Two Scarred Souls Heal Each Other
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Warning: Yaoi/Slash. Harry/Ibiki. Please don't read if its not your cup of tea.
Beta: Latte2
Author's Notes: Sincere apologies for the delayed update. The students had finished nine weeks testing, only to spring directly into the MS SATP retesting of seniors which took seven days. That little bit of happiness was followed by the fanaticism of the juniors and seniors to finish their term papers and presentations. Seriously, they had three months to work on them. Never the less, everything else got pushed aside.
On the fun side of things, I am pleased to announce that I am now an official member of the Romance Writers of America. Latte2 is official too!
Thank you for all your continuous support and reviews! I really do read every one of them. Even if I don't reply to your reviews, they are sincerely appreciated.
Timeline of this chapter in the storyline - it's been about a month since Harry ad Hermione moved to Konoha.
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Chapter 9: Of Paperwork Demons and Genin Woes
One Week Later, Konoha
At the Potter-Black Manor
Late Sunday evening, Harry was unhappily nestled in his desk chair in his private home office. The emerald eyed wizard had procrastinated working on his paperwork until the last possible moment. He stretched lazily in his chair before reaching to his left to grab his cup of coffee. While he preferred tea, the wizard needed the extra caffeine of the coffee to ensure all his paperwork got completed. Harry balefully glared at his desk and snorted in disgust at all the stacks of paper that cluttered its surface.
Picking up a pen, he cautiously poked a stack that was close by.
"Merlin's balls, I think the be-damned things breeds. How else does it grow at such a rapid rate?" he complained to himself.
Suddenly, his mail box began to glow softly on his right desk corner. Harry gleefully tossed aside his pen of pokiness in favor of this new distraction.
After opening the box, he discovered a letter bearing the formal seal of Gringotts. 'Hmm,' he pondered to himself, 'this should be interesting.'
He carefully broke the seal and eagerly began reading Griphook's latest letter:
Greetings Mr. Potter-Black,
Gringotts would like to inform you of two attempts to infringe upon your freedom by Wizarding Great Britain.
Recently, we obtained information and proof that Mr. Albus Dumbledore has made several attempts to locate you using several obscure rituals, including illegal blood rituals. Please note that these rituals did not work due to Mr. Dumbledore having no prior knowledge of your blood adoption or true name. If you wish to press charges on Mr. Dumbledore, please send a missive to the Legal Department of Gringotts.
In addition, your extended absence from the United Kingdom has been noted by the Daily Prophet, which swiftly called for the return of the Beloved Savior. Bowing to public pressure to ensure your safe return, the Wizengamot voted to freeze your vaults until you appeared before the distinguished body and swore oaths to take up your responsibilities to the Wizarding World. Regrettably, Gringotts had to inform the august assembly that all vaults for Harry James Potter have been emptied and closed for an undisclosed amount of time.
The Goblin Nation applauds your triumphs over the Wizarding World and looks forward to your future victories.
May your vaults ever flow with gold,
Griphook
One of Harry's eyebrows rose in humor at Griphook's caustic sarcasm throughout the letter, before a pleased smirk crossed over the green-eyed wizard's face. Low chuckles of satisfaction erupted from the wizard as he pictured to shocked reactions of Dumb-as-a-door and the Whiz-on-it. 'Ah, to be a Rita Skeeter beetle on a wall when they were informed of their failures. How utterly priceless!'
Whistling a cheerful tune, he happily bounced out of his office to locate his curly haired sister and inform her of her loses in their bets. Despite everything, Hermione still grossly miscalculated the lengths of stupidity the Wizarding World was capable of.
Which was extremely good news for Harry. Poor Hermione didn't have a clue about the massive amount of paperwork that had piled up on his desk. Oh well, the next two weeks will serve as a steep learning curve!
'Ah freedom. Sweet, sweet freedom from the evil paperwork demon. Hermione's your victim now!' Harry thought as he laughed in happiness over shoving his paperwork onto someone else.
Upstairs in her personal study, Hermione was working on new tea combinations. A soft knocked sounded on her door and soon opened with her permission to enter. Harry poked his head through her doorway, an evil smirk across his face.
