Broken Bonds: A Journey to Redemption
Summary: After Naruto's defeat at the Valley of the End, he's left shattered and on the brink of suicide. In a desperate attempt to save him, Sakura marries Naruto and makes a deal with Kyuubi to set them both on a path towards healing and redemption. But the journey ahead is perilous and fraught with challenges, as they confront their past traumas and strive to rebuild their broken bonds. Thanks to unexpected allies, Naruto and Sakura must fight to overcome their demons and find a new future together.
Chapter Four: Turbulent Times and Troubled Minds
The door creaked open, breaking the serene silence that had enveloped his thoughts. Sakura's head appeared at the entrance, her face adorned with a gentle smile that radiated warmth.
Her eyes, glinting with a playful mischief, met his gaze before she broke the silence, her voice echoing softly in the room. "The ANBU tell me you've been following my instructions to the letter, soooooooo..."
With that, she stepped fully into the room, her movements as elegant as a dance. In her hands, she clutched a carry-out box from Ichiraku's. The sight of the box stirred his stomach into a rumble so loud it could have been mistaken for a growl, causing a blush to spread across Naruto's face. Sakura's melodious laughter filled the room as she set the box next to him. Lifting the lid, she revealed three steaming bowls of ramen.
"Specially for you," she said, handing him the first bowl. Her voice held a hint of command that left no room for argument.
"The one you're holding is pork, and the other two are beef and chicken. And remember," she tapped him lightly on the head, her tone taking on a stern edge, "eat everything. Wasting food and squandering money are not to be taken lightly."
Naruto's response was a quiet grumble, but he did as he was told, beginning to eat. The noodles, rich with flavor, were a delight on his taste buds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. After swallowing a mouthful, he turned to Sakura, concern etched on his face. "What about you? Have you eaten yet?"
In response, Sakura simply held up a single container and a carry bag. She settled down next to him, chopsticks poised over her own bowl of ramen. A comfortable silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of them eating. As the minutes passed, a shared sentiment emerged between them; a mutual sense of contentment that could only be described as...nice.
By the time Sakura had finished her bowl, Naruto had devoured all three of his. As he placed his empty bowls back into the box, Sakura added hers to the pile. She rose from the bed, fetching the carry bag that had been discarded earlier. Naruto watched confused as she opened the bag, his cheeks flaming when he caught sight of a pair of her panties peeking out from the top. Her chuckle filled the room, a sound that made his heart skip a beat.
"Pervert," came a voice in his head.
His blush deepened, but he retorted defiantly, "There's nothing wrong with lusting over my wife a little. Oh Kami, Sakura's my wife! MY wife!"
Laughter echoed in his mind, courtesy of Kyuubi.
As Sakura began to change into her night clothes, her face suddenly hardened. She scanned the room, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"If there are any male ANBU in this room, leave before I kill you!" she commanded.
The room suddenly felt devoid of presence, the hasty retreat of the ANBU palpable in the air. Sakura's light chuckle filled the room, mirrored by the stifled giggles of the remaining female ANBU operatives.
The sight of Sakura's lithe form dressing for the night was a sight to behold. Her breasts, though not overly large, suited her perfectly. Beneath her clothes, she was well proportioned—a pink-haired goddess.
"MY goddess," Naruto thought, feeling a warm flush spread across his face at the notion. Kyuubi's laughter echoed again in his mind, amused by the boy's innocent awe.
As she began to change, Naruto tried to avert his gaze, but he couldn't resist stealing glances at her lithe form. Her beauty was breathtaking, her body perfectly balanced in its proportions.
The sight stirred a sense of pride within him. "She's my wife," he thought, his heart pounding in his chest at the realization. "MY wife!"
Kyuubi's laughter echoed louder in his mind at Naruto's innocent admiration.
Gratefully, Sakura had not changed her underwear. Naruto wasn't sure he could handle such a sight without a nosebleed that would probably send him reeling.
His cheeks burned as he watched her slip into a pair of navy shorts and reach for her top. As she did, she seemed to remember her remaining audience.
Her cheeks colored slightly as she stamped down her typical reaction to such situations. "He's my husband now," she reasoned to herself, a blush creeping into her cheeks as well. "We're going to see each other naked at some point."
Kyuubi, sensing Sakura's thoughts through the seal, could not hold back his laughter.
A playful thought suddenly came to Sakura. "Why not have a little fun?" she thought, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face.
She turned to Naruto, her voice dripping with seduction. "Like what you see, dearest?"
Naruto's nosebleed nearly propelled him into the wall. He managed to stay put, but he was left lying there on the bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling with one hand clamped over his nose.
Meanwhile, in the Hokage's office, Tsunade was clutching her sides, barely containing her laughter. Jiraiya, too, had succumbed to the hilarity of the situation, falling to the floor as laughter overtook him.
Back in the room, Sakura giggled at her husband's reaction, pulling her oversized white T-shirt over her head before moving towards the bed.
"Feeling alright, Na-ru-to-kun?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
Naruto, his hand still clamped over his nose, looked away and grumbled, "Vixen..."
Sakura's laughter filled the room once more as she slipped under the sheets. When Naruto's gaze snapped back to her, she gently removed his hand and placed a finger to his lips.
"Just because we are married doesn't mean we shouldn't share a bed," she reasoned, her voice soft. "It is my duty to be near you, after all."
