Lord Gaara, Lord Gaara!

The hurried footsteps of the panicked advisor thudded across the Sunagakure Infirmary. Patients and nurses stood by as the saw the man race towards Unit 024, where Temari was to be housed.

"Lord Gaara... A distress signal from Konoha had been sent to us 15 minutes ago. They have informed us that Naruto has been left incapacitated, and that they request immediate backup in their pursuance of Boruto Uzumaki!" The Kazekage, who had been patiently watching over his sister, turned in puzzlement. "That's... Alarming..." Gaara's face was stern, but internally filled with fear and unease. "Shinobi that heard the distress call have already went out and are approaching the border. What is your command?" Gaara looked at the man, then back to Temari; her face sickly and without much life following her operation. "Request entry into the Leaf. Send teams fit to take down the target; do not underestimate him, Boruto has long since been more than just a boy now that he has accepted his Otsutsuski curse. But I can't... I must stay in the Sand and protect my family. I couldn't then, and I must do so now..." Gaara's face showed uncertainty. He knew what was right was to support his longterm friend, the one who set him on the right path. But here, here his blood was at her most vulnerable and frail.

He couldn't leave her when he knows his nephew is still potentially out there.

"Understood, my Lord. Gasp. I will relay, this info, to all available squadrons. I wish Lady Temari a speedy recover-"

"G-G-Gaara..."

Gaara looked down at the hospital bed to see his blond sister's eye open just a little. Her lips quivered, and her face still showed itself little energy. "You have to be there... For N-Naruto... For Sh-Sh-Shikamaru..." She winced, slowly moving to rest on her side, planting her left hand upon her now barren womb. Gaara let out a small tear, not wanting to leave her side until she was truly better. "Temari... No, I can't leave you... I can't!" The young kage showed emotion for one of the few rare times. "I'll be fine," she smirked, coughing slightly. Temari rested her palm on her brother's hand that laid on the bed. "Do what is right. Save us from this."

2 Hours Later...

"Everyone, search the perimeter. We need to know where Boruto may be headed."

"Understood, Lord Sixth."

Kakashi and Kiba patrolled the capture zone for Boruto. Along with them, were 10 other specialized men and ninkens. Having to try their best to ignore the smell of musk and semen, they dug around for signs as to what Boruto's endgame had been. Suddenly, barking could be heard. "What is it, Akamaru?" Running over, they found the large dog scratching at a loose part of the ground. With little effort, the soil came loose, and revealed a secret container that had strange white markings written all over it. "Otsutsuski clan, Boruto has delved into their culture now too... He is officially too far gone..." Kiba looked all over the hand-sized container, which was shapped like a box. "Kakashi, think we should open it?"

After a moment of consideration, the contents were to be revealed. Inside were torn bits of old paper, tattered and intentionally damaged. "Whatever it was, Boruto had assumed we would eventually find it," Kakashi deduced. Looking at the shreds, he motioned for his squadron to come over. "Unfortunately for that idiot, something as simple as tearing will not be enough."

30 Minutes Earlier...

"Lady Temari, I hope that you'd be pleased to hear that, at your current recovery pace, you will be permitted to return back to Konohagakure by the end of this week," the medical captain, Ishihara, scanned over her file, seeing her vitals being mostly healed. "As you may expect, a bit of scarring around the vaginal region will remain for a short while longer, but nothing that should be considered permanent." Temari smiled, looking at her caretakers and physicians. "That is great to hear, thank you." With the diagnostics provided, the captain had prepared to get off from his seat, when the doctor aide at his side muttered into his ear. "No, she has no need to hear about that. This will all be over come the morning." Temari smile turned to perplexion, her face turning sour. "What... Don't I need to be hearing about?" The hospital staff looked at each other with uncertainty. "You mustn't trouble yourself with that, just focus on a speedy recovery."

As the rest left the room, Ishihara stood by the door. "Would you like the lights on as you rest?"

Temari, having to fake a sense of calmness, did a small chuckle, and replied, "I'd prefer it off, please. Not quite a fan of shadows anymore."

The woman planted her palm across her face. Way to make things awkward there. Staring out the window, she gazed at the beautiful, yet cruel moon. She pondered on how much trauma has been inflicted the past few years by its existence, and how she wish she could just turn back time. Turn it back to before her son's corruption destroyed the family. Suddenly, from the moon's beams came a black-ish figure. Her eyes squinted, and she placed her hand over her forehead to better control the moonlight.

Approaching the windowsill, she could see the figure had been an inked bird descending down with soft flaps. "Sai? What are you doing here?" With no reply, the painted creature landed on the porch. In its 'mouth' was a small note. Temari got up, pulling off the pulse checkers that were stickied on her. She opened the window, and she extended her hand out to grab the paper.

With that, the bird dissipated into splotches of black drippings.

Folded into fours, Temari began to unveil what had been wanted of her at this time. "How, could, you, do, this, to, us...?" Why would Sai be asking such an odd question? I'll ask him once I am out of here. As the clueless lady attempted to put down the note and shut the window, she felt her body turn stiff. Her body as a whole tightened, and she looked down to see the moonlight reflecting not her own shadow, but another's, another's that started from the open window.

The drop from her room caused Temari much disorientation, even a mild fainting episode compounded by the detachment from the Chakra drip which had been connected to her at the hospital. She could feel her body became loose, but also that she was being dragged by her legs across a field. Still mildly hazy, she could faintly see the assailant dragging her thru the blur. "Inoj...Inojin?" She muttered, head woozing. Temari then felt the dragging cease, and her legs splayed themselves outwardly on soft grass. "Here. Remember, Boruto instructed us to meet him at the research facility within half an hour. Hinata and him can take on the shinobi there, but he will need us against the real threats." Her head tilted to the side, and she could see some very familiar strapped shoes. "I know, I know. I promise it'll only take a bit. Still not used to this moon guy's chakra absorption technique, y'know?" Temari could hear the crunching of grass as Inojin passed over her, and as he passed her vision, she noticed him carrying a naked, blonde woman over his left shoulder.

"Hey mom, eyes over here." Temari felt feet rest around her skull, motioning it to limply sway back upright to face the night sky. However, instead of the nightsky, she saw her boy towering above her. "I don't have much time, so be nice and don't make it a drag, okay?"

Konoha Outskirts

The pieces had been arranged to the best of the group's ability. Some pieces may have been in partially improper spots, but the general form of the construction was redone.

"Wood-Style! Fiber-conjoinment Jutsu!"

Within a flash, the rough structure of the original document was restored. The shinobi picked up the paper he revitalized, and Kakashi walked over. "Here you go, Lord Sixth." Glancing across the writing, Kakashi scanned out intently. He could see information regarding an ancient relic, one with powers beyond any mortal's grasp. And, as if he reawakened his sharingan, his eyes flared open. Crumbling the paper and planting it into one of his vest pockets, he lifted his right fist into the air. "Men, contact the Sand and any remaining men to head back to the village, now. The future of this timeline rests upon our hands."