily blind." Pausing, a new emotion surfaced onto his face, of which she couldn't make out anything from it other than the teeniest bit of embarrassment.
"I was there, silently watching her. She would occasionally experience blackouts," he admitted before laying a glance on her, not even missing the slight increase of width between her eyes.
The symptom matches with Shisui's cases wherein his sight would often dim and blacken, the kunoichi pondered in silence.
Looking at the Hyuuga expectantly for additional information especially since the most crucial part to her task were the pieces that would make up the cure, she asked him, unaware of her raising voice, "What was the treatment given by Tsunade-shishou?"
Mild surprise was hinted at his slightly raised eyebrows towards her knowledge of the Hyuuga heiress' case. After contemplating silently about the answer to the statement being pushed onto him, he responded, "She was forced to close her eyes for a week with a blindfold on. Tsunade-sama gave her a bottle of pills, although, I'm certain it had already been disposed right after Hinata-sama's recovery."
Being fully aware of the limit to his knowledge, Sakura curtly bowed towards his direction and waved her left hand back and forth. "Thank you. See you!"
"Aa," said Neji as he bowed respectfully towards the back of the eagerly skipping kunoichi.
The globe had partially rotated as the Sun was floating in the middle of the bluest of sights above the ever so peaceful village.
Such a day was marked full of temptations for the Godaime Hokage whose stress levels were rapid in its ascension even if it was rightful to say that it was still noon at the least.
Simply meaning that her dry mouth was in need of sake.
The sound of three knocks reverberated from the door and through the whole office. Sensing the familiar chakra signature, Tsunade perked up from her seat and ordered, "Enter!"
A blur of pink zoomed to reach her desk as soon as the door opened and as much as she thought that the sight of her prized apprentice would aid in her mental stress, the visit offered by the kunoichi who had just passionately run towards her somehow added more to her problems.
Or did she look like she had just run because of her mental stress? That was definitely the questionable case. From the perspective of the most talented medical ninja, her brain that was achingly exhausted couldn't quite match up to the pace of the movements of her surroundings. Damn that Jiraiya, he should have been the Hokage.
"Tsunade-shishou!" Sakura greeted with unexpected enthusiasm, dropping the formal tone she usually puts up around her. Either way, she was beginning to sound like her loudmouth of a teammate and surprisingly enough, it was an insignificant blessing in disguise.
"What is it, Sakura?" the Godaime Hokage descended her face back to the desk, laying her chin on the smooth surface of the wooden disk that was, much to her irritation, marked with scattered papers and folders that she was mostly unwilling to organize. She would have to call her righthand woman, along with her righthand pig.
The pinkette fastened both of her palms onto the front edges of her table, sticking out her head forwardly. "Shishou, can I have a sample of the medicine you gave to Hinata before?"
She didn't fail to catch how straightforward she talked to her, which was a character found outside her own self. Really, now? Did Naruto lecture her disciple to push her to act more like him? Her senses informed her that that was definitely not the case and that was a good thing.
Nevertheless, she was more than interested to crack into the walls that were concealing the seventeen year old kunoichi's intentions.
It took a few raising of pale golden eyebrows and pursing of hesitant lips to be able to abandon her work as the village leader for a moment and lead the passionately seeming girl to the storage of medical supplies next to the library.
As soon as the bottle of infused pills was located, Tsunade handed the medicine to her, testing out for her reaction in order to decode her muted purpose.
Musing over the determination sparkling in between Sakura's hard eyes that were attached on the bottle her hands were tightly gripping on, a hologram of a quiet and improved version of an obnoxiously stubborn Naruto found its way being lighted in her mind. Sasuke, eh?
"It's a different case for the Sharingan, though," Tsunade let out her pressing thoughts.
Sakura's shoulders jerked upwards for a fraction of a second as she was obviously taken aback by her master's surprisingly correct guess. And that was an understatement of her reaction.
A tinge of amuse layered over the sannin's face at the girl's antic way of voicing her intentions.
After both of the kunoichis' recovery, Sakura pointed her gaze to the floor with her face directed to the Hokage, marking her display of emotions with the evidence of her seriousness. "What's the difference in the ingredients, shishou? What about the treatment?"