Seeing no argument against this, Naruto decided to hold his tongue. He wrapped an arm around her slender form and closed his eyes.
As the two of them settled into each other, they couldn't help but think as they drifted off to sleep, "This feels so...right."
Meanwhile, in a separate location, Kimimaro and Tayuya found themselves in a predicament.
"Damn these restraints," Kimimaro muttered, frustration lining his voice, "I could have used my Dead Bone Pulse."
"Those bastards had to take my flute," Tayuya replied bitterly, her voice laced with anger.
A voice from a nearby cell piped up, clearly annoyed, "Will you two shut up about your powers already? Or I'll ensure you're killed before the executioners have a chance."
Tayuya's retort was swift and venomous, "How about you shut up, or I will ensure you'll be singing soprano before I'm through with you, and then we'll see how you like having your own manhood shoved down your throat."
The man fell silent, disappearing back into his cell. The threat hung in the air, a stark reminder of the power they held, even when imprisoned.
Next morning Naruto awoke abruptly, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room. His mind struggled to readjust itself after the whirlwind of events from the previous day. "Where am I?" he thought, his memory slowly piecing together the reality. "Oh yeah, that's right. Still in the hospital room."
A wry smile played on his lips as he couldn't help but reflect on the outrageous dream he had just experienced. "Have to admit, though," he mused, "that had to have been one of the craziest dreams I've ever had." The mere thought of Sakura marrying him made him chuckle. "Pffft, yeah right. That girl has her head so far up that bastard Uchiha's ass, she can look out his mouth when he speaks."
His musings were abruptly interrupted by a soft, sleepy mewl beside him. Naruto turned his gaze towards the source of the sound, and his heart skipped a beat. He could hardly believe his eyes. There, peacefully slumbering next to him, was Sakura Haruno—no, Sakura Uzumaki-Namikaze.
A mix of surprise and joy surged through Naruto's veins as he fought to contain his startled yell. His mind raced to comprehend the reality before him. Sakura, his long-time friend and confidante, was now his wife. The weight of this newfound bond settled deep within him, tinged with a hint of disbelief.
Gently, Naruto reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Sakura's serene face. He marveled at her beauty, her features softened by the tranquility of sleep. The love he had always carried for her, once a distant dream, had blossomed into a reality he never thought possible.
As he sat there, watching her chest rise and fall with every peaceful breath, a surge of gratitude washed over Naruto. Gratitude not only for the love he now shared with Sakura, but also for the incredible journey that had led them to this point. The trials, the battles, and the sacrifices—all of it had brought them together, against all odds.
Naruto couldn't help but smile, his heart overflowing with a mixture of emotions. At that moment, he vowed to protect and cherish Sakura with every fiber of his being. He knew that their path wouldn't always be easy, but together, as husband and wife, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead and create their own destiny.
And so, Naruto leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on Sakura's forehead, sealing their bond in that quiet hospital room. The world outside may have been filled with chaos and uncertainty, but in that small, intimate space, their love shone brightly, illuminating their shared future.
His gaze locked onto her, his eyes widening with disbelief and shock. For what felt like an eternity, Naruto stared at Sakura, his mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events. His mouth opened and closed, but no words escaped his lips, leaving him in a state of speechless astonishment.
Slowly, he averted his gaze, shifting his attention towards the plain ceiling above. His body grew motionless, frozen in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. How on earth had any of this unfolded? In the span of a moment, he had gone from the depths of despair, contemplating his demise, to finding himself bound to the girl he had always yearned for—a desire he believed would forever remain unattainable.
The absurdity of the situation struck him. It felt like a plot straight out of those cheesy romance novels, where the hero's attempts to express his love to the heroine crumbled into failure, pushing him to the brink of despair and contemplating suicide. Yet, in a convenient twist, the heroine would suddenly realize her hidden passion for him and rescue him from the abyss, leading to their ultimate union and passionate encounters.
Naruto couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle, tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Yep," he thought, "just like one of those clichéd romance novels." However, he lamented the absence of the steamy, primal intimacy that often filled those pages. It was a shame because, secretly, he cherished the idea of experiencing that raw, intense connection with Sakura.
A tinge of sadness washed over him, casting a shadow upon his thoughts. Though invisible to his own eyes, he felt the reflection of despair staring back at him from within his heart. Deep down, Naruto knew that Sakura's actions were driven not by love, but by a desperate attempt to keep him alive. Yet, her words from the night before echoed in his mind, stirring a glimmer of hope within him.
"I swear to you... I will do everything in my power to make you happy..."
Despite his doubts and suspicions, Naruto dared to allow himself to believe in her words. For so long, he had yearned for someone who would genuinely care, even if it was just a fraction of affection. And now that this unexpected connection had materialized, he found himself grappling with disbelief, unable to fully accept the reality before him.
His gaze lingered on Sakura, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and awe. Every detail of her presence was etched into his memory, as if he wanted to capture the essence of her being, fearing that it might all vanish like a fleeting dream. The way her slender body nestled against his own sent shivers of anticipation down his spine, the closeness between them just right, neither too tight nor uncomfortable. Her shoulder-length hair cascaded gracefully on the bed, forming a delicate pink halo around her head, accentuating her ethereal beauty.
