Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
The Hokage's office is cold.
Her eyes are hard, her back straight, her chin jutting outwards.
For once in her life, her heart sits still in her chest, unable to protect her from the cold shield she had started to build so long ago at her first mother's death.
(She could still remember Akiko's face on the floor—her eyes fluttering closed.)
"Haruno Sakura."
She sets her jaw and raises defiant green eyes to the old, graying man in the chair.
"Hokage-sama."
There is a sad twinkle in the man's eye.
Next to him, Lady Manami sits, a bandage across her face, blood seeping through the fabric, rage burning in those cold blue eyes.
Sakura nearly beams at her.
The scar will not be going away.
So she can remember, Sakura thought brutally, so she can remember just what she sacrifices every time she tries out a new product.
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