YAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So, wow ... it seems as if I get to upload more often, now that I'm in the summerly rhythm ^^ Big, big thanks to fierynightangle, ANBU Allysa and twilight-twins2 - I love reading your Reviews =D ... and uh -.- twilight-twins made a point -" ... I admit I don't know what took me there - sry, pls excuse

HOWEVER ... The haiku is from Kobayashi this time I don't own it and neither do I own Naruto

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Won't you come and see

or

Finding the place to belong

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She appeared in the office on the next day as if it nothing had happened – she acted as if nothing had happened. He grunted: she ignored it. So that was her solution, just, strictly and simply ignored it.

"Why do you ignore it?"

"What could I change anyways?" she sighed in response and went back to ordering the victims.

Thanks to her findings they had been able to find the next victims, going after their birthday. And also the place, where he would kill them.

"How does he get all the information?" Sakura racked her head over the question.

"Why is it important? We know where he will kill her and we can catch him there." Izumo shrugged.

"No … you miss a point. Imagine he has his information from a freaking informant … a mole ... he will know that we try to get him. He won't make a fault and quickly search for another place to get her done." She sighed. "Also if we have his informant we can capture him without setting the life of another civilian at risk … we should contact the victims and tell them to find a place to get under for the time."

"You're ridiculous. It's only …"

"…a homicidal man or group, craving for their life." Sakura finished. "If they do value their lives, they get under at a friends' for the time being. Contact them."

They did as told. She rubbed her hands over her face to get away the fatigue and to clear her thoughts.

"I have a shift to do …" she stood up and swayed a minute before she gripped the chair for support. A minute later she was out of the door.

"She neither ate, nor slept." Anko reported when the pink-haired woman was gone.

"Thought so." Ibiki groaned.

"It would eat anybody." Kotetsu defended her.

"Yeah … and she does her duty anyways." Hayate coughed.

"Maybe … but she completely ignores the fact that she is too a potential victim." Anko pointed out.

"She wants to be the major victim." Ibiki explained. "If the killer is after her she knows that the rest is in safety."

The group looked at him and then at each other before they sighed and groaned.

"Damn it … that kid will give us one hell of a headache." Anko rubbed her eyes.

"She already does, Mitarashi." Ibiki suddenly said. He looked at a folder in his hands, before lying it down.

Sakura sighed as she closed yet another wound of the ANBU in front of her. Ambushed – once again. He grunted in pain and she quickly pushed in some numbing chakra and sighed relieved when his breathing steadied again.

As soon as she was finished she hurried out of the hospital and into the cold, late afternoon. Hmmm … a tea would be wonderful now. She smiled at the memory of her sensei's incredible tea … though she was sure he had spiked it with something. But it had been incredible none the less.

For a moment she teleported herself on top of the Hokage monument and inhaled the fresh scent of crisp winter air around her. She spread her arms wide and closed her eyes, smiling wide.

"God damn it I'm no one and I'm freaking proud of it." She laughed.

When she heard the snow crunch she turned around to look straight into the face of her sensei. She smiled happily and didn't even care to brush away the strand of hair that was flying in her face. She spread her arms out wide and laughed: "Tadaaa!"

"You're crazy konoichi." He chuckled.

"And I'm proud of it!" she smiled.

He stepped closer as she turned around. He was so close she could feel him against her back – she didn't care though; she leaned right in.

"I know that you're proud of it." He told her and looked over the village with her. Having her near like this made him at ease. It was comfortable and peaceful.

Ibiki was no man of great emotions and much less was he a man who showed those emotions. But being with his expressive, lively Lollipop – again – just made him feel at ease. Only that he would never say it, he would never admit that he missed her when she was on missions, because the office was only stinking gray without her; he would never tell her that a poem or a simple Haiku from her lips sounded like the most beautiful music to his ears; he would never tell her how eerie beautiful she was; how strong and independent she was; how incredible she was. He would never … he could not.

Sakura was an expressive being. If she was pissed, everyone knew it; if she was having a good time, everyone knew it; if she was pondering over something, everyone knew it. There was only the fact that she was too damn good in hiding her sadness that no one ever knew it; no one ever could see it; no one ever saw it when her heart broke for a reason; when she was pushing herself on, because recent news just simply nullified her; no one knew. No one could tell when her sadness turned into anger, because no one knew when she was sad. The thing was, Sakura also never dared to admit that she felt well with someone. Not with something but with someone. Apart from her boys she knew that whoever she felt well with, would not stay in her life for long. They were creeped out by her mood swings, her strength, her forehead, her eyes … or her boys. Sometimes she thought those would be the only men in her life, because they made sure that every guy who dated her had a life of hell. So she would never admit that she felt well with her sensei. Not only was it her sensei, but it was Ibiki Morino. The man would laugh at her and tell her to play games that little girls play. She could not admit it.