A small smile played on Sakura's lips, revealing her contentment and ease in this intimate moment. Her right hand rested gently on his chest, a tender connection that made his heart skip a beat. In his eyes, she was now an embodiment of a goddess, a divine presence that had graced his life. He silently prayed that the gods above would allow this cherished memory to endure for eternity.
As if sensing his wakefulness, Sakura's drowsy eyelids fluttered open, revealing the sleepy enchantment within her gaze. Slowly, she turned her head to meet his eyes, her smile unwavering and radiant. Leaning closer, she whispered softly, her words like a sweet melody, "Good morning, husband," before planting a tender kiss upon his lips. The touch of her lips was a gentle caress, awakening a rush of warmth and affection within him.
Resting her head upon his chest, Sakura let her hand idly trace circles, her fingers dancing with a delicate grace. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled her ears, a soothing symphony that resonated deep within her soul. Tempted by the tranquility of the moment, she contemplated tapping her fingers in sync with his heartbeat, creating a symphony of their love, a harmonious connection between their souls.
The room was enveloped in a hushed stillness, the air heavy with a sense of anticipation. Suddenly, a soft, almost timid knock resonated through the room, causing Sakura's heavy eyelids to flutter open. She let out a tired groan, her body aching from the restless night's sleep. The sound had interrupted a dream, a fleeting moment of tranquility that now felt like a distant memory. An intermingling of annoyance and curiosity flickered across Sakura's face as she slowly sat up, her tousled hair falling in disarray around her shoulders.
Her voice, laced with a hint of weariness, echoed through the room as she called out, "Who is it?" The words carried a touch of impatience, a reflection of her desire to cling to the remnants of sleep that still clung to her.
The door creaked open, revealing a sliver of light as Neko's head timidly popped in. Sakura's drowsy eyes met Neko's, her face a canvas of mild irritation mixed with a tinge of curiosity. Neko's voice quivered slightly as she relayed the message, her words stumbling over each other in a nervous rush, "Sakura-san, The Fifth Hokage would like to speak with you in her office. It's about the Council meeting today."
Sakura's groan grew louder, her exhaustion becoming increasingly apparent. She sighed, her breath heavy with a mixture of resignation and a touch of frustration. With a slight nod, she responded, her voice carrying a trace of drowsiness that hung in the air like a heavy fog, "Fine. Let her know I'll be there as soon as I shower and change." The words dripped with a sense of obligation, the weight of duty settling heavily on her shoulders.
Neko obediently closed the door, leaving Sakura alone with her thoughts. The room seemed to close in on her, the walls suffocating close, as if mirroring the pressure she felt building within her. The impending Council meeting loomed like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over her already fatigued spirit. Sakura sat up, her movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to shake off the drowsiness that clung to her like a persistent fog. She yawned, her fatigue etched on her face, the weariness visible in the heavy droop of her eyes. Instinctively, she reached up to rub her eyes, her fingers tracing the delicate contours in an attempt to wipe away the remnants of sleep.
Turning her gaze towards Naruto, her voice was filled with a mix of concern and consideration, her words a soothing balm for their shared weariness, "Do you want me to grab you some food from the cafeteria? It might be a while before the nurses bring you breakfast." Her concern for Naruto's well-being overshadowed her own weariness, her empathy shining through despite her own exhaustion.
Naruto's response was a barely audible murmur, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He shook his head gently, his eyes closing as he sought solace in the comfort of his bed. "No. That's okay. I'm not all that hungry yet." The words carried a weight of exhaustion, his weariness seeping into every syllable.
A mischievous smile played on Sakura's lips, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as a surge of warmth and affection filled her being. With a swift movement, she leaned in towards Naruto, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of pent-up emotions. She savored the taste of the moment, the mingling of their breaths, and the way their hearts seemed to beat in sync. In that brief instant, time stood still, and she reveled in the joy of finally expressing her feelings, even if it caught Naruto off guard. Sakura's thoughts swirled with a mix of amusement and fondness, her inner voice whispering, "Poor boy. He just doesn't know how to take me finally kissing him." With a gentle giggle escaping her lips, she broke away from the kiss and got out of bed, her hand instinctively reaching for her bag, ready to face the day that lay ahead.
Regaining her composure, Sakura rose from the bed, her movements now purposeful, as if fueled by the newfound energy coursing through her veins. She reached for the carry bag nearby, her fingers curling around the handles, the sensation grounding her in the present moment. With determined steps, she made her way towards the bathroom, the click of the lock sealing her in a small sanctuary, a temporary respite from the demands of the outside world.
With a microscopic focus, she leaned into the mirror's cold, glassy surface. Each elongated second felt like an eternity as she examined her skin, hunting meticulously for any blemishes – spots, blotches, anything that dared mar her complexion. Turning her attention towards the shower, her mind heavy with a torrent of thoughts, she adjusted the temperature to her precise liking – a balance between a comfortable warmth and a brisk coolness that could jolt her awake.
Slipping out of her sleepwear, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she shed the remnants of a restless night. The initial steps into the shower were a catharsis of sorts, the rush of water drizzling over her skin, cocooning her in its comforting warmth. Each droplet resonated on her skin, striking a rhythm that was soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within her. As the water cascaded over her, she found herself ensnared in the echoes of the past, the last twenty-four hours replaying in her mind like a relentless movie reel.
