Disclaimer: Yass, boring chapter that was, I know. I'm kinda struggling with my writing style so I'm reading a lot to explore lol.
Sorry to those who've read this early. When it was released, it was in codes but I fixed it already.
I don't know which between Masashi Kishimoto and me owns Naruto. But I do know that the latter doesn't.
A turn into a dark alley didn't serve as a shortcut to Sakura's apartment complex, nor did it serve as an extra path to her address either. This being said, the thoughts clouding mind of the man who brought her to the said place were, although questionable, hidden only for her to fathom.
The sky of the evening rained its own dimness over the vast view of the village. Even in the absence of the itinerant wind, the breathless air infected a cold slivering touch against whatever it encountered still, with her shadowed skin treated not as an exception.
Enveloped by black phantoms lurking from the roots of the surrounding tall buildings were two bodied figures, of which one was lightly shoved against a roughly cemented wall, the dead end of the alleyway, due to the balance being challenged by a pair of disoriented feet.
"Sh-Shisui...?"
Stupefied eyes were the remaining evidence of Sakura's indifference towards her dignity, dignity as a woman who occasionally tried to prove that she could flawlessly mask her emotions.
A meter apart from her stood the tall Uchiha who wore a high-collared black shirt paired with black ninja pants.
And the most utterly, utterly unexpected trigger to her added surprise was the playful smirk casted on his lips. "Miss me?"
Raised lines of pink sank down to near her eyes as she fumed over his act of teleporting her along with him to the alley. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Figured that it would catch your attention if I greeted you with a surprise."
Had it been another teleportation user, she would not have avoided the temptation to be lured by the expected reaction coming from such an unexpected attack, which was surprise itself. On several different occasions had Shisui attempted to start a conversation with her with his own ways in his own different league. That simply meant that one way, and an abused one of that, for him to start a conversation with her was to suddenly appear from thin air and catch her epic expression of the so-called word surprise. Contrary to the former thought, she had slightly adjusted to his sudden appearances and that was most likely an overstatement.
"After a whole lot of attempts to corner me with your teleportation skills, you have only figured that now?"
Effortlessly, he took a step back as he bit into his bottom lip and disheveled his hair with his fingers. "Exactly."
It was supposedly her turn to throw her intelligent remarks at his face but his interruption held her back from doing so, "After a whole lot of attempts, you still don't get what I'm trying to do?"
"E-eh?" was the only thing her tongue could roll off of its tip. Blood circulated through her flaming cheeks as she grasped onto the collar near her chest with her right hand. Sakura wasn't entirely stupid. She had an idea to answer the question that had far too long lingered inside of her mind. But she failed to see that there was anything, rather, she succeeded to fully see that there was nothing about her that could possibly spark up his interests. And for the reason that she wasn't entirely stupid, it became a natural decision to her that she mustn't dwell too long on the foreign idea for drowning in assumptions never gave birth to good things. "Sasuke" taught her this lesson when he had "attempted" to kiss her back when their genin squad was formed.
Her line of sight drew to her rightmost side, running away from the pair of charcoal spheres that seemed to deviously glint against the lightless walls.
"N-never mind that. What do you want?" she questioned him further, trying to decode his mysteriously looking face.
A pregnant pause halted their conversation to a temporary end as the Uchiha was delving into his own moment of contemplation with his dead blank eyes impassively boring right through her own that was fixed to her side.
"Just came to greet you, really," he shrugged as he replied.
Greet? In the most humanly way, a greeting to a dear friend or an acquaintance was defined as being simply confronted with a wave or a smile or through words that most certainly need not exceed a sentence. Even the person who was the most terrible on handling issues involving emotions should learn the basics and the most appropriate way to greet someone else. Hell, even a certain person on her team could even greet with a more decent one compared to a greeting that involved the use of teleportation techniques to dark and lonely alleys.
"Greet? You could've just approached me like a normal human being!" in vehemence had she exclaimed to the sight of him, meeting his gaze.
