'A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a joke or worried to death by a frown on the right person's brow.' ~Brower
Suggestions on how to end this?
On Sunday they held a memorial.
Sakura was flanked both her sensei's, and held tightly by Naruto.
Her face was wet and her head hurt like hell, but Sakura didn't know if she felt sad. She felt kind of...empty. Numb. Transparent. Do they know? she thought, looking around at the sea of somber faces. Do they know what I did? Do they care what I did?
Tsunade was suspicious, and Sakura was well aware. But she also knew her mentor loved her far too much to call her out.
On Sunday Sakura was confident.
Oh, disclaimer. I disclaim Naruto. There.