A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her, a gentle gust of happiness that she had been able to lend a hand to Naruto. He, who deserved every ounce of happiness in the world, now had a chance to grasp it. Yet, a knot of worry coiled in her stomach, gnawing at her insides at the thought of how the village would react to his newfound status as the Namikaze heir.
The suicide attempt, a heart-wrenching spectacle, wouldn't suffice to bring everyone to their senses. Instead, she envisioned a change in their demeanor, a superficial attempt to curry Naruto's favor, especially now that Sasuke was no longer in the picture.
"Oh Kami..." She muttered to herself, her fingers sliding over the slick shower tiles as if seeking an anchor, "Sasuke..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her mind echoing the name like a haunting refrain.
The very thought of him caused her to freeze mid-action, the soap in her hands a forgotten accessory. Her heart clenched with a pain so fierce, it felt as though she had been physically struck. Yes, she had been willing to help Naruto, but the full weight of her actions and their implications crashed into her with the force of a tsunami as she pondered on the memory of the traitorous nin.
An oppressive tightness gripped her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She leaned heavily against the shower wall, her body trembling as she waited for the crippling wave of emotion to recede.
"Why, Sasuke?" She questioned the empty bathroom, her voice echoing off the tiles, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and pain. "I gave you everything except my own virginity, and even that, I suspect, wouldn't have been enough for you. Would it?" Her love for him had been a blazing, desperate thing, a desire to see him smile, to see him let go of his clan's tragic past. But he had remained as cold and unyielding as ice, his perception of her attempts to help him as signs of weakness. "Why didn't you let any of us in?"
With a heavy sigh that fogged up the shower enclosure, she whispered to the cascading water, "Why did you have to leave?"
Tears, hot and scalding against her skin, slipped down her cheeks as she slid to her knees, her sobs echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom. The pain in her heart was a physical presence, wrenching and twisting with a ferocity that left her breathless.
Meanwhile, the Fire Daimyo peered out of his carriage window, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking view that unfolded as they crested a large hill. Down below, the Shinobi village of Konoha stretched out before him, renowned as one of the best within all the Elemental Nations. Its reputation preceded it, a testament to its strength and prowess in the Shinobi world.
Granted, all Daimyos believed their village to be the best – except for the Wind Daimyo, though personally, he wondered if there was something mentally wrong with that man; "What kind of idiot hinders their own Shinobi forces, one of the three main branches of his country's army?"
The difference here was that the Fire Daimyo knew his was one of the top two, if not number one. Konoha had survived three Shinobi wars and a rather large-scale invasion, and the village had always stood intact. In fact, it was because of the ninja being so successful in those wars that the Daimyo's family had received several annexes to Hi no Kuni. Still, the major word in all of this was "supposed".
The Daimyo had been aware that some things had been slipping since the end of the Third Shinobi War, but he had never realized that things had gotten this bad. Sarutobi had assured him that things were going smoothly, but it appears that his definition of "smooth" didn't match the Daimyo's.
Honestly.
The Fire Daimyo's grip tightened around the edge of the carriage window as his mind raced with turbulent thoughts. "What was the man thinking, hiding the boy's heritage?" he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with incredulity. Frustration etched deep lines on his forehead, visible evidence of his inner turmoil.
With a swift motion, he turned away from the window, his eyes darting around the opulent carriage interior. His gaze landed on a small table adorned with delicate porcelain figurines, a testament to the luxury he resided in. Without conscious thought, his hand reached out, snatching one of the figurines off the table, his fingers tightening around it in a mixture of anger and confusion.
"Iwa wouldn't have been stupid enough to waste resources to go after one little boy," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of irritation and disbelief. The Fire Daimyo's other hand gestured emphatically as he paced back and forth within the confined space. The figurine in his hand trembled slightly, threatened to shatter under the intensity of his grip.
"And besides, Minato's actions in the last war were just that – acts of war," he continued, his voice gaining intensity. He gestured with the figurine, his arm slicing through the air, as if mimicking the swift movements of a battle. "It's not like when the fighting ended, he decided to take out a personal vendetta against all Iwa Shinobi, and they know it," he declared, his eyes ablaze with determination.
In a sudden surge of frustration, the Fire Daimyo released his grip on the figurine, thrusting it back onto the table with a resounding thud. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts and regain composure. "No, I don't know Sarutobi's reasoning for this," he admitted, his voice now tinged with a somber tone. He paused, his eyes searching the carriage walls as if hoping to find answers written there.
"But he was either becoming too senile, had some sort of ulterior motive in all this, or made an honest error in judgment that he later came to regret," he concluded, his voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and trepidation. The Fire Daimyo's shoulders slumped as he sank into the plush seat, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I'm just afraid to know which is true," he whispered, his voice laced with a vulnerability that belied his powerful position.
Leaning his head out the window, a mixture of anticipation and determination etched across his face, the Daimyo eagerly scanned the surroundings as his carriage trundled along the winding road. His commander, a Stoic figure on horseback, silently rode up alongside the carriage, sensing the urgency in his lord's demeanor. With furrowed brows and a slight nod, the commander acknowledged the unspoken request to investigate the cause of their sluggish progress.
"See if you can coax a little more speed out," the Daimyo's voice carried a touch of impatience, intermingled with an underlying sense of urgency. His words dripped with authority, conveying his high expectations. "The meeting starts at ten, so I intend to be there at nine."