He landed a step forward, drawing himself nearer to her body. Yet, Sakura had been through with his attempts to corner her all the time like she was some little girl who was so helplessly in need of other people to stand up and protect her, like she was her genin self.
And so she stilled her body, waiting for him to close their distance without any amount of hesitation. Maybe a little. After all, Shisui never failed to uplift her from her strongly built facade.
With his height advantage, he eyed down at her quite knowingly, searching through every feature that was detailed as if it was for him to solve. Her eyes were silently seething at his act and her lips' pursing was concealed with her thick mask, of which he was more than intrigued to break through.
And that was when he cut the act, as if something snapped beneath his eyes, as if a sudden realization shrouded him.
Abruptly had he made a complete turn, away from her and then he chose to amble through the narrow street. His right hand was lazily raised in an attempt to voice his farewell to her.
Sakura couldn't quite unlock the chest that housed whatever it had in store for her and only for her to discover. Not a single idea popped up inside her bright of a mind that could match up to his sudden act and an unexpected one of that.
Electrified through her thick skull was the memory of one of the conditions that her annoying rival turned best friend had set when she had blackmailed her into bringing a date for the village spring festival.
The deadline of what Ino had proclaimed as the confirmation of the existence of her future date was tomorrow, despite the fact that the festival was distanced five nights away.
On the brighter side of the matter, such an urgency only meant that her friend was running out of men that would come to her balcony to secretly serenade to her and that difficulty would greet her if she had the time to bother looking for a testosterone-powered man just for someone who was at the very least, uninterested.
As the size of the man's body decreased just as the distance in between them increased, Sakura had to raise her voice and risk the chances of it becoming raspy. And that was probably being exaggerated. Nonetheless, anyone who'd prefer not to receive a taste of her brute strength would have to shut the hell up about the matter and blame it on her weariness from working her ass off for the day.
"Oi!" she called out to him. The red and white emblem carved onto his back could still be seen from her perspective. He lazed in his walking till dimmed tracks were discontinued. As he partially twisted his figure to get a good view of her, it couldn't be avoided on her part to mentally debate over the annoyingly truthful fact that he was the good view. With the blended shadows of the tall buildings contrasting against his fairly white skin and the insignificant gleam on his right eye that was facing her, Inner Sakura secretly renamed her address from "Sasuke Fan Club" to "Uchiha Fan Club."
The silence occurring at the lightless alley was eerie, though it may seem as important as a speck to him. But what their senses had in common was that the pause was supposed to be followed with her say.
"U-umm, what you s-said... , uh," managed the stuttering lips of hers. In the rapid aversion of her gaze to the different directions had the prodigy regarded the conclusion that she was looking at anywhere else but him. And profoundly enough, that was synonymous to the obvious prediction that whatever she was going to proclaim to him at that very moment made her feel very uneasy.
Soon enough, he effortlessly strolled his way out to her, with his face seemingly unsusceptible to emotion as he had gained the insight that it would take her a serious look from him in order to compose her thoughts and deliver them well.
"What?" Shisui patiently uttered.
Much to his disappointment, his act of closing of their distance only influenced the kunoichi to show more signs of being uneasier, through the even more rapid movements of her eyes and the resting of her right hand against her chest.
And the stutters and stammers went on.
"Umm... what you said, you could..."
The next move he committed was not caused by a thinning patience but rather, a growing concern and the subtlest hint of curiosity.
He lightly fastened both of his palms to her shoulders.
And much to his dismay and much more to his surprise, the pinkette felt even more unstable, breaking into an emotion that was not likely familiar to the Uchiha. It had been another face added to her vulnerable side and the alien expression struck him, leaving him to confound briefly with astonishment.
Uchiha Shisui was the type of man who had the eye that could see right through another.
But Haruno Sakura was the only woman whom his eyes were blinded from.
She was a puzzle, a safely locked chest of profound mysteries he could not quite lay a finger on yet, just yet.
