-Just a note that if you see () with words in them that they are just a type of Sakura's thoughts. Trying something new

Year two, Month seven, Day eleven

I hummed quietly as my eyes skimmed over the texted from The Basics Of Trap-setting, it was interesting for sure but I was nearly done with it and all the book went on about was what you would need for making said traps or how setting traps took time and the fact that in a mission you may not have time; along with a few other things like that. Which again interesting but not what I was hoping for, any traps that the book did show you was either meant for catching food or too simple that anything above a Genin would see though it.

As I read the last bit of the texted, a thought came to mind. Throughout the book it kept mentioning how most traps required ninja wire, which ok understandable, but what about chakra strings?! You wouldn't need to keep ninja wire on you which would leave more room in your pouches and since you always have chakra on you; theoretically you don't need to worry about running out of wire.

Ah, but I don't believe that the chakra strings can leave your fingers (Tips? Tops? Pads? Something to ponder about later) once activated which means it wouldn't be useful for distance traps. But since it is primarily used to control long-to-medium distance puppets, therefore connecting it self to the puppets which is then connected to you to control, why couldn't it be used to connect to your surroundings so you can than control it? By connecting the chakra strings to various points in your surroundings you can, than in theory create a type of 'death' trap.

Because if my memory serves me right, and it usually does, then you can sharpen chakra as seen with chakra scalpel for Med-Nin's jutsu. Besides the fact that I wouldn't really know how to sharpen chakra, I can still make an assumption that one can sharpen chakra stings to do the same as the chakra scalpel, just on a more murder-y scale.

A grin spread its way on my face before promptly falling, while I'm glad that I found a way around the lack of useful traps (For Genin anyway) the thought of using an actual 'death' trap made my stomach squelched. Maybe I should just discard the idea all together? But it would be so useful if utilized right even if it would cause serious harm like the removal of body parts. A bloody image of what I just thought whizzed past my brain in vivid detail causing my stomach to want do more than just squelch with discomfort and nausea.

Slipping a free and to my mouth I swiftly rolled of my bed, dropping the book as I did; after all there was no need to cover a book in puke and made a mad dash to the bath room. Spotting the bathroom door in no time at all I hastily pushed the door open and went to the toilet to empty the contents of my stomach with one or two quick retches.

Opening my eyes (god when did I close them?) I stared at the vomit fill water and felt my stomach give another heavy, making me want to gag. With one prompted flick of my wrist the disgusting watery vomit went down the toilet with a loud thunk and swoosh, groaning I slumped down to the cold tiled floor. Perhaps I should invest some of my, lacking, spare time in the library searching for Fūinjutsu? I believed it was called? Or just the Sealing Arts I suppose. I could use the seal as a type of anchor that way I would be able to make something so people would unable to move when in the seals diagram.

(How I'm I going to achieve anything? Oh god, I'm doomimdoomimdoomdoom)

Biting my lips as I tried not to sigh, something I have seem to be doing more and more lately, at my situation and attempted to push my weak feeling body of the ground. With not even an inch off the ground my arms collapsed underneath me, making my head hit the ground and my arms now pinned uncomfortably beneath me.

Now I didn't even try to stop myself from sighing, although it did sound more like a confusing mix between a groan and hiss; something I refused to think anymore about for the sake of my poor pounding head.

As I wiggled on the ground in the hopes of unpinning my arms, which was starting to hurt fast, I soon came upon the realization that I was stuck. Dumbly I stared at the wall as if it would somehow grow a pare of legs, arms, and eyes to help me of the ground; uttering nothing but words of kindness at my limp and pitiful body. Unfortunately, or fortunately really, the wall didn't grow anything and just stayed there doing nothing but holding wet towels as I, too, stay where I was doing basically nothing.