Responding to the unyielding determination in his lord's voice, the commander straightened his back, his posture radiating a sense of unwavering loyalty. Urging his steed forward, he barked out orders to the carriage's accompanying retinue, demanding a hastened pace. The sound of hooves echoed in the air as horses surged forward, muscles flexing under the strain of increased speed.
Leaning back into the plush confines of his chair, the Daimyo's mind wandered momentarily, his thoughts consumed by memories of Minato and Kushina, two individuals who had once placed unwavering faith in him. A profound mix of gratitude and responsibility washed over him, their unwavering support serving as a guiding light in his darkest hours. "Minato, Kushina," he whispered softly under his breath, his voice tinged with a bittersweet longing. "You once put your faith in me and helped me however you could. Let me return the favor by helping your son."
As the carriage continued its journey, the Daimyo's gaze fixed upon the horizon, his eyes capturing the fleeting landscapes in a blur. Determination etched deep lines on his face, his jaw set with an unwavering resolve. The weight of his duty and the promises made intertwined within his being, fueling his every action.
Engulfed in her solitude, Sakura found herself losing track of time. She was oblivious to how long she had been sprawled on the cool tiles of the shower, letting the scalding water wash over her. The cascade, once comforting, had grown relentless, pummeling her without reprieve, just as her grief did. Had mere seconds passed, or had minutes slipped away? Surely, it hadn't been too long. The vigilant ANBU would have commandeered her to Tsunade by now. Yet, every tick of the clock felt like a tortuous eternity, each moment steeped in sorrow, every second stretching into an hour as her heart was splintered further into fragments.
Knowing she had precious little time left, she mustered every bit of her remaining strength, pulling herself back onto shaky feet. She methodically completed her cleansing rituals, her movements mechanical, before finally depriving the shower of its purpose. Swiftly, she toweled herself dry, slipped into her clothes with an air of detachment. Approaching the mirror, she took a long, hard look at the reflection staring back.
Her eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, were red-rimmed and puffy from the relentless weeping. She sighed with relief, realizing she had some make-up stowed away in her bag that could serve as a makeshift mask.
"Naruto must never see me this way. If he learns that I've been shedding tears over Sasuke, he'll assume I'm the same, unchanging Sakura despite my best efforts," she contemplated, her heart heavy with a cocktail of emotions.
"But is that going to be a permanent solution, Sakura? This isn't a superficial wound; it goes far deeper," Kyuubi's voice echoed in her mind, jolting her.
Taken aback, Sakura whipped around, her gaze darting around the room searching for the source. "Kyuubi-dono?"
"Indeed. You reacted rather calmly. I suppose having another sentient been sharing your mind space makes such surprises easier to handle," Kyuubi retorted, a note of sarcasm in his voice.
Sakura rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to her make-up. "With all due respect, Kyuubi-dono, is there a point to this interruption? I'm in a bit of a hurry here."
"Your time would have been better spent if you hadn't wasted it mourning the loss of a traitor. Listen, I understand. You're young, and this heartbreak has hit you harder than it would most your age. However, concealing this won't benefit anyone, least of all Naruto. If he senses that you're hiding something, his trust in you-" Kyuubi was cut off mid-sentence.
"Will be irrevocably damaged, and I'll find myself back at square one, tied to a man who can barely stand my presence. I get it. Allow me to handle my issues with Sasuke while you keep a watchful eye on our boy. Revealing these feelings to him now will only cause more harm than good. I assure you, I'll be fine," Sakura interjected, her tone laced with finality.
A heavy silence hung in the room before Kyuubi exhaled a sigh of resignation. "Very well, do as you see fit. But remember our agreement: harm Naruto, and you'll face the consequences. Don't forget that," the fox warned.
With a discreet nod, Sakura acknowledged his words. "I remember."
Returning her gaze to her reflection, she scrutinized her appearance. Content with her 'repaired' look, she painted a convincing smile on her face. "If I upset him, he'll worry. He's still the same Naruto, regardless of his mood swings."
"That he indeed is," Kyuubi concurred.
Sakura turned the doorknob, her hand trembling slightly as she pushed the door open, revealing the room where her husband lay. With a deep breath, she stepped inside, her movements filled with a sense of duty rather than romantic anticipation.
She placed the bag she was carrying near the room's entrance, a practical gesture rather than a loving one. Walking over to her husband's bedside, she observed him, his eyes fluttering open as he heard her exit the bathroom.
Approaching him, Sakura's expression softened, though her feelings were complicated. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, a chaste and calculated kiss devoid of passion. As she pulled away, she met his gaze, her hand reaching up to stroke his whiskers gently.
A purr rumbled through him, and Sakura suppressed any hint of amusement, maintaining a composed smile. Her voice, low and controlled, carried a hint of concern as she spoke, "I'll hopefully be back for lunch. If I don't make it back in time, I'll ask Lady Tsunade if she can have some ANBU bring some ramen for you. Okay?"
He nodded slightly, and Sakura couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that her plan was progressing. She gave him another brief kiss, devoid of genuine affection, before swiftly leaving the room, her emotions hidden behind a facade of determination.
Outside, Sakura turned, acknowledging Neko's presence with a nod. Neko's hand rested on her shoulder, a gesture of support, but Sakura's mind was focused on the task at hand. Neko's words broke through her thoughts, "The Fifth Hokage requests you come the quickest way possible, so I'll be taking you via shunshin. Are you ready?"