He couldn't decode the beautiful mask that she was wearing and somehow, it left him yearning for more chances to break through it, more opportunities to see right through it, and simply, simply enough, it left him desiring more of her.
As he dropped his arms from her petite form, Sakura reenacted her habit of tucking a loosely resting lock of pink strands beneath her left ear. The subtle act caused the insides of the twenty-one year old prodigy to feel somewhat... stirred.
Again, he questioned her, "What?"
And at that time, an idea of its own brilliance lighted up in his head.
Sakura was currently pursing her lips, constructing her disarrayed thoughts into one sentence, one question. Yet, she found it impossible to do so. It was a stubbornly arduous challenge, even though a self-proclamation of her ideal hobby being solving challenges kind of mixed in with the impressions of the people surrounding her.
Shisui seemingly attempted to close their distance once more with one step but that prediction was dissolved as her face was greeted with the brightly colored crest of his renowned clan.
As his structured figure traversed through the narrow pathway to the street, Sakura was convinced that in no way was she going to let him loose and get ahead of himself at her expense, without even bothering to let her finish.
"Oi, Shisui! You haven't heard me yet."
In a half of a second, murderously had she stomped in her tracks to the obscuring shape and with the almighty strength and a brutal one of hers had she gripped onto the raised collar on his neck, dragging his face nearer to her own.
His formed body was still tightly firm on the ground but his head was slightly bended down to level with her face. The kunoichi's exhibit of emotions was goaded with an expression of turbulence. The ebony-haired man was peacefully marking his lips with a smirk as he faced the fruits of his successful idea.
Onyx and emerald.
Sakura narrowed her eyes scornfully over the uneasiness melting inside of her, stammering, "You should... you should..."
In the abruptest way, her gloved hand harshly released the grip on the black fabric as she furiously snapped, "Shannaro! You should go with me to the festival!"
Instantaneously, she averted her head to the right, pulling away from his face.
Backing away with one foot, Sakura prepared herself with whatever reaction he was making. Whether he was going to take lightly of her petty attempt or take pity at her expense, either way, it raised her nervousness and embarrassment levels, attempting to bang into an explosion.
With eyes shut and creases being folded atop her wide forehead, she took another step back as blood gushed beneath her cheeks. Deeming the long silence as a giveaway of his seriousness, she inwardly weighed the chances of the pause being surprise or a take-pity.
Realization of the way she had constructed her purpose actualized and so she immediately added a layer to it, "I mean, will you go with me to the festival?"
Sakura's eyes were still escaping from the sight of him and it didn't help that the silence was getting thicker and heavier by the minute. Instincts told her that she should attempt to lighten up the mood. Wholly facing towards his direction with eyes pridefully shut, she proclaimed to him, "It's an invitation. Although I prefer if you don't accept-"
"I accept."
What the hell?
"E-eh? What?" stammered the kunoichi again as she diverted her gaze to the Uchiha, whose face was pulling out a seemingly devious smirk. She didn't entirely expect his acceptance of the forced offer but on the contrary, she wasn't yearning for a refusal either. She might as well go with an annoyingly good-looking Uchiha with annoyingly beautiful eyelashes rather than spend the festival night with a Kami-knows-what kind of stranger.
"Didn't expect you to confess so early, Sakura-chan," Shisui teased as he bit down into his lip, a habitual act of his that the pinkette found so oddly tempting.
"Wasn't planning, you idiot, " Sakura huffed out as she trudged around and past by his body, resuming in her very much awaited trip to her apartment complex. She was pretty much convinced that a dead end didn't have any pathway in store for her to reach her address. Damn teleportation technique. Damn Uchiha.
"I'll walk you home, kouhai," the deep voice called out to her from behind as Shisui caught up to her side without exerting a bit of effort.
K-kouhai?
She rolled her eyes. As flatly as her current tone could deliver, she responded with the utmost straightforwardness, "No."