"Oh sweet dear sister, do you remember the terms of our bet?" he asked with an evil laugh.
~Ten Minutes Later ~
"Damn you, Hadrian James! How dare you not work on any of your Merlin be damned paperwork! Why, why did I make a bet with him? Damn his Potter Luck!" howled from Harry's home office when Hermione fully comprehended the depths of procrastination that her little brother was capable of.
Muttering angrily under her breath, she gazed upon the unshrinking piles of paperwork that decorated the expansive wooden desk. Pulling the closest stack to her, she began to to complete the work that Harry had delightfully fostered off on her. The next two weeks were going to be hell.
'He'll pay for this. Oh yes, he will.' She thought viciously to herself as her mind whirled to decide the appropriate punishment.
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On his way to find Ibiki for another date, a sudden chill raced up and down Harry's spine. The brunette paused in his steps as he tried to determine the cause of his recent apprehension. His intuition was screaming remarkably similar to when the Weasley twins or Sirius pulled a prank.
'Oh, well. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad.' he finally concluded. Shrugging his shoulders, the wizard continued his merry journey with a jaunty bounce in his steps.
For the past five hours, Ibiki, Shikaku, and Anko had read dozens of reports that were thrown all over one of the conference tables in the Department of Torture and Interrogation. Over the past seven days, multiple shinobi have been dispatched to interrogate and arrest dozens of citizens that were suspected of treason. Slowly, they uncovered and pieced together evidence of an underground rebellion to overthrow the power of the Hokage and convert Konoha to an oligarchy of a small 'elite' council. As of now, one Councilor Elder and two civilian council members have been identified as the ringleaders of the entire coup.
Shikaku heaved a heavy sigh as he tossed aside a report regarding the interrogation of a shop clerk, who for years had deliberately sold poor quality groceries and goods to people he viewed as 'undesirables' – Naruto, Lee, and other orphaned kids involved in the shinobi corps. The man claimed he only wanted to strengthen the shinobi corps by helping to apply pressure on the non-clan orphans to drop out of the academy or genin program. The clerk fanatically believed if the 'undesirables' left, the remaining students and genin would get the full attention they deserved to become stronger ninjas for Konoha.
Pinching his nose in frustration, Shikaku was honestly appalled by the rabid and narrow mindset of the majority of civilians who blindly praised bloodlines. It made a complete mockery of the skillset and sacrifices of the dozens of ninjas that didn't descend from clans such as Jiraiya, Minato Namikaze, or Gai. Furthermore, that unhealthy mindset was undoubtedly responsible for the low civilian enrollment rates in the Shinobi Academy. In recent years, civilian enrollment consisted of the occasional orphaned boy or civilian fangirls who were only stalking the objects of their affections – i.e. Itachi, Neji, or Sasuke. The same realization wasn't missed by the other two shinobi in the room too.
"Damn it, this is the reason why there are so many weak fangirls trying to become kunoichi! I'll kill them all!" roared Anko, whose temper had finally exploded.
For the past few years, Anko had become more and more disgusted with the weak performances of the so called kunoichi in the corps. Case in point was the Chunin Exam fight between the pinkette and Inoichi's daughter. Thank Kami-sama that it wasn't a public exhibition match in the finals! But the fact that other shinobi from various villages had witnessed the pathetic catfight was embarrassing as hell and it had reflected badly on Konoha, especially on fellow kunoichi..
'Honestly, what the hell are they teaching at the Academy anyways?' she growled to herself. Perking up with a sudden thought, she turned eagerly to look at Ibiki.
"Hey, Ibiki? Do you think Tsunade-sama will give me permission to help teach the kunoichi classes at the Academy? I'll knock the fan-girlism out of them within a few days!" she exclaimed with sadistic delight, rubbing her hands in anticipation. The sibilant hissing of her ever-present viper only added to her maniac image.
Ibiki and Shikaku stared at Anko in horror and disbelief. Both men were very familiar with Anko's 'unique' personality and had no desire to inflect her upon innocent children. Regardless of how much they disliked fangirls too.
"No, just no." Ibiki stated firmly.