Sakura nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and apprehension. In an instant, they disappeared in a puff of smoke, whisked away by Neko's shunshin technique.
Reappearing in Tsunade's office moments later, Sakura's gaze fell upon the Hokage, who sat behind her desk, engrossed in her work. Tsunade glanced up, acknowledging Sakura's presence with a nod of gratitude. Neko saluted, announcing Sakura's arrival, and then promptly departed, leaving the two women alone in the room.
Taking a seat in front of the desk, Sakura's posture mirrored her internal struggle. She wasn't feeling entirely comfortable since her shower, a mix of anxiety and responsibility weighing heavily on her mind.
She chose to let Tsunade take the lead, her guard up to avoid any unnecessary slip of emotions that could jeopardize her mission. She knew she had enough anxiety already, and she couldn't afford to let it cloud her judgment.
Tsunade seemed satisfied with her preparations, her sigh of contentment filling the room. Leaning back in her chair, she regarded Sakura, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her voice carried a mix of warmth and authority as she spoke, "An ANBU I had set to watch the road from the capital just sent me a missive. The Daimyo has decided to arrive early, possibly to help throw the Council off-guard. If they try to meet without requesting his presence, then it will be considered an insult to his name and could lead to their executions. He will meet with them when he's good and ready. Not even the Council is stupid enough to try the patience of the Fire Daimyo. We could even go so far as to have them sitting on their heels for weeks regarding this, though that would give them a chance to build their case against Naruto as well."
Sakura forced a smile in response, her own emotions tightly controlled. She asked, her voice betraying little emotion, "So what do we do now, Lady Tsunade?"
Tsunade's gaze held a mix of determination and strategy. She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Sakura's, acknowledging the weight of their mission. Her voice carried a sense of purpose, "For now, we wait. The Fire Daimyo will be approaching the town gates within twenty minutes. I'll then leave to go and meet with him to bring him back to my office. While the Council scrambles in a panic to try and piece together their shoddy evidence, Jiraiya and I will present the Daimyo with our findings, as well as introduce you to him as Naruto's wife. He'll listen to our stories before calling to convene the meeting. The Council may try to bluster their way into coaxing the Daimyo to their point of view, but it won't get far."
Sakura nodded, her gaze filled with a mix of determination and confusion. She understood that the path ahead would be challenging, requiring introspection and self-discovery. Despite the uncertainty, she was resolved to navigate her feelings with honesty, giving herself the time and space needed to decipher the truth that lay within her conflicted heart.
"What do you need me to do?" Sakura asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and determination, her emerald eyes reflecting her unwavering resolve.
"The timing of this is crucial for you, Sakura," Tsunade responded, her voice laced with urgency. "When I counter their claims to have Naruto removed from the ranks by saying that he is the dual heir of two well-respected Shinobi clans, they will try to go for the 'puppet heir' route, mercilessly questioning Naruto's lineage. They'll argue that it's impossible for Naruto to be Minato's and Kushina's child. At that very moment, you must step forward and call for an independent party to perform the blood tests, unveiling the truth of his heritage."
Tsunade's words hung in the air, the weight of the situation sinking in. Sakura's heart raced, her mind envisioning the consequences if they failed to act swiftly. The Council's influence would grow unchecked, hindering progress and casting doubt upon Naruto's rightful place. She knew that once the existence of these crucial documents was discovered, the Council would stop at nothing to obliterate any proof that stood in their way.
A determined nod escaped Sakura's lips, her fiery spirit ready to face the challenge ahead. Tsunade rose from her desk, her presence commanding as she circled Sakura, assessing her with a critical eye. A broad smile curved Tsunade's lips, and she couldn't help but let out a playful wink, a glimmer of nostalgia dancing in her eyes.
"You know, you are eerily similar to my own size back when I was your age," Tsunade remarked, her voice brimming with fondness. "I happen to have a kimono I never got around to using way back when, and we have just enough time to see if it fits."
With a comforting hand placed on Sakura's shoulder, the two powerful women vanished in a flash of speed, utilizing the shunshin technique to transport themselves to another location.
Ino's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and desperation as she desperately sought answers from her comrades. The room fell into a heavy silence, amplifying the weight of uncertainty that hung in the air. Each member of the once formidable Konoha Eleven, now reduced to a mere group of individuals, wore expressions of bewilderment and concern, adding to the palpable tension.
Their eyes darted anxiously from one another, searching for even the faintest glimmer of understanding. Ino's heart pounded in her chest, her brows furrowing with a deepening worry. She had hoped someone would have a shred of insight, a clue to unravel the enigma that had engulfed their lives.
But disappointment etched itself onto the faces around her as each response echoed with a resounding negative. The absence of any solution or explanation only fueled the wellspring of frustration and fear within Ino. She bit her lip, fighting back the urge to release her pent-up emotions in a torrent of tears.
As the realization sank in that they were all in the same boat, a sense of helplessness washed over the group. They were a tightly-knit team, bound by their shared experiences and unbreakable bonds. Now, scattered and isolated, their unity had shattered, leaving them vulnerable and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
Ino's voice quivered once again, her tone laced with a mixture of desperation and desolation. "Does anyone have any idea what's going on?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
The weight of her words hung in the air, amplifying the collective anguish that had settled upon them all. They were lost, longing for answers that seemed just unreachable, their emotions swirling in a turbulent storm of confusion and worry.