And contrary to her previous rejection, he ignored her response and took an idle stroll with her throughout the thin path and to the main street. Although his stubbornness plucked out her attention, she simply could care less about the matter.
They took the shortcut to the destination, passing through the ramen stand wherein she would always see Naruto. Sometimes, the members of Team 7 would even find time to dine together, slurping the finely made noodles dipped in a soup that was rained with a variety of spices. Occasionally, she would delve into the theory that half of her male best friend was consisted of ramen. From a medical perspective, she knew so well that he was cutting his lifespan by consuming the spicy food three times a day. Hopefully, the Kyuubi would realize that its end would depend on Naruto's and that it needed to feed him with loads of inhumane energy if it wanted to avoid death by ramen.
The noise enclosing the walking pair directed Sakura's line of sight to her company since silence had been their only thread of conversation ever since they had taken off from the alley. Much to her surprise, it didn't bother her nor did it raise her anxiety levels over the need to bring up a topic. She didn't regard the quietness as something so awkward, instead, it was rather comforting.
She laid subtle glances on him, mentally listing down every small detail of what he was doing. Shisui's eyes were blankly boring into the night sky as if he was enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the village. Her glances turned into a curious stare as her line of sight diverted to the females that would pass by them, eyeing the famous man in awe and muted desperation from the hidden desire to make an approach.
She was taken aback when a question had risen up to the air, "Why are you smirking?"
Big and round circles replaced her passive eyes as she digested the question. Was she even smirking? Or did she unconsciously mask her face with that stupid kind of an expression?
Instantly, she turned to Shisui, who had stopped walking, influencing her feet to end their tracks as well. He eyed her quite curiously and sure enough, she didn't favor the idea of him being able to see right through her.
In an attempt to defend herself, she asked him back, "Why would I smirk?"
"That's what I'm asking," he answered ever so effortlessly, coolly surveying her annoyed expression, much to her added annoyance.
The urge to tell him off, to tell him to stop looking at her, was rising its own mountains inside her mind, as if she was about to burst into a whole statement with exclamation points.
After a long pause between the two who were both standing in the middle of the streets, the kunoichi decided to stuff her nagging and save it for another time of heightened irritation. Researching about the Sharingan and the human eye had depressed her energy levels and slamming out her inner demon's yells into the man with her was definitely not worth the stamina left within her tiny vessel.
And it so happened that the thought produced another set of thoughts which had stimulated her awareness of the existence of the prodigy.
Sakura had to delve farther into their clan's doujutsu, as well as the cure to the rare blindness, but she had succeeded doing so while still preventing him from knowing because he was away on a mission during those days.
And now, he's back even though it had roughly been just a week.
Stupid abilities, she inwardly muttered.
How the hell is she going to resume studying while still avoiding the fact about her activities to reach to his knowledge? And for Kami's sake, it just so happens that he prefers to dedicate the time of the day to countless hours of bothering her. Not to mention that he was also a former ANBU captain, which is quite synonymous to the fact that his remarkableness for information gathering is recognized by the Konohagakure population.
"Sasuke!"
Abruptly had the mentally wandering pinkette snapped back to reality and switched her gaze from side to side, curtly surveying every direction. "Wh-where?!"
As soon as she quickly directed her sight to the twenty-one year old man, the realization that her efforts to search for the Uchiha in question being futile stubbornly groped onto her senses, for Shisui, who was an extremely kind person in the eyes of his clan mates, was biting his lip quite slyly as if he was holding back a fit of laughter.
"You lying jerk!" Sakura angrily boomed as she concentrated her chakra into her clenched fists and swung her arm straight into his laughing face being the target.
Much to her dismay, much to her annoyance, and much to her disappointment, Shisui had effortlessly sidestepped to the right to dodge the deadly blow.
"Shannaro, you piss me off!" she yelled through gritted teeth as her body regained its normal balance. Swooping along with the direction of the light night wind, her right arm focused on its target: Shisui's face.