It was an unforgettable knowledge of Sakura's that her master taught her that nothing was still found nor formulated for the cure of the blindness caused by the Sharingan, the main reason as to why she hadn't asked her directly for a medicine specifically created for that purpose.
The young adult in disguise relaxed her thin eyebrows after hearing her subordinate's questions, absorbing the words in order to fish out anything of significance from her room of ideas. As she closed her eyes and unfolded the creases on the corners, Sakura then knew the answers to her own questions.
"I haven't researched in that area yet due to the matters with the Akatsuki. I'm sorry, Sakura," Tsunade confessed to her out of sincerity. Instead of the expected disappointment, the colossus of a feeling within her was weighed down by the loss of hope. It was deteriorating through the deepest areas of her mind as she drowned in the fact that she couldn't just persuade her master either. With her teammate's life being succumbed into danger, she couldn't just grab and slam her selfish wishes into her shishou's occupied hands.
Her stare was lifted off of the ground as she felt a warm touch comforting her shoulder, "Have faith in yourself, Sakura."
And at the following second, the melting emerald in her eyes steeled into greener spheres that radiated with a new replacement for hopelessness: determination.
One week has passed since Sakura had examined the bottle of pills that her master had given her. She had listed out the ingredients of the medicine, distinguishing each with its contribution to the recovery of the cells of the overused eyes. Every pill was infused with mostly herbs that were only found outside the village. Each herb had its own purpose. Extracted from her research were the effects of the herbs. For example, one plant was to assist in the proper circulation of blood to the nervous system, harmed by syncope, which triggers blackouts.
She had discontinued her study on the medicine due to the lack of knowledge on the Sharingan. It then became her decision to study all about the Uchiha's renowned doujutsu.
Six days have passed.
Twelve hours per day were dedicated to her blisteringly rough task. It had been a regular activity of hers to visit the library and borrow more books that contain pieces of information on visual prowesses. On the third day, she had encountered the eighteen year old Hyuuga and silently, they read together, sharing the same table. Usually, it was her pale-skinned teammate who would be her company in the place. It was nice to be accompanied by another individual who shared the same hobby.
Konoha's hospital was her favorite place in the village before the library. An addition to her list would be her shishou's personal reading area that was full of medical sources. It was one of the places where she had evolved in, from the useless genin to the talented woman she was in the present.
In the Hokage tower's library would she dig through the tall shelves for books about the human eye, as well as information regarding doujutsu.
At one point, the possibility of gaining valuable data through a visit at the Uchiha shrine had crossed her mind but she ended scratching the ludicrous thought, since such an act would be a crime weighing as heavily as stealing the legendary book of scrolls.
Presently, she was flipping through aging pages that had discolored from light cream to brown.
Time seemed to crawl out of its usual pace as her head increased in weight as each pair of tick and tock rang to her deafened ears.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
After searching through more pages, with some torn, some folded, and thankfully, none ripped, her weary mind then settled on the decision to give in to her temptations of inhaling massive amounts of fresh air.
Sakura exited the Hokage's tower, allowing her skin to be splashed with the golden rays from the sky, along with the heat that was burning into it.
Her sluggish feet lazily sauntered through the dusty ground, occasionally bumping into rocks of small to medium sizes.
After clearing her exhausted mind, a familiar sensation crept up to her chest, something she had never felt for a long time, a certain chakra signature.
That was when she saw a flash of pale yellow through the crowd.
Running through a vivid blur of crimson and pink, she screamed even louder than what Inner Sakura could muster.
"Ino-pig!"
"And he had uniquely orange eyes! He was so handsome, I wish you could see him, Forehead," chattered Ino as she sliced her half-sized green tea flavored cake. Baby blue eyes dreamily sparkled towards nowhere in particular as a hand was used to rest her chin on.
Across the table sat the pink-haired kunoichi who literally rolled her eyes at her best friend's never changing personality. She had the freedom to show her emotions to her, rather than doing those gestures mentally.
"Temari and I chatted, too, you know, about Shikamaru," the Yamanaka added to her string of experiences from the mission.
Sakura's attempt to further ask her about the two's seemingly concealed relationship was abruptly stopped. "How about you, Sakura? How was life? Missed me?"
A look of disgust played on her face as she replied, "Not really. I trained and also enhanced my medical ninjutsu skills."
