AN: Hello, my darlings! I'm delighted to bring you a new chapter of this absolutely indulgent fic after so long. If you've stuck around, I love and appreciate you very much.

"Ever fallen love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with?" - Ever Fallen in Love by Buzzcocks

"Dai-Nana-Han," Sakura repeats. "We'll shorten it to DNH for promos, merch, tickets, that kind of thing. All going well of course."

She shuffles from foot to foot, a touch of anxiety creeping in. Shikamaru wasn't one to mince his words. Especially not under duress.

"I think it's catchy, don't you?"

"It's not a bad name," Shikamaru grunts, though Sakura can't tell if he likes it: he's struggling through this last rep. "I thought you'd be- ugh, sorry, I need to be done now."

She catches the weight as he lets go of the barbell, placing it neatly back onto the rack and stepping out of his space to let him stand. They've been gym buddies for over a decade, working like a well-oiled machine to get sessions in even during their busiest periods, but it never fails to amuse Sakura that she benches almost double what he does. Pulling pints is lighter work than drumming for hours on end, let alone carpentry. Still, Shikamaru has never been insecure about her strength in comparison to his. It's one of the reasons she's so fond of him.

"Finished?" she asks sweetly.

He rolls his eyes before shrugging in agreement. "Sure. Go get changed and we might not run into Lee."

Sakura doesn't need told twice; their old classmate was a nice guy, but only in small doses. Very small doses. She's ready in record time, hair still damp at the ends from an ultra-fast shower.

"I thought you'd be more prickly about being referred to as a flower," Shikamaru continues as they leave the gym, pausing to tie his shoelace outside the rundown building. "You usually aren't happy about it."

Sakura shrugs. He's right: it comes with the territory, and sometimes she wishes her mama and papa hadn't named her after a flower nor combined their looks to make her turn out the way she did. Haruno Sakura, girl who grew up in an urban wood, with pink hair and sweet green eyes and a naivety she tried hard to hide. A fairy. A flower. Something to be devoured.

There was a reason she learned how to throw punches.

"You haven't met Naruto yet," she says in lieu of a proper explanation. "He's pretty charming, in a brash, I'm-totally-right kind of way."

"Doesn't sound like your kind of person," Shikamaru jokes.

He doesn't even need to mention Ino's name.

Sakura rolls her eyes before hauling him to his feet, gesturing to the threatening rainclouds overhead. He grumbles because he wants a drink from the ancient, broken vending machine. She rebuts by saying she's too tired to kick the bottle free. It's a comfortable dance, the steps well worn by familiarity. She doesn't remember a time before her friendship with Shikamaru and Ino. It's surprising, Sakura muses, that Naruto and Sasuke only met when they were seven.

They have the same from-birth-to-death flavour to their friendship as she does to hers.

Argument resolved - Shikamaru with a drink in hand - they walk in companionable silence home. They're neighbours, houses separated by the copse of trees managed by the Haruno and Nara families.

"Speaking… of Ino," Shikamaru continues eventually, "I haven't seen her in weeks."

And this, Sakura realises, is the reason why Shikamaru wanted to work out today. It's outside of their usual schedule and she'd been hesitant, but his tone of voice over the phone made her leave the studio early to see him. Shikamaru was more than a little in love with Ino, but above that he truly cared for her, and it was out of the ordinary that they hadn't been to the bar together in recent days.

"Yeah, there's something strange going on at the studio," Sakura says, filling him in on the matter of Ino's early debut. When she touches on Obito, Shikamaru crunches the now-empty bottle in his hand with a frown.

"That Uchiha shark? Ino told me about him the last time I saw her in person."

Sakura blinks; it isn't like Ino to share that kind of info with Shikamaru, because it strays a touch too close to the unspoken matter of his more-than-friendly feelings for her. When it came to matters of Ino's magnetic pull on men, Sakura was her preferred agony aunt.

"Really, she spoke about him?"

Shikamaru looks over his shoulder as though their blonde friend might appear out of nowhere before leaning in to whisper his response. He needn't have worried. The road they're on is practically empty of walkers and the traffic is loud enough to keep their conversation private, let alone the ominous rumbling of the sky overhead.

"Sure, she told me all about how you fobbed him off outside the dance class. Which she also filled me in on, by the way."

Shikamaru smirks before raising his voice to a normal level. "I should have warned her how bad a dancer you truly are."

Sakura contemplates kicking him in the shin (a favourite move from their mandatory school dances) but they've still got a while to walk and she can't be bothered with his complaining. Plus there was the matter of how Ino had not explicitly told Shikamaru that she was worried about Obito's direct involvement in her debut. And how his motives seemed suspicious, considering his reputation.

It was a lot to consider, but thankfully Sakura's father needed her in the workshop later. Good old woodworking gave her space to think.

"Wait," she says after a few moments of silence, "I'm not that bad at dancing. Am I?"

Shikamaru opens his mouth to respond before closing it with a snap as the first few droplets of rain touch the pavement.

"I don't want to argue in bad weather," he says, dodging her pointed look. "Let's just say you used up all your coordination with drumming and martial arts."

"Uh-huh… next time I come to the bar," Sakura warns, "I'm going to spill the stickiest drink you serve all over the counter."

"Sure," Shikamaru replies angelically, jogging out of the way when she lunges for him. "I'm sure Haruno Senior will be delighted to hear you ruined his best work."

Sometimes, Sakura thinks, it's a real trial to have friends closer than family.

"It's not like Sakura to leave early, ne?"

It's the first thing Naruto has said in an hour. Sasuke shrugs, turning back to his guitar with an admirable impression of disinterest. In no way fooled, Naruto heaves himself up from the recording room's plush chair to sit directly in front of him, tapping Sakura's discarded drumsticks on the floor so badly out of time that Sasuke's fingers falter on the strings.