I sighed once more, pondering my very limited choices at what do. I could yell for my caregivers in hopes for help but I would rather not deal with their questions and attitudes, not to mention I could possibly wake up the neighbors and they haven't done anything to me to warrant such a rude wake up call. But I could also get wiggle my way back to my, still ugly pink, room and somehow get back on my bed to sleep, that choice leaves me cringing since my room was upstairs and I was downstairs; therefore mostly leaving bruises on my already sore bruises and I wasn't in the mood for more pain; thank you very much. Which leaves me with the last choice of not going anywhere and just sleeping on the tiled floor, with puke smelling hair, pinned arms and all.

Mentally weighing options, none good but none even ok, I finally decided on just not moving and sleeping in front of the toilet. Which isn't really ideal but I would probably sleep in even worse conditions when or if I became a shinobi. Blinking once or twice as I wiggled around trying to get comfortable I eventually gave up and closed my eyes, ignoring the growing discomfort in my arms. My lips twitched upwards though at the thought of one of the caregivers stumbling upon me in a sleep induced haze and screaming.

Year two, Month seven, Day twenty

I suppressed a giddy smile as I opened the library doors, finally I had some spare time. 'Er, I kind of had spare time, would be better suited I suppose' I thought to myself as the few people here gave me a ugly looks, which to be fair was understandable; I was covered with dirt, sweat, and dried blood. I probably smelt horrendous and had no right to be in the library with the way I smelt and looked, but after the training session with Hinata and then my grandfather the want for some sort of normality reared it's ugly head and before I knew it I was inside the cool library.

Shrugging my shoulder lightly I made my way past the other people and to the back of the library where most the hidden jems were. Especially since the library didn't have a steady librarian and so far every substitute had no idea what to do with the older books or scrolls go besides shoving them all in the back; which meant that I could have a chance to read something higher in my status of a clanless Academy Student.

Running my hands on assortment of scrolls and books, my eyes clocked every title and skipped over the ones that didn't have what I needed but I slipped a small reminder inside my mental files as my brain chanted names of books we needed to find.

"Fūinjutsu, Chakra Sensing, Medical, Fūinjutsu, Chakra Sensing, Medical, FūinjutsuChakraSensingMedical." I repeated out loud, softly. Slowly my words started jumbling together until they where one and the same, but it was doing its job and keeping me on track; seeing as I could stay in here for days.

Unfortunately I had homework that needed to get done and Grandfather's threatened to up my laps around Konoha if I started slacking off in the homework department. My poor body cried in protest at the thought of more work, so I was left to quickly skim books titles.

As my eyes started to skim the books even faster, a rude cough came from behind me. Annoyed, I sped up my words and eyes in hopes that the person behind me would leave me alone, alas the person didn't seem to get my silent message of 'leave me alone' or didn't want to and rudely coughed once more.

Stopping suddenly, I swiftly turned around with a sickingly sweet smile plastered on my face and chirped, "Can Sakura-chan help you with something?"

I seemed to have startled him with either my abruptness or sickly sweet smile because the man stay silent for a while, why I truly do not know because he was the one who coughed at me. I eyed him, trying to figure out way he decided to call me out. I wasn't doing something that was against the library laws as far as I was aware, while yes I was dirty and smelly but I wasn't doing something wrong enough to call me out for. Was I in his way or something? Perhaps I know him. Blinking I looked at him a little more closely, my mental files shifting through the people my eyes have seen before; no matter how briefly it was before they stopped. Wasn't he the shinobi who maned the library checkout counter last time I was here? Why was he here? He wasn't still manning the library checkout counter was he? My god, he must of pissed someone off if he was still stuck manning the library.

"Well," The shinobi started pulling me away from my thoughts, "I couldn't help but over hear you, or I suppose to narrow it down, the fact the you were looking for Fūinjutsu."

I furrowed my eyebrows together, he was clearly trying to imply something. Something my tired brain did not wish to figure out, mulling over his words twice or so more I struggled to understand what he was trying to say before huffing.

