Slamming her office door shut, Sakura threw her papers on her desk and crouched besides the person bleeding all over her couch. Green hands traveled to the man's chest and slowly he was being enveloped in the warm green chakra.

Two hours later, Shikamaru awoke to find his body healed and his tee shirt torn to shreds. Well his shirt tearing he remembers, the healing? Not so much. Shivering at the thought of his father's whip, he realised in his lap lay a woman with long pink hair fast asleep, blood still under her finger nails and speckled across the apples of her cheekbones. The red clashing with her creamy complexion.

...

Tsunade and Shizune were alone in their hotel room staring at the deceivingly innocent looking scroll on the desk across the small room. Not sure what the right thing to do is. Eventually Shizune asked why lady Tsunade refused to open the scroll.

"The seal on the scroll is familiar .. To me." Tsunade said carefully vague. She looked at her only apprentice, and then looked at the floor. Her honey eyes were no longer honey but plain brown and her long blonde twin tails receded until just before the nape of her neck.

Shizune was shocked she had been a faithful student of the great Tsunade for four years had never ever seen her mentor transform and was speechless.

"The monkey the one who sealed this scroll is my sensei, otherwise known as the the third hokage."