Ino's voice trembled with a mixture of worry and confusion as she and the others sat at their table, their lunch growing cold and forgotten amidst the unsettling absence of Naruto and Sakura. The once inseparable trio had been torn apart by Sasuke's departure, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill.
Shikamaru's mind was consumed by the distressing events that had unfolded. He had been quiet since his meeting in the Hokage's office, unable to shake the haunting image of Naruto sitting in the rain, laughing like a lunatic.
The disastrous outcome of their first high-rank mission, with his team nearly dying, weighed heavily on him. And now, he was burdened with the knowledge that he had driven one of his squad members to the brink of insanity, forcing him to fight his own best friend.
As Shikamaru stood among the shocked crowd, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the horrifying sight of the other boy attempting to take his own life. The unexpected intervention of the Kyuubi Chakra, saving Naruto from self-destruction, left Shikamaru bewildered and deeply concerned. The memory of Sakura's heartfelt pleas for Naruto's survival played like a haunting melody in his thoughts, a testament to her deep care for their friend and teammate.
Carrying the weight of this knowledge alone, Shikamaru made a difficult choice. He chose to keep the harrowing events to himself, unsure of how to navigate the delicate dynamics within their fractured team. The concern for Naruto's well-being and Sakura's emotional state weighed heavily on his conscience, adding to the burden he already carried.
Despite his desire for things to change and improve, Shikamaru couldn't help but acknowledge that this series of events might have been inevitable. He knew that Naruto would have eventually reached a breaking point; it was only a matter of when.
In the midst of his contemplation, Shikamaru found solace in the shared understanding that he was the only one in his age group who had witnessed the altercation. However, he couldn't dismiss the lingering worry about the impact it might have had on the younger children in the crowd, knowing that some of them would be scarred for life.
Ino's eyes clouded with worry as she contemplated the fate of their friends. The unspoken bond that Naruto and Sakura shared as teammates and friends was evident to everyone, and the absence of both had left a void within their hearts. She longed to understand the current state of Naruto and Sakura, to offer them the support they needed in their darkest moments.
A heavy silence settled over the table, each member lost in their own thoughts and silently grappling with the fractured team dynamic. Ino's voice, filled with genuine concern, broke the silence, "I can't help but wonder how Naruto and Sakura are coping with everything. It's been so long since we've seen them."
Her words hung in the air, a reflection of the collective worry and yearning that bound them together. The absence of Naruto and Sakura was a constant reminder of the trials they faced and the uncertain path ahead. In the face of this uncertainty, their shared hope for the well-being of their friends served as a beacon, guiding them through the shadows that threatened to consume their once unbreakable bond.
To be honest, Ino had not caught a glimpse of Sakura or Naruto since before Sasuke's defection, and it felt as if the two of them had vanished from existence. The absence of her friends weighed heavily on her heart, leaving an empty space that she couldn't ignore.
She refrained from prying too much, understanding that Sakura and Naruto were likely grappling with the deep pain caused by their teammate's betrayal. Ino couldn't help but imagine the anguish she would feel if either Choji or Shikamaru had made such a devastating choice.
As the group gathered, a heavy silence enveloped them, thick with a mix of confusion, worry, and anticipation. They struggled to make sense of the tumultuous events that had unfolded in the past 48 hours, their minds racing with unanswered questions.
Hinata, her usually gentle demeanor tinged with unease, nervously twiddled her fingers, her gaze darting around as she sought any sign of her crush, hoping against hope that this situation had nothing to do with him. Shino, the embodiment of composure, maintained his stoic silence, his unreadable expression betraying no hint of the turmoil within.
Tenten, usually steady and sure, couldn't help but betray her nervousness, her fingers involuntarily fidgeting with a kunai, a testament to the tension that hung in the air. Lee, ever the embodiment of youthful determination, braced himself for whatever lay ahead, his muscles taut and ready, his eyes glinting with a mix of determination and worry.
The recent brush with death that Neji had experienced had left Tenten and Lee on edge, their emotions raw, but they found comfort in knowing that their comrade was now on the path to recovery, resting in the comforting embrace of the hospital.
The weather mirrored the uncertainty that filled their hearts. Dark clouds loomed overhead, casting a somber and foreboding atmosphere upon the plaza. A light drizzle fell from the sky, its gentle touch adding a sense of melancholy to the scene. The air held a chill, seeping into their bones and intensifying the collective unease that gripped them.
Suddenly, a grand carriage adorned with the Fire Daimyo's majestic banner rolled into the plaza, drawing their attention. It was accompanied by a contingent of vigilant samurai, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
Tenten, quick to react, hastily concealed the kunai she had been fidgeting with, not wanting to raise any unnecessary suspicions. The carriage came to a graceful stop outside the towering entrance of the Hokage's Tower, its arrival marking a pivotal moment in their lives.
The Council, a mix of apprehension and eagerness etched upon their faces, hurriedly made their way towards the carriage. Their steps were hurried and unsteady, their excitement at the proximity of their lord causing them to stumble over one another. They were careful, however, not to appear too forward in the presence of their esteemed leader, their respect for him evident in their cautious movements.