"Ahh, Biki!" whined Anko, pouting as her Operation: Destroy All Fangirls came to a grinding halt.
"But nothing. There is no way the Hokage or Council will allow a woman who purposely cultivated an infamous reputation and bullied her way into the Bingo Book as the 'Insane, Sadistic Snake Bitch of Konoha' to be a sensei to a Genin Team, much less in the Academy."
"And Nai-Chan said it couldn't be done. The look on her face when she saw my Bingo entry!" Anko cackled as she remembered her best friend's incredulous face. The fact that Kurenai had to buy her dango for a month only made her victory even sweeter!
Shikaku shook his head in fond exasperation. "Regrettably, it is now nearing 6 o'clock and I need to head home for dinner in order to avoid a lecture by Yoshino. I will see you tomorrow at 10:00 am to resume our organization of our report for the Hokage and Daimyo on Friday."
He swiftly piled the folders he was reading into a neat stack and nodded his head towards the two interrogators before exiting the room.
Ibiki decided to call it a day as well. While the investigation was important, they couldn't afford to rush through it or they'll overlook crucial intel. Gesturing at Anko to do the same, he began to stack the reports that would be placed in a secure location in his office.
Together the two shinobi walked down the hall to Ibiki's and Anko's office area. Along the way, Ibiki had to listen to Anko mad ramblings about her plans to help unfangirl genin kunoichi. Arriving outside their offices' main doorway, he came to an abrupt halt that almost caused Anko to crash into him.
Sitting on a bench in the hallway was his fidgeting koneko. Immediately the tension from the past five hours slowly began to unwind as he looked upon the blushing and visibly shy brunette.
"Sorry. I came by to ask if you were free for dinner. When I asked the man in the lobby to pass a message to you, I was suddenly ushered to wait here for you. I apologize for interrupting your work." Harry explained in a rush as he blushed further when he noticed an unknown purple haired woman leering at him directly behind Ibiki.
In truth, the wizard was torn between shock and amusement about his current dilemma. As he was walking through the village, Harry had spotted Shikaku and had stopped for a brief conversation with the intelligent, older man. Upon learning that he was searching for Ibiki, the Nara had quickly escorted him to the T & I Headquarters with a suspiciously sly expression on his face. When Harry had asked the shinobi in the main lobby if he could leave a message for Ibiki, he was completely flabbergasted to be escorted directly to his boyfriend's office. The fact that most of the shinobi presented had stopped and stared at him only heightened his awkwardness over this unexpected situation.
'Merlin, I thought they would have more tightened security measures around here. Although, there have been a lot of ninja that have walked past me. I guess that's to ensure I don't do anything suspicious?' wondered Harry.
However, he was jerked quickly out of his thoughts by a piercing wolf-whistle that came from the previously noted purple haired woman.
"Damn Biki! I always thought you were asexual but he sure is sexy sexy! You definitely picked up a cutie." She nudged Ibiki who was now openly glaring daggers at her.
Turning her attention back to Ibiki's main squeeze, she boldly asked "Neh, neh, how's the sex? It should be mind-blowing, based upon his expertise with the human body. After all if you can cause pain, you can cause pleasure, right?" she said with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
"Anko!" barked Ibiki "Shut up!"
Harry stared unblinkingly at her for a few seconds before erupting into laughter. Years of the Weasley twins and Sirius meant he was accustomed to blunt and lewd language. Especially during his first year on the Quidditch team when Fred and George took perverse delight in shocking him.
Ibiki momentarily basked in the sound of his koibito's amusement before he introduced his laughing love to his pouting coworker.
"Harry this is Anko, a fellow shinobi in the T & I Department. Anko, this is Harry. Behave or you'll be on paperwork duty for a month." he growled menacingly at a sullen Anko, who was disappointed that she had failed to garner a shocked reaction from her boss's younger lover.
Hating even the thought of being held captive by the unconquerable beast, she reluctantly nodded her head and agreed to be 'nice' to the smiling green eyed man. Well, her version of nice anyway.
Unlocking the door and channeling chakra to deactivate the security seals, he walked towards his office and bided Harry to take a seat at a chair in front of his expansive desk. The jounin quickly unsealed a filing cabinet to secure the reports in and neatly placed his folders into the awaiting drawer. Next, he grabbed the stack that Anko had briskly held out to him.