"Well yes." I muttered out confused, shifting my weight so it resting on my right more than my left as I expectantly stared up at him to continue.

He obviously started to look me up and down, when it seem it of hit him over the head.

"Look, kid," He sighed, ignoring my displease 'Sakura is not a kid', and rolled the senbon in his mouth, "Fūinjutsu isn't available for little kiddies."

I could only stand there as resentment pooled in my stomach and hysteria crawled at my throat. Of course my mind sneered, after all why would something that could help you be available for use? My fingers twitched and curled into themselves, the sliver of hope that Fūinjutsu could help, save, me quickly washed down the drain. God. What was I going to do?

"Why don't you ask your clan?" He drawled out, that stupid senbon clinking against his teeth.

I bit my lips, "Yea, great idea Shinobi-san."

"See-"

"Just let me ask my civilian parent's, who don't even like the fact that Sakura-chan is in the academy in the first place, if they can teach Sakura-chan any super secret shinobi moves. Great idea."

There was a beat of silence and than, "Damn kid, don't hold back on my account."

I huffed and turned my head, not wanted to look at shinobi's face any more than I had too, idly searching the shelfs for my other books. It was better than just standing there and waiting for the shinobi to say something. The thought of asking Grandfather to teach me something a little more lethal did cross my mind but he was already taking precious time off to train with me, I couldn't bring myself to ask for more of his time. Besides my old man made sure to drill in the importance's of at least respecting the shinobi's with the higher titles: though I'm pretty sure he just wanted another reason to kick my ass.

"Sakura-chan needs to find her books and go home so she can do her homework like a good girl."

I turned around, defeated and exhausted, I just wanted to go home and never wake up. As I walked away the bitter half of me boiled in rage, crying out for justice, for me to demand the man to tell me where I could find someone to teach me. But with practice and ease I squished that part of me back into the dark corner of my mind, listening to it would only bring me trouble.

Year two, Month seven, Day Thirty

Another day, another issue. This time the issue wasn't something one could just ignore and hope could go away: trust me I tried. The sounds of squeals reached my ears making me cringe, therein lies the issue; fangirls. Normally I have no problem with fangirls, my old best friend was one and an fact my own father was one. But the thought of obsession for a smol child made me cringe, though to be fair I was too a smol child now just with a mentality of an older person. A women-child perhaps?

Now usually I have no interactions with the fangirls especially since I'm so busy trying to shove knowledge into my brain and training with my most favorites of people. But the academy started to do sparing and I fought them, kind of hard not to when all most every girl in class and out likes him. Again they usually just pout and ask Sasuke if they saw them and move on with life. But it seems like life decided to be an ass today, or should I say Iruka-sensei decided to be an ass today because instead of pairing the angry little ball of hate, otherwise known as Sasuke, off with Naruto or Shikamaru or one of the other many kids; he instead chose me.

"Must I?" I asked, moping as I eyed Hinata through the corner of my eyes. I don't want to fight the ball of hate, his crazy fan-girl's would kill me if I damaged their precious Sasuke-kun.

'Little fan-girl's are terrifying,' I thought watching as they cooed and giggle over the angry ball of hate. I glanced back at Hinata with a frown, voicing my thoughts, "They'll kill me if I lay and or hurt their lovely Sasuke-kun."

"Sorry Kura-chan," Hinata said as she gently pushed me towards my doom, "Iruka-sensei chose yo-you to fight Sasuke-kun. An-and don't think about throwing the match."

At my surprised face she giggled and gave me one more final push saying, "I'm sure your Grandfather wo-wouldn't be pleased."

"Ah," Was all I would really say cause it true, the old man would throw a fit if he found out I threw a match.

Exaggerating the push I stumbled into the chalk lines before tripping, I could hear the other children laugh around me and Iruka-sensei sighing. Getting up I dusted off my pants catching sight of Sasuke face from the corner of my eyes, it's seems like my master plan was working, he was underestimating me.