Despite my massive migraine I managed to pump out another chapter. In all honesty I had started it last night but hadn't finished it. I would like to thank moodymel for there feed back. I would also like to thank minniemousemom for there constant reviews. Another special thank you goes out to my biggest fan wyndklaw73 for the help cheering me up. I can never seem to find the right way to start a chapter at first without you this chapter wouldnt have even begun or turned out so well lol. Still no pairing as of yet as I am weighting my options. Still open for suggestions. There is also another look at some of the psychological side effects of the jutsu. As always I appreciate reviews they're inspiring. Now back to the story.
There he sat his eyes fixated on the cream colored walls his eyes trying to bore themselves into and if it were possible carve a hole in it. The chakra restraints placed on his back sapping him almost dry. His arms chained to the bed he was forced to reside in a prisoner of this god forsake hospital. He already hated hospitals this only served to deepen his loathing. To make matters worse no one had informed him of Sakura's condition. Looking out the window mantled upon the door to his self proclaimed cell he could see an Anbu just barely. A sigh pushing it's way through his lips as he waited restlessly for anyone who could give him the information he so desperately craved. He had gone so far as to refuse treatment until he was allotted some kind of information on her condition. The door opened slowly as a woman steeped in her long blond hair pulled into a bun as to avoid it being caught by a patient. This was the psychiatric ward after all. There was no telling what would happen if some of the more dangerous wards were able to catch her in such a vulnerable way. A smile that she had been practicing for almost a half hour on her face. Her eyes holding anger and hurt as she looked at the former sensei.
"Mr. Hatake I hear you have been giving my staff a hard time. You must understand that without treatment your condition will continue to decline." The resentment clearly lacing her voice. The pen within her hand moving slowly as she updated the file she held. Setting it aside she made her way across the room to the man whom refused to cooperate.
"You are not my doctor. That is unless your here to do as I have asked the other nurses and tell me the condition of Sakura Haruno." His voice was firm and his tone left no room for error in her mind. Now she was beyond pissed off he could see it in her Cerulean eyes. Assessing her muscle build and fluid near soundless movements she was more than likely a medic-nin. She seemed almost familiar in some ways. The way her hair covered her eye was so similar to someone he had known, but who. Then it hit him this was Deidara of the Akatsuki. Trying to jeer his body from the bed where he was tethered.
"Get away from me Akatsuki filth! How have you managed to infiltrated the village What have you done with Sakura?" This is why she hadn't come to see him he rationalized. She must be captive somewhere in the hospital was this a hospital or an elaborate gen jutsu? No that couldn't be right he hadn't felt the tell tale signs. He had to save her! But how, he was chained to a bed which was bolted to the floor, and his chakra was inaccessible. He had no weapons and the sharingan was out of the question. Now adrenaline was coursing through his veins making it difficult to think clearly. How had the village allowed itself to become so blatantly tainted by known criminals? What had happened to Naruto and Sakura. At that thought he snapped. "What have you done with my Sakura? Where is she?"
Saying that Ino was shocked would have been an understatement to say the least. She knew that Kakashi was dealing with a serious case of PTS but it seemed there was something else. The metal of his restraints called there protest as he struggled to break them. Her eyes widening as she took a step back and called the Anbu guards at the door to restrain him. Once that was complete she removed a hypodermic needle from the locked cabinet along with a sedative and began to dose it. Taking care to get the right amount and expel any air that may be within the chamber she quickly turned and rushed to Kakashi's side. The anbu assisted in holding his arm exposing her target as Kakashi renewed his violent flailing. With little time to aim and immense accuracy she plunged the metallic tip within his flesh and pressed the plunger down injecting him just in time to be slung across the room with the anbu. Her breathing came heavily as both she and the anbu exited quickly. Her body on auto pilot she made her way to find Tsunade.
Meanwhile said Hokage was walking into Sakura's room. Giving her former apprentice a once over she sighed. The girl looked so tired, as if the wind would knock her over at any second. Tsunade knew that Sakura would be worn after completing such a dangerous jutsu. This however did not explain why the younger woman had fail to take care of herself. She would find out the reason for her students self destructive actions and if necessary put her in a room in the same ward as Kakashi.
"Did I make the deadline shishuo?" Sakura's cracked voice broke her from her thoughts.
"What deadline Sakura?" Her eyes narrowed. Did someone impose there authority on Sakura? Who would do such an ignorant thing?
"Tora-sama told me that if I didn't have results by dinner that I would be shut down. Oh god I failed didn't I." She began to shake her lack of self confidence now bleeding into her voice as tears welled in her eyes. "I thought I had succeeded. It must have been a hallucination."
"So that's what led you to do such a dangerous thing. Sakura, Kakashi is alive admitted to the hospital, but healthy for the most part. Be proud of yourself you have performed a miracle. Still you have disappointed me. You neglected your own body, and put yourself in danger. Get some rest you can leave tomorrow and I want a full report the day after. I also want all research and results in detail on my desk at that time. You are off active duty, not to mention hospital duty, and you may not use your chakra at all until further notice and I will not hear a word of protest about it or I will demote you to genin after giving you a proper beating is that clear?" Her words would seem harsh to anyone else, yet to Sakura she knew that they were a mask to convey the truth. Tsunade was worried about her and wanted her to get some proper rest. With a solid nod Sakura smiled.
"Where is Kakashi sensei? Is he in stable condition? Have you noted any side effects? Wa..." Sakura was silenced by the look she was given by the busty blond. A timid smile peaked from her lips.
"He has been admitted to the psychiatric ward. He is suffering from Post traumatic stress that we know of for sure. Which leads me to my question I hoped to avoid. Have you and Hatake been romantically involved in any way, or has he ever expressed a romantic interest to you in any way that you know?" Tsunade's brows knitted together.
"N-no shishuo never. Why has he said something?" Sakura asked thoughtfully. In truth she and Kakashi had never had much contact outside of missions or his stays within the hospital. It seemed odd that this question would come up out of all the possible things that could be asked. If she was completely honest with herself she had never thought about the copy ninja in any way other than professional and platonic. Had he been viewing their relationship of something more than that.
"I thought so but I had to be sure. He's been acting rather odd and causing the staff allot of stress. I think.."
"Lady Tsunade I apologize for the interruption but miss Yamanaka is demanding to speak with you." An anbu interrupted barely holding the shuttering door behind him. Angry muffled curses could be heard from the other side of the door. The voice was unmistakable and growing in irritation Jerking forward the door slapping him across the back causing his mask to fall from his face revealing his dark glasses that concealed his eyes. Quickly concealing his face he turned and swung the door open in a fit of rage.
"I suggest that you refrain from doing that again." His voice deadly calm as his knuckles found there purchase upon the doors frame. His knuckles turning white from the pressure he applies as he tried to restrain himself from thrashing the woman before him. Why couldn't she be more like Sakura, or even Hinata minus the stuttering and self consciousness? It would certainly make her more pleasant to accompany. How did Akimichi stand this volatile woman? She would never know how much she annoyed him. He growled angrily and took a single step toward her. This had its desired effect on her causing her to momentarily forget what she was there for and take a few steps back.
"You have your orders Sakura. I will allow visitors now and remove the anbu guards. Now if you'll excuse me I have to speak with Ino." Tsunade sighed and exited with a very angry anbu behind her.