With a soft thud, a footman gracefully descended from the driver's seat, swiftly placing a small step in front of the carriage door as it swung open. As the door revealed its contents, all eyes turned towards the figure who emerged. It was none other than Katsuro Ayugai, the twelfth Fire Daimyo, a figure of authority and power. His sharp gaze swept across the village, seemingly narrowed with a hint of displeasure.
The atmosphere grew tense, and a collective gulp rippled through the crowd. It was clear that whatever was unfolding, the Daimyo's presence signaled an air of seriousness and urgency. His mere presence was enough to instill a sense of unease in those who stood before him.
With measured steps, Katsuro Ayugai descended from the carriage, his footsteps landing gently on the plush carpet laid before him. The weight of his presence commanded attention, and the anticipation in the air was almost palpable. Before uttering a single word, a sudden gust of wind swept through the plaza, causing leaves to swirl and dance a few feet in front of him. The unexpected display of nature's whims revealed two figures concealed within the windy vortex, capturing the attention of all present.
Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage, had chosen to don her full regalia, a testament to her status and power. The robes she was cloaked in were crisp and untouched, a symbol of her recent appointment. They bore a slight resemblance to the attire of the Sandaime, yet they were designed to flatter her figure, a feminine touch to the traditional garb. The diamond-shaped hat, a mark of her position, rested proudly on her head, and her eyes sparkled with an unspoken promise of mischief.
A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she faced the Fire Daimyo, a challenging glint in her gaze.
Yet, it was the other figure beside Tsunade that left people gasping for breath. Sakura, the pupil of Tsunade, was a vision in a kimono that Tsunade had selected for her.
It was a relic from the past, tucked away in a box in Tsunade's old home, preserved by stasis seals to keep it in pristine condition despite the passage of time. The kimono was a magnificent display of artistry, a brilliant red canvas adorned with pink blossom petals that seemed to drift from the hem towards her shoulders, as if carried by a gentle breeze. It was cinched at the waist with a dark blue obi sash, adorned with a red cord shaped like a butterfly. The sleeves were long, but not excessively so, indicating Sakura's status as a mature woman.
She held her hands in front of her, right hand over the left one, a sign of grace and respect. Her makeup was minimal, serving only to accentuate her natural beauty and her shoulder-length hair was elegantly pulled into a ponytail, secured with pearl-decorated hairpins. She exuded an aura of quiet confidence and poise, her head held high as she returned the gaze of the Daimyo.
Ino, a fellow kunoichi, found her jaw dropping in awe, and she noticed several others around her mirroring her expression. Is that really Sakura? What's she doing with the Hokage? Why's she dressed up like some nobleman's wife? Is she...? Ino's thoughts trailed off, replaced by a surge of curious anticipation.
Before Ino could resume her mental speculation, Tsunade and Sakura approached the man of the hour, the Daimyo. Tsunade bowed deeply, her voice a blend of respect and warmth as she greeted him. "My lord, you honor our village with your presence. I wish to thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come here."
The man responded with a broad smile, his hand waving dismissively, a sign of his relaxed nature. "Think nothing of it, Tsunade. I actually would have been quite offended if you hadn't informed me of this meeting. I must check up on my Hokage and see how she is doing, after all." His gaze then shifted to Sakura, curiosity lighting his eyes. "And who might you be, my dear? An apprentice of Tsunade's?"
Sakura shared a fleeting look with Tsunade, a silent question passing between them. Tsunade shook her head subtly, the unspoken message clear: Not yet. Understanding the cue, Sakura nodded in response and offered a respectful smile to the Daimyo.
Sakura bowed deeply, her voice steady and polite. "My lord, my name is Sakura. As for my status, that is a minor topic that Tsunade wishes to discuss with you later. For now, you could say I'm in a probationary period of medical apprenticeship."
Tsunade allowed a smug smile to momentarily grace her features, a silent accolade to her protégé. In her mind, she was praising Sakura, "Good girl. Only reveal enough to pique his interest."
Katsuro, the Daimyo, chuckled lightly, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well then. This is a matter I'm eager to hear more about. Shall we retire to your office, Tsunade?"
Tsunade bowed again, the epitome of respect and grace. "Certainly, my lord. If you would kindly follow me." She gestured towards the looming Hokage Tower, a symbol of their village's strength and honor.
Their procession towards the tower was abruptly halted when a council member stepped forward, his voice barely more than a whimper. "B-But, my lord, what about the meeting?"
Katsuro's previously jovial eyes turned frosty, a winter storm brewing within them as he turned his gaze towards the terrified man. "You can save me the trouble of finding you later and take a seat in the meeting room with my samurai. They will ensure that you do not communicate with each other or anyone else until I'm ready to see you."
The man's complexion turned a shade paler, the threat of the Daimyo hanging heavy in the air. Danzo, another council member, facepalmed in frustration, mentally berating the man's folly, while the clan heads shot murderous looks at him, their silent reproach evident.
However, before they could disperse, Katsuro added, "Oh, and if any of you attempt to communicate, it will be seen as treason, and you will be executed."
The Council collectively glared at the frightened man, and in his fear, he lost control of his bladder, much to the amusement of Tsunade and Sakura. Suppressing their giggles, they accompanied Katsuro into the building, the Council trailing behind them.
Ino and the rest of the Genin were left staring at the closing doors, their minds echoing with the same bewildering question, "What on earth is going on?"