After locking and resealing the cabinet, he turned around to direct his attention to his Emerald only to pause when he noticed Anko's viper was curling around Harry like a beautiful but deadly scarf. From the corner of his eye, he noted that Anko was watching her snake's unusual behavior as well.
"Harry, hold still and Anko will fetch her wayward summon off of you." The scarred jounin stated calmly while glaring dark retributions to his second in command to fetch her pet immediately.
"Mistress, this man smells interesting. Like a storm." hissed the viper in obvious pleasure as it wrapped itself closer around the unfazed wizard.
"My, aren't you an interesting snake. I didn't know summons could speak human tongue." conversed Harry politely as he gently stroked the black snake.
He soon froze in horror as Harry abruptly realized he just spoke parseltongue in front of his boyfriend and his subordinate.
'Shit! Merlin's soggy balls!' the panicked wizard cursed himself as he thought furiously on how to get out of his latest blunder. 'Maybe I can oblivate them? No, that won't work on the snake. Think brain, think!'
"Ohhh, your bloodline lets you talk to animals. What an interesting ability. Hey, can you talk to all snakes because there's a few summons that I really need to have some strong words with. Those little bastards like to pretend they don't understand me when I know they damn well do! Anyways, with your help, the little punks can't claim ignorance!" crowed Anko.
Really some of the snakes got on her damn nerves. 'Maybe Harry can even help me wrestle the Summoning Contract from the Bastard. That would completely piss the pedophile off!' she mused. She glazed starry eyed at Harry, determined to buy him dango in exchange for his help.
Leaning sideways in his chair away from the strange kunoichi, Harry was taken aback by her glittery eyed stare and nonchalant acceptance of his parseltongue ability.
"Uhmm, not all animals. Just serpents and snakes." he clarified slowly, refusing to even look at Ibiki for fear of his reaction.
"Anko, get your pet and go away. You still have work to do." ordered Ibiki. His harsh tone conveyed no patience for arguments.
Anko quickly seized her complaining summon, who wanted to stay with the interesting smelling human. She left Ibiki's office and closed his door to ensure their privacy. As she walked towards her desk, she pondered the ramification of Harry's ability.
In the office, Ibiki gave a deadpanned look at Harry, who fidgeted and still refused to look at him. Mentally sighing, he walked towards his Emerald. Before the wizard could react, he was seized upwards, propelled forward, and then dropped down into Ibiki's lap as the jounin made himself comfortable in his behemoth desk chair.
Carding his right hand though his koibito's hair, Ibiki waited patiently for his love to relax and stop shaking. "Is there any reason why you are acting so scared? Given the various bloodlines that exist in the Elemental Countries, the ability to talk to snakes is different but certainly not unusual."
Leaning into the soft caresses, Harry felt the overwhelming fear gradually ease from his body. He twisted his fingers in a nervous gesture as he tried to gather his thoughts to aptly convey the cause of his apprehension to his partner.
"It's not viewed as dark or evil? I won't be imprisoned or executed?" asked Harry in a low and unsteady voice.
"What? Of course not! Not unless you go around assassinating people by commanding venomous snakes to bite them." Ibiki assured his trembling love. He suddenly got a suspicion as to why Harry was reacting so negatively about other people knowing about his unusual talent.
"Harry," he asked seriously, "is your gift the reason why you left your homeland? Because it put you in danger?"
"Part of the reason, yes. Besides me, the only other person known to have the same ability is a mass murderer who started a civil war that lead to the deaths of hundreds of people. Not surprisingly, parseltongue is an ability that is hated and abhorred by many people." confirmed Harry in a pained tone.
"Oh, koibito." comforted Ibiki as he placed a gentle kiss at Harry's temple. "I am sorry for the hardships you faced in your past. But you don't have to be bound by them here. If it eases your mind, there are many bloodline limits that are much more dangerous than talking to snakes."
"Really? Like what?" questioned Harry, who was curious at what types of blood gifts that abound in his new home.