Unfortunately for her futile efforts that were probably assisted by her lack of chakra and stamina, the ebony-haired man had tightly gripped on her used forearm, effectively blocking the blow.
His obsidian eyes were silently telling him that she was locking her lips together, blocking the way of escape of the series of pants and shortened breaths.
Amidst the sea of innocently passing civilians, some shinobi, the sole spotlighted attraction was the sight of the silently fighting kunoichi standing before him, every eye glaring out to him a beacon of determination. Even if the recent attack was born from a situation of insignificance.
Sakura had to pray to the very much detested Kami that the desperate inhaling and exhaling through her nostrils were silent enough to fit the standards of her pride.
Letting go of the grip on her right forearm, Shisui impassively ordered with the effortless hinting of authority in his tone, "Follow me."
Surprise etched through the once seething eyes as she pondered the new concept she had just encountered. He's turning more into an Uchiha.
And what surprised her even more was the odd willingness inside of her to walk in his path to whatever destination had been planted on his mind at the last second.
Silently cursing herself for allowing herself to be defeated and even more, be controlled, she just then noticed that they had made a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn and had strolled through the fresh footprints that they had planted on the street earlier.
Sakura's line of sight followed the direction of Shisui's traveling body.
They were going to eat at Ichiraku's ramen stand.
Did he notice her staring at it earlier? Did he somehow sense that she missed the bright and vivid pictures of her and her beloved team together at the ramen stand?
An odd feeling coursed through her insides, propelling whatever had long been stilled by the loneliness without her dear friends.
Although she would never in her whole life admit it, it felt... warm.
Sakura's fingers slid across the dusty paper as her eyes followed the line of words and the squares of images.
"What does he look like, Forehead?" the high-pitched voice rang beside her newly disturbed ears as she shut her lids down and rubbed her temples with her hands hinting a glow of green.
Ignoring the annoying blonde companion wouldn't do her any good, specifically, it wouldn't put an end to her rambling questiond that were plainly fruits of boredom, that was also plainly a fruit of her stubbornness.
After all, was she to blame for Ino's insistence on keeping her company during a crucial hour that was supposedly dedicated to filling the profound voids of confusion regarding the Uchiha doujutsu?
A part of her scolded her, lashing out at her senses with the excuse that she wasn't strict enough to decline the offer of her bored friend. Still, the other half comforted her with the idea that several weeks of her best friend's absence needed to be filled in with more girly dates and hangouts.
And of course, that obligation was entirely different to the secret obligation of hers to assist in the recovery of the presumed impairment of a certain Uchiha's sense of sight. Their chatters about their sweethearts and gossips could be saved for a later hour, anyway.
It has already been two hours and Sakura has already closed one book from its last page and that would mean that she needed only another to study on for the day's goal. The scrolls were a separate case, though.
For the past one hundred and twenty minutes, her company would allow noisy ramblings roll off of the tip of her tongue and she was just there to pay no heed to her attempts to uplift her from the growing boredom. There was one time, though, when Ino had squealed in excitement over the upcoming fireworks show during the festival and that was probably the only moment when the pinkette's eyes lit up to a greener shade in interest.
Ino would throw her own questions about Sakura's promised date since she had told her earlier that she needed not to pluck one from her suitors to fill in the place, confirming the existence of her festival male company.
However, that was not enough to satisfy the Yamanaka. Sakura would also admit that she would feel the same irritation if she was in her shoes, having only told that the need for the other party to look for a willing male was unnecessary. After all, she hadn't even told her his name and his general background. The pig needed at least an idea of him.
"Is he handsome? Is he tall? Is he a shinobi?" Ino pressed on the matter further. The pink-haired kunoichi remained calm as she opened a scroll to its full length, intending to silence the blonde with silence itself.
"Could he match up to Sasuke-kun's league?"
The question stirred her insides, almost as if the digested pieces of information from her study were disturbed as well. Her room of thoughts washed away all the images of red and black eyes and presented a hologram of two raven-haired Uchihas with obsidian eyes, although one was taller.