That's what he tells himself, at least. Definitely nothing to do with Sakura's unexplained departure.

"Don't ignore me, teme, I know you're curious too."

"Mm-hm."

"You are, Sasuke. You've played the same 4-chord progression over and over and over for like, fifty minutes. Are you writing a pop song or what?"

Sasuke startles before launching a disgusted kick in Naruto's direction. But he's not fooled by that either, darting out of the way with a laugh so devious that the conversation in the corridor outside pauses. Kakashi had been pulled out of their session to talk to another manager, leaving the pair of them to stew over their drummer's sudden disappearance. Naruto had clearly come to the end of his patience.

"So what do you think? I hope it's nothing serious."

Naruto sounds genuinely concerned, because of course he is - Sasuke doesn't know anyone more empathetic - but it's not like he isn't worried too. They'd been right in the sweet spot of practice, warmed up and jamming well, and it really was unusual that she'd leave in the middle of things. He'd only known her for a short while, but she was at least as dedicated as the rest of them.

"If it was bad, she'd have let Kakashi know what it was when she was leaving."

"Yeah, and 'something's come up, I'm very sorry' could absolutely mean it's bad, Sasuke."

Sasuke sighs, finally putting his guitar down. They'll get nowhere like this, with half the band gone and Naruto's fidgeting approaching critical levels. He's got a dinner booked with his parents and brother tonight, but it's the last thing he feels like after a disappointing studio session. Naruto's incessant worrying notwithstanding, Sasuke figures he'll feel better when the matter is put to rest. One less thing to worry about while choking down food under his father's disapproving gaze.

He's also keen to hear from Sakura, not that he'd admit it out loud.

"You've got her number, right?" Sasuke says, pointing to Naruto's charm-laden phone. "So text her and ask if everything's good. It's been a few hours: she'll have made it wherever she was headed."

Naruto looks at the device with a scrunched up expression, tapping it with a drumstick as though it's liable to explode.

"I only get a reply from Sakura like half of the time," he admits sheepishly. "I kinda text her a lot. She might even have me muted."

Pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation - of course he'd underestimated Naruto's texting power after being on the receiving end for years - Sasuke stands and gets his own phone, stashed away in the messy recesses of the room. Flipping it open and quickly navigating to his own conversation with their drummer, he's too distracted to notice Naruto pouncing on his shoulder in his nosy fashion.

"Hi, this is Sasuke," Naruto reads in a falsely bright tone, "and 'practise is delayed today' two weeks later? That's seriously the full extent of your chat with Sakura?"

"At least she replied both times," Sasuke fires back.

"Yeah, with one word responses!"

"And who's blocked?"

Naruto hisses at him like a cat before prodding Sasuke in the side, eliciting a sharp yelp. Kakashi's conversation pauses for long enough that it's clear he's considering opening the door to yell at them like children, but he resists and Naruto turns to his friend with a smug expression.

"We're getting sidetracked," he says as if Sasuke started it. "Shoot Sakura a text asking if everything's alright, would ya?"

"Should I?" Sasuke muses, fingers already typing out a terse question. He's about to send it when Naruto wails like an aggrieved soul, having come back to read over his shoulder.

"You were honestly about to text that?" he howls, jabbing a finger at the screen. "And only that?!"

Sasuke looks down at the words he'd written, ready and waiting in the chat box.

About leaving early - you good?

"What's wrong with it?" he asks, defensive.

His friend claws dramatically at his hair before dragging his hands over his face. There's enough space between his hands that Sasuke can read the pitying expression in Naruto's blue eyes, obvious enough to make him want to jab his fingers in his friend's face.

"You can't just text a girl 'you good', that's just, ugh."

"I'm not texting a girl. I'm texting my drummer," Sasuke says.

"Sasuke, I know you know what I mean. Here, look at my chat with Hinata," Naruto offers, brandishing his jangling phone. "If I gotta ask her something, I make sure to… you know… use my words."

"I'd rather not read your conversation with your girlfriend," Sasuke drones. "And I'm sure Hinata wouldn't want you to show me."

"Honestly-"

"-I've sent it, there."

Sasuke is not above being a little childish.

Dismissing him with a wave of his hand Naruto returns to the recording room chair, dropping down with a grunt. It's clear practice is over, and so Sasuke allows himself to contemplate his choice of text. It was short and to the point, and he thought Sakura would appreciate that if she really did have stuff going on, but… maybe Naruto was right. He certainly had more experience talking to girls. Drummers. Whatever.

If, Sasuke rationalised, Hinata's devoted (and longsuffering) attention to Naruto could be called experience.

"I've texted her as well," Naruto declares suddenly, pulling Sasuke from his reverie. "We can see who she replies to."

Sasuke's retort is interrupted by the reappearance of their manager, looking rather worse for wear after his discussion. Exec-level stuff, by the way his face is set in its 'no, don't ask' expression. They'd been too distracted by the matter of Sakura to eavesdrop, but Kakashi certainly looks as though he'd rather be anywhere else but the studio.

"What are you guys up to now?"

Both of them know him well enough not to pry, but the sudden silence isn't exactly subtle.

"Uh," Naruto ventures, "texting Sakura."

"Sakura," Kakashi repeats. "Sakura, who had to leave suddenly and without explanation? That Sakura? That's the Sakura you're bugging by text right now?"

"I mean, we don't know it was an emergency," Naruto sulks.

"Naruto made me text her," Sasuke says, then feels immediately ten years old when Kakashi levels him with an unamused stare. "I mean, I only sent a quick-"

They're interrupted by the shrill beep of Sasuke's phone. He feels a smug sense of satisfaction when he flips it open