"Well, Kimimaro Kagya could grow his bones outwards to be used as weapons or long range projectiles. Gaara of the Sand can manipulate sand to crush and kill people in coffins of sand. Itachi Uchiha's Sharingan can trap somebody in their own mind to be tortured for 72 hours while only a few minutes have passed in real time." detailed Ibiki, deliberately withholding information about Konoha clans that wasn't common knowledge.
"Likewise, the Inuzukas are famous for their ability to communicate with their nindogs and the Aburames are renowned for their close bond with their kikaichu." the jounin concluded decisively.
"Kikaichu? What are those?" asked Harry, a slight frown marring his forehead as he tried to guess what type of animal a kikaichu was.
"A unique breed of insects that constructs its hives in Aburames' bodies and is used in combat." summarized Ibiki in a clear and concise manner.
Harry froze in shock as his mind tried to comprehend what his boyfriend just said..
"They have bugs that live inside their bodies?" the wizard asked just to be absolutely clear that he heard correctly.
"Yes."
"Okay then. I completely understand why parseltongue isn't usual or feared here."
"Insects? Insects are what settled your worried mind? Not the bones used as weapons or being crushed by manipulated sand. Nor being mental tortured for hours? Really, Harry? Insects are what you chose to focus on?" asked Ibiki in baffled amusement. He severely doubted he would ever understand or comprehend how his koibito's mind worked.
"What! They have bugs that live inside their bodies. You can't tell me that it's not an unsettling thought! Inside their bodies, Ibiki!" defended Harry. For a brief moment, he contemplated hiring an Aburame ninja to mentally scar Ron for life. 'What an absolutely delicious ideal! Pity, it's not possible.' he snickered to himself.
Ibiki stared unfathomably at his love, who was now shaking silently in amusement. 'Well, at least it's an improvement over fear' he thought. As he continued to gaze at his chortling beloved, Ibiki had the sudden urge to ravish him.
oOo Lemon Ahead oOo
Nuzzling Harry's left temple, he slowly laid a trail of kisses until he reached Harry's delicately curved ear.
Harry shuddered again, this time in desire, as he felt Ibiki's gently tug on his earlobe before the ninja claimed his lips in a fiery kiss. A slow heat ignited in his belly and he began to squirm slowly in response to the jounin's expert administration.
Ibiki continued his conquest of his Emerald's lips as one of his hands journeyed to the front of Harry's navy pants. His thumb teasingly stroked the wizard's budding erection through the silken fabric of his garment.
Feeling the tentative touch, Harry moaned softly and thrust his hips suggestively into Ibiki's hand.
Taking this action as a sign of consent, Ibiki continued his in depth exploration of his koibito's lower half. His thumb swiftly unclasped the front button and two fingers gently undid the zipper. Stealthily, his hand slipped under Harry's boxer and grasped firmly the wizard's hardening erection.
By this time, the wizard was drowning in pleasure. The feeling of Ibiki's hand around his manhood had caused lightening to rip through his body. His toes curled downwards and his hips shuddered sharply as he broke the kiss to moan mindless words of encouragement. One of the wizard's hand clutched the shirt fabric stretched tightly on Ibiki's right shoulder and his other hand strongly griped the chair arm in the efforts to prevent his body from falling onto the floor. Harry was completely unaware that he was grinding his body into Ibiki's in tempo of the jounin's stroking movements.
Ibiki groaned in appreciation for Harry's sensual undulations. He bent his head to lap at Harry's throat before sucking on a delectable patch of his koibito's neck. After applying an exact amount of pressure, he was extremely pleased to see a mark of possession blooming on Harry's throat for everyone to see. After creating the darkening hickey, Ibiki returned his lips to Harry's panting mouth and continued his ravishment of the wizard's ultra-sensitive body.
Between Ibiki's skillful kisses, nips, and strokes, Harry was quickly climbing the vortex of sensual surrender. He gasped and moaned as his body drawled tight and suddenly shuddered in release.