Blonde eyebrows met at hearing her response. "That's how boring life was without me? Forehead, I thought you had the guts to take on my suitors with my absence as an advantage."
"Tch. I know better, Pig."
"You're the same as always. Still loyal to Sasuke-kun, eh?" the blonde sneered.
As tinges of red streaked over her cheeks, she exclaimed, "Shut up, Ino!" She continued in an attempt to switch the topic, "You're head over heels about Sai yourself, you hypocrite."
The expected reaction from her rival turned best friend would be an uneasy looking blush but instead, turquoise spheres lowered down its gaze as a frown crept up to her stained lips.
Extending the concern to the woman by hinting it through her emotions, Sakura asked, "Oi, what's the matter?"
Hesitantly had her former enemy explained, "He's not interested. H-he made it clear."
The pinkette frowned at her statement. She knew Sai more than any female had. Her annoyingly blunt of a friend's emotions were messed up and even the most basic expressions couldn't be delivered well to whoever was the recipient. She knew even that. After all, the library was a common favorite place of theirs and she couldn't help but peek on the titles of the books he would usually pick. The fact that he studies about the human emotions saddens her as a dear friend of his.
"Maybe you should be straightfoward. Sai can't easily understand things like that. Ask him out on a date or something," Sakura said to her with the utmost care she could possibly offer.
The disappointment on her display of emotions transitioned into what looked like mischief. "I have a date coming up with a suitor of mine, Forehead. We're going to Konoha's spring festival together."
"Eh? What about Sai?"
"Sai's on a mission. Besides, it's just a friendly date."
"Really?"
Mischief shifted to excitement as Ino exclaimed, "Oi, you should come, too! Like a double date!"
Leaf green eyes increased in width as Sakura practically yelled, "No way!"
The word "annoyance" was written all over her best friend's face but it was erased and replaced with a sly look. "You will come, all right."
"Not interested."
"Have a date by then."
"Like hell I will."
"Oh, maybe you won't."
Baby blue eyes narrowed with a mischievous glint sparkling over. Emerald eyes seethed in a desperate grasp for triumph.
And at Ino's next statement, Sakura wished Kami planned to take her life and have her devoured by the Earth.
"Maybe I will."
Shannaro! Damn that pig!
Inner Sakura was furiously blowing fist-sized holes on an imaginary dummy of a certain blonde.
Blowing a heavy sigh to the wind of the eve, her feet resumed in its trip to her apartment complex.
Sure, she was silently rejoicing over the arrival of her best friend but that happiness cracked into shards after she had just been blackmailed into choosing a date to bring to the spring festival. Every single time had she tried to break into the walls of her brain and fish out some memory wherein she had committed a crime of blasphemy that held consequences like Kami distorting her peaceful life into a life that made her lose the will to live.
As another sigh of exasperation had escaped her lips, she lifted her chin in order to align her sight to the gleaming dots, contrasting the darkness of the sky. Had her mind been cleared of succumbing thoughts, she would have enjoyed more of the pleasantly painted view atop her. The light emitted by every star was, to her, a beacon overpowering the infinitely vast view of dead black, no matter how small it looked from her position.
A mass of wind bumped against the skin of her face, lifting up the tresses of her exotically pink hair. Closing her eyes, she reminisced through every single memory that had happened to challenge her and thought to herself, The wind is so strong... but not strong enough.
And in the utterly next unpredictable moment, the wind zoomed through her with speed as formidable as the traveling light.
And as she opened her eyes, the darkness of the surrounding shadows greeted her, along with the darkness of someone else's eyes.
"Sh-Shisui...?"
Yes, I told you it was boring! But I did make up for it a little in the next chapter. Hehehe, chapter 9 is still being written and that's what you're all going to look forward to. At least that's what I think.
By the way, thank you for the favorites, follows, and especially the reviews! The reviews especially got me working back on it. One review can actually cure the writer's block.
Favorite, follow, and review! Constructive criticism is welcomed.
I noticed that my Instagram account didn't appear from the previous chapters but I think that was because I placed the "at" sign. Anyways, my Naruto fan account is: uchihassakura (with a . between uchiha and ssakura bc it won't appear if I put it correctly).
I follow back, btw!