"You ready for another night of work, Lollypop?" he asked her in his unmistakable baritone – it sent shivers up her arms.

"Yeah … just don't pass out and make me eat sugar the next day, fuckface." She shot back.

"Gah … the burnings still hurt like a bitch." He growled.

"They should. First you make me work like a poor sucker and then you're not even able to get me a sugar free breakfast? You definitely deserved it."

"I hate you too."

"At least that is reciprocated."

He put his hand on her shoulder and teleported them back into the tower, where they ended up standing in his office. He bent down to her ear.

"Go and get the team together in the meeting room." He whispered, breathing in her ear.

She only nodded and he smirked, realizing that it was – again – him who had rendered her speechless. He let go and she was already out of the room. He put down his coat and grabbed the folders before making his way to the meeting room, where Anko was already waiting.

"Where's the Lollypop with the rest?" he asked as he put down the folders.

"The Lolly pop is getting the rest." Anko answered and twirled a strand of her in her fingers.

He waited five minutes while going through the files before he heard a loud squeal and manly laughter.

"PUT ME DOWN DAMN IT! YOU STUPID FUCKFACES!"

She came crashing through the door, feet first her coat floating after her before she stood on the ground and flexed back to the five men, bringing down every single one of them – with shackled hands. They lay on the floor, still laughing at the woman in front of them who was pissed off.

"Too good, too good." Raidou cackled and hit the floor.

"Oy, Lolly pop, I thought I was the fuckface." He strew salt into the wound, she shot him a death-glare.

Izumo and Kotetsu were crying tears always pointing at Sakura who stood in the middle of them with a heaving chest and clenched jaw. Her hands were shackled behind her back and by the way they gleamed he guessed that they were chakra depriving shackles.

Genma and Hayate were laughing out loud, giving each other the check.

"IDIOTS!" she roared. "GOD DAMN IT I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" she yelled and stomped on the ground – as a result the whole building shook.

The laughter ensued immediately. And they all watched as Sakura straightened her arms and lifted them up.

"Hey, hey … stop it Sakura, you'll pop out a joint … we'll just open them up again." Kotetsu offered.

But Sakura had her hands already over her head, where suddenly she popped out her joint purposely and turned her elbow in a 360° rotation before she sunk her hands in front of her again.

"Whoa … nice." Izumo commented.

Sakura lifted her hands and stared at the shackles before she took a deep breath and held it there for a second.

"Errr … Sakura-chan … you can't use a jutsu, those are …"

But she already exhaled and made the shackles gleam in a bright orange as she heated them. When the gleam spread over the whole trap she simple wiggled her wrists and the molten iron fell down.

"Useless anyways …" she shrugged.

The group stared, until she lifted her head and glared at the five men.

"And now to you…" she growled. "Will you stop doing such stupid things to me? One should believe you are grown ups and serious!"

"Sakura-chan … we have a sugar freak as second in command." Genma defended.

"Shut your trap." Anko seethed.

"Anko doesn't shackle me at least!" Sakura hollered back and saw Genma open his mouth again. "Shut it, Shiranui. Don't believe I don't know it was you I healed this afternoon, I know exactly what I healed and I know exactly how I take it back … got it?"

Genma stuck his tongue out, and so did Sakura … only her tongue was longer. Very much longer.

"Nice tongue, Sakura-chan." Hayate complemented.

"Very well … we know now that Lolly pop can evade chakra shackles, is agile and has a long tongue … anything else? Can we get to work now?" Ibiki grunted.

"Hai, sempai."

Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.

He looked at the sleeping form of Sakura on the next day. She was cuddled between his team and his lips twitched into a slight smile. She looked so lost in all those bodies somehow … and at the same time she looked as if she just belonged here.

Sakura was a spot of color in all these gray colors. Everything was dark, gray or just somber around them. Their uniforms, their offices, hell even their hair-colors. Only Sakura made an incredible spot of color in all that gray. Her pink hair and her green eyes … and then of course her youth. She was so much younger than all of them, so much more livelier.

When he saw her between all those men bodies that protected her, he only realized how she had yet again found people who cherished her and who would hunt down the evil to the tartaric pit and back again if it should only look at her in an unwelcome way or harm her.

But was he the evil? He smirked again.

TADAAAA!

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