Ibiki seized Harry's lips and swallowed his scream as he climaxed. The jounin laid more gentle kisses across the wizard's cheeks as Harry tried to control his breathing and regain his equilibrium.
oOo Lemon Over oOo
Slowly Harry floated back down from the electrifying pleasure that had swept through his body. He tonelessly relaxed into Ibiki's gentle kisses in heady satisfaction. As the wizard shifted his hips, he stilled as he felt the physical evidence that Ibiki was still every much erect.
His head quickly turned and mortified emerald eyes met darkly satisfied black orbs. Immediately a wave of red colored Harry's face as he stammered words of apologizes.
Laughing in amusement, Ibiki kissed Harry's nose and dismissed his chagrined mumbling.
"Don't. I don't want nor need anything in return. I did it because I wanted to and not to pressure you into reciprocal actions." the jounin declared firmly as he carefully pulled his hand free from Harry's pants.
"There is a bathroom you can used that through that door. Take a few minutes to get cleaned up," here Ibiki paused with a suggestive smirk that left no doubt as to what Harry would be cleaning, "while I do the same." he continued. "Afterwards, we will go to dinner okay?"
"Yeh. That's good." Harry nodded his head rapidly and gingerly stood up from Ibiki's lap. He grabbed his pants to keep them from sliding off his hips and shuffled slowly to the bathroom, severely conscious of Ibiki's stare burning into his back.
Ibiki watched his Emerald walk into his personal bathroom. Once the door shut, he strode from his office to use the bathroom that was attached to department head's outer office. He absent mindedly noticed that Anko was not at her desk.
After a brief clean up, he returned and waited for his Emerald to rejoin him. He smiled gently as Harry sauntered towards him and unashamedly grabbed his hand to walk out together to get dinner.
The wizard beamed happily at his warrior and talked animatedly about the recent happenings at the Café and the Manor as they existed the building to buy groceries for Harry to cook at the Café. Ibiki listened attentively as he continued to watch for any signs of danger. Neither men paid attention to the shocked and stupefied reactions of the shinobi in the T & I Headquarters as they witnessed their stoic leader smile softly at his boyfriend.
~Monday Morning, Training Grounds
At nine o'clock in the morning, Naruto was wide awake and impatiently waiting with his teammates for their chronically tardy sensei to appear in order to begin their daily training or missions. For the past week, the blonde had been adjusting to the new changes in his life. He adored the Potter-Black siblings and loved living in their Manor. Although, he had to freely admit that Hermione-neechan had terrified him when she launched her shopping crusade to update the genin's wardrobe to appropriate apparel. Harry-san had cheerfully abandoned him to his sister's tender mercies after he informed the witch of Naruto's ungodly monstrosities, a.k.a. the orange jumpsuits.
'Honestly,' he huffed silently to himself, 'why can't people understand the power of orange? It is of the awesomeness!'
Never the less, Naruto was happy with his new clothes as Hermione had selected clothing that incorporated traces of his precious orange into each outfit.
The only change that left the blonde genin off balanced was his new teammate. Naruto was still unsure of what to think about Sai. Sure, he was glad that Sakura was no longer on the team to berrate or hit him on the head, but he honestly didn't believe being called Dickless or fending off sexual molestations was an improvement.
The fact that Sai was an Uchiha look alike but smiled creepily all the time was not a point in his favor.
Nearby, Sai continued to smile at his new teammates. He read from a book that smiling was a signal of nonaggression and a good way to encourage friendship. The Root shinobi really wanted to make friends with his teammates.
'After all, a close friendship would allow me to closely interact with the Kyuubi jinchuuriki and the last Uchiha.' he thought to himself. 'Plus, it will allow me to achieve Danzo-sama's goals easier.' Thus in the spirit of friendship, he decided to engage in skinship with his blonde teammate, who was reported to be more friendly than the brooding Uchiha.
"Good morning, Dickless! How are you today? Have you reached puberty yet? Allow me to check!" Sai glomped the helpless blonde and quickly tried to shoved his hand down the genin's black ninja pants that had two orange stripes on the sides.
Yelping in distress, Naruto hopped around trying to pull the molesting teenager off him.
"Damn it, Sai! Get your hands out of my pants. And stop calling me Dickless! I am a man!" bellowed the blonde as he finally wiggled out of Sai's attempt of friendship.