Sure enough, she could admit to herself that both were extremely good-looking in their own ways, to the point that it unhealthily aroused the sexual urges of the majority of the female population of Konoha and even outside the village.
In terms of the ability part, it was a question with a clear answer. Shisui was stronger and more skilled than Sasuke, despite his condition. Hell, he was in the same level as Uchiha Itachi. But that sole information did not mean that Sasuke wasn't close.
And in a personality-wise view, her mind had to go through obstacles of headaches in order to narrow down into one conclusion. Although that was not entirely possible at the moment, she had an idea or two. Sasuke wasn't exactly the kindest person and that was not something she could only observe, but then again, he had his ups and downs. He was a loyal comrade and a family-oriented person. He was strong-willed and he did have his own moments of sweetness, however rare they may be.
On the other hand, Shisui was still someone she couldn't quite figure out. Her first impression of her was of him being a respectable and respectful man but that all subsided as he called her with an annoyingly childish honorific.
She didn't know why the hell he still kept on approaching her, rather in the bluntest way, using his body flicker and teleportation techniques to surprise and corner her. There was one possible answer to the question but she thought differently about it actualizing into a possibility. What was his deal, really?
"Oi, Sakura, focus on your research, will you? You spaced out!" the high-pitched voice levered down her pile of thoughts to a pit.
Sakura noisily snorted at the hypocritical statement expressed by her friend. "Well, why don't you actually realize that this is a library?!"
The relief from lashing out was followed with the shushing of the librarians busily reading nearby. Massaging her temples again, she finally faced the attention-seeking woman.
"Finally, you talked to me, Forehead," Ino cheerily snickered, quiet enough to fit the standards of the watchers, rather, listeners surrounding them.
"Okay, I'm not going to say his name but I'm going to describe him anyway," the pinkette grouchily said.
"You're no fun," the other woman replied, although she couldn't deny the fact that she was inwardly squealing in excitement to finally hear details other than the confirmation of the unknown man's existence.
Sakura continued on anyway, "He has messy black hair, black eyes, uh, long eyelashes, yep, definitely long eyelashes." She paused for a moment, reflecting over her queered attempt to mask her admiration before she resumed. "Uhm, former ANBU, smart, yes, but extremely annoying."
"Sounds hot," the blonde remarked. "I mean, if he's an ANBU, then that's definitely a turn on."
"Former ANBU," Sakura corrected.
Ino mused over the repeated detail, frowning afterwards. "Former? No one's like that in our age group. Another village, perhaps?"
Sakura resisted the urge to tell her that that was impossible because she had been staying in the village for consecutive periods and that the Yamanaka could conclude that because she was also wary of the old-fashioned bird messaging way not being her type. Telling her such would not only be rude of her, but she would also be deemed arrogant.
"Nope, he's uh, twenty-one," she murmured, silently proud of her impressive memory from scanning his data back when she had examined him.
"I envy you! You get to have cool matured men while I'm stuck with a civilian of the same age," replied the blonde as she slammed her chin onto her palms. Sakura didn't fail to catch the use of the word "matured" instead of "mature." Mentally wrinkling her nose in disgust, she hid the fact that she was proud of that feature of Shisui as well.
"By the way, is Hinata coming tomorrow?" the pink-haired kunoichi asked, to which the loudmouthed woman countered irritatedly, "She's on a mission. What's with you? You're totally absorbed with this research thing."
It was true.
Sakura felt that she was obliged to create the cure to Shisui's condition, not only because no one dared to do so, but if she had to come up with some kind of an excuse, her mind would always project the idea of the reason being a personal thing.
That being said, she was totally throwing away precious minutes intended for studying over timely conversation.
Another hour flew by and thankfully enough, there was none left for her to read for the day. Sakura uncapped her pen and flipped the written pages of her pad paper over until an empty sheet of paper met her expectant eyes. She jotted down the newly digested information into organized bulleted points and tables.