"I'm sorry, Dickless. Until I assess your claims of manliness, I cannot acknowledge your male gender. After all, you are the genin who created the fearsome Sexy Jutsu. Thus, you are female until proven otherwise." explained Sai calmly and rationally.
According to his guide of social interactions, nicknames were a sign of closeness. Plus, Naruto's history of gender bending was well known in Konoha. Sai rationally believed that Naruto could be a girl, so his clever nickname would remain until adequate proof was provided.
"I am a boy. A boy!" screamed a distraught Naruto. Who knew that his beloved Sexy Jutsu would betray him so?... Well, besides everybody who lived in Konoha! "You're not touching me in my special place, you pervert!" he growled as he scrambled to hide behind Sasuke.
"Your special place?" questioned Sasuke with a raised eyebrow. He snorted in faint amusement. "Hnnn, dobe."
"Teme! Nobody asked for your opinion. My special place is my special place and no touchy touchy! You hear that, you perverted Uchiha look alike. No touchy touchy!" roared Naruto as he made sure Sasuke was standing between him and the perverted fiend.
Just then, Kakashi appeared in the training field, courtesy of Konoha's signature shunshin.
"Yo!" he called out cheerfully, with an eye smile at his students. 'Won't they be surprised that I am only two hours late today?' he thought with glee, eager to see the shocked reactions of his cute little genins.
"Dickless!"
"No touchy touchy! No means no! Argg, Teme control your perverted clone!"
Kakashi watched silently as his 'early' arrive went unnoticed as Sai and Naruto rolled across the ground. Sai appeared to be groping Naruto while the blonde genin diligently tried to cause bodily harm to his new teammate.
'Is he trying to gouge Sai's eye out with a kunai?' mused the ignored sensei. 'I had no ideal that Naruto was so flexible!'
A perverted giggle echoed throughout the clearing.
"No! Not sensei too? Why am I surrounded by prevents!"
"Hnnn." protested the unmoving Uchiha who made no attempt to aide his 'rival'.
"You're a pervert too, Teme! Look at you just standing there! You obviously get your kicks by watching!"
"Hnn," snort, "Dobe."
"Teme!"
~ Monday, Konoha Hospital, 3'o clock pm
Sakura stood wearily in front of the mirrored sinks in the ladies bathroom on the third floor of Konoha Hospital. What a drastic change one hellish week could make.
The pinkette's nail was now disgustingly short and unpainted. Furofuki-sensei firmly banned long or painted nails. She cryptically explained long nails were more harmful than helpful and nail polish should chip and fall into open wounds or medications.
Likewise, Sakura was banned from using any scented lotions or perfumes because a patient could possibly be allergic to the scent or active ingredients. Furofuki provided several bars of unscented and antibacterial soap, a bottle of plain unscented and neutral lotion, and one bottle of bland shampoo combined with conditioner. On the second day of training, Sakura deliberately used her expensive body cream and came to the hospital for training anyways. Furofuki had publically berated her in front of all the nurses and doctors in the lobby before dragging her to a locker room and ordered her to bathe. If she wasn't scrubbed clean, dried, and dressed in ten minutes, Furofuki threatened to assist her.
A horrified tremor shoot through Sakura's exhausted body in remembrance of that terrible day. As if she wanted that old bitter hag to touch any part of her young, beautiful body.
Well, maybe not so beautiful now. More like cat dragged and ragged.
Sakura had bags underneath her eyes and her previous perfect skin was dry and clammy looking. Most appalling of all was the fact that the pinkette could tell that there was a patch of acne just waiting to break out any day now.
Acne. Never before had she ever had acne.
Besides Sakura's un-beautification, she had to deal with all the snide and snotty nurses in Konoha Hospital. Jealous old hags. As if her Sasuke-kun would every look at those old ugly cows much less marry one. Clan Restoration Act her ass!
The door of the bathroom opened and in came her most bitter and hated enemy.
"Oh, Sakura-chan. How are you enjoying your training. You look positively…hardworking." cooed Ami Nishimaru.
Ami strolled to the mirror. Setting a extravagant beaded cosmetic bag on the counter, she pulled out and applied a bright red lipstick. Smacking her lips together, she smiled in satisfaction at her perfectly coated ruby lips.
Turning sideway, Ami flipped her long hair and gazed smugly at the upstart forehead girl. She reveled in the ragged appearance of the bragging girl who crowed for days about being on Sasuke-kun's team.
'Then the ugly clown had the nerve to actually resign off the team and expected people to applaud her failure. Flat-chested ironing board, learn your place!' seethed Ami inwardly as she pasted an obviously fake smile on her face.
"Hmm, you really should go to the spa on your off day, Sakura-chan. Frankly, you're looking a bit run down right now." She blinked her eyes innocently. "How you ever thought Sasuke-kun would choose such a disreputable girl like you is beyond me."
Seeing Sakura about to interrupt her speech, Ami smiled viciously and continued. "Don't worry, it's not like he don't have plenty of options now. You know, Clan Restoration Act and all that. What you didn't think that juicy tidbit wouldn't get out? Especially given your fish mongrel wife behavior in the bookstore? As if!" She have a ladylike sniff to illustrate her distaste.
Ami paused dramatically and then slowly leaned forward to hiss "Unlike you, I don't mind putting the good of the Uchiha clan before my own selfishness. To arrogantly believe you can dictate the survival of the clan by 'controlling' Sasuke-kun, how utterly pathetic!"
Leaning backwards and flipping her hair again, Ami watched smugly as Forehead-girl tried to form a rebuttal. Key word- tried. "Anyways, I have to return to my nursing classes. Some of us actually take our jobs seriously instead of running home to Mommy when it gets too hard. Later, ugly forehead girl!" After that last verbal jab, she flounced back out to return to the regular nursing classes.
Sakura's entire body was consumed in rage. 'How dare she! How dare she talk to me that way! Her Sasuke-kun? Her Sasuke-kun! As if my Sasuke-kun would….."
The pinkette stared at her stilled reflection as she suddenly realized she talked about Sasuke the same way that the dog Ami did. 'There's no way I'm like Ami, right?' she wondered.
Shaking her head resolutely, she dismissed those ludicrous thoughts from her mind. "Some of us take our jobs seriously." She repeated with a sneer. "I'll show her seriousness. As if Ami could possibly be better than me. She is only studying to be a regular nurse while I am going to be a medic-nin. Hmph!"
Squaring her shoulder, Sakura strolled out of the bathroom with a fiery determination to prove that heifer Ami wrong - her and everybody else who doubt her too.
'Shannaro!'
Posted: 4/15/13 Word Count: 6,455 words.
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Author's Notes: Please read if interested.
Blood ritual failure – In my head, the basilisk venom and phoenix tears did not cause any hereditary/genetic changes to Harry's DNA or blood, only physical attributes such as an immunity or high tolerance to most poisons. Harry won't be able to pass those onto his children as a genetic trait. However, Sirius completed blood adoption of Harry to ensure his status as heir to the Black House was air-tight and non-contestable by the Malfoys or any other purebred family. As such, his blood changed to incorporate the strengthened bonds to the Black family. Thus it rendered the blood that Dumbledore had as being null and void. In addition, names have power in the Wizarding World. Harry's true name is Hadrian James Romulus Potter Black. According to magic, Harry James Potter no longer exists so trying to find a person using that name would be useless.
Shikaku's assistance in the investigation – he's Head Strategist and Jounin Commander. His high intelligence means he can help unravel the conspiracy plot quickly and employ strategies to counteract the damages wrecked over the years.
Skinship – a unique brand of friendship. The more skin contact you have, the closer your friendship is. Obliviously, this greatly appeals to Sai.
Furofuki-sensei – an actual medic nin who appeared in the Anime only. She is an old medic-nin who is knowledgeable in the usage of herbs. Given the Harunos boosting and bragging of a rare herbology book, Tsunade believed the no nonsense and caustic medic nin would adequately whip the fangirl into shape.
Ami - real character, fake last name. She is partially responsible for Sakura's forehead complex.
Sakura bashing? – no, not really. She's the type of girl that makes enemies really easily. She also needs to break out of her fangirlism. Whether she'll succeed and be salvable or not depends on my cantankerous muse.