While writing, as well as ignoring the complaints of the whining woman beside her, she delved into her own space of contemplation.
What is the difference between the Byakugan and the Sharingan? From what she had researched, the former wasn't intended for genjutsu techniques while the latter was, since it was connected to the spirit energy of a shinobi's system, also because the thoughts of a person served as the foundation of the desired illusion to cast.
What about Sasuke's Amaterasu, that caused his eyes to bleed and his body to black out? Sakura continued to dwell on the countering question, trying to remember the facts she had absorbed from the countless hours of studying. She concluded that the blackout was linked to the strain on one part of the brain and that Sasuke wasn't visually impaired because he knew when to use his eyes but then again, those were what she had known way back when she had studied for the cure. She had not found anything yet to oppose to the achingly significant concept.
Her weary eyes that voiced out her ascending stress skidded to the shifting woman beside her. Realization dawned onto her that maybe her company wouldn't just be of annoyance.
"Ino, does your clan have drugs for mental relief?" she asked, causing the blonde to jerk up in interest after three straight hours of talking to herself. Wary of the question being linked to her study, she responded with a long chain of chemical names that were foreign to her. Quite frankly, Sakura was surprised that she had memorized such and that surprise was replaced by guilt for forgetting that she was the heiress to the Yamanaka clan and that she was a medical ninja as well.
"These chemicals each serve their own purpose. Our jutsus often abuse certain sections of the brain and there's a chemical intended for each specific section," Ino added.
Sakura remembered when she had healed her teammate, Sasuke, due to the temporary impairment of his eyes. She had looked into the matter and found out that it was linked to the rear portion of the skull, the occipital lobe, since it was a region that receives input from the retina of the eye.
"What's the chemical for the occipital area?" she questioned, greatly satisfied with the direction of her thoughts and their conversation.
"Vicorcyllin."
The same chemical ingredient found in the medicine for the Byakugan, Sakura thought. That was the main similarity between the two doujutsus and the missing piece was what distinguishes the Sharingan.
Forcing out the juices from her efforts, she racked her brain until she realized that the genjutsu by the Sharingan was linked to rhythm, holistic awareness, creative thinking, spatial awareness, and even dreams.
That was what made the difference.
"What about the whole right hemisphere of the brain?" she leaned over to her friend, curiously eager for her answer.
"Well, there are a whole lot, but I can list them for you," Ino replied, puzzled by the extent of her will to push the subject.
Sakura heaved a sigh of relief and a heavy one of that as she finally trudged to the path to the discovery of the cure.
"Uh, Forehead, just to inform you, while these chemicals are separately available in our labs in vials, a single drop is highly expensive. This is to prevent our secrets and weaknesses from being taken advantage of by outsiders ," the Yamanaka hesitantly added. "Even Tsunade-sama needs the chemicals for pharmacy use but since she's the Hokage, she can trade the vials for A-rank missions that our clan wants to pass onto the others."
Sakura knew Ino meant that her clan intended to accomplish tasks and dissolve issues important and affecting the future of their clan, while letting other people be dirtied for the work so as to avoid leaking out the secrets to their histories and techniques.
It was a short circuit but nevertheless, Sakura was more than willing to pursue the path she had strained her body and system for, even if the path was filled with layers of obstacles.
She was going to request for a mission from the Hokage, an A-rank mission that would serve the Yamanaka clan.
She was willing to trade her life for those important vials.
She was willing to trade her life for someone else's.
"Forehead, I know what you're planning but you still got a date tomorrow!" Ino plucked her out from her sea of thoughts, snapping her back to a reality of unfinished notes and disarranged piles of books.
After a moment of clearing her crowded head, Sakura graciously beamed as she stood up on the chair and let loose the scream that her inner demon had just rang, "Yosh! SHANNARO!"
And of course, it was rather unsurprising for an act to cause the two kunoichis to be kicked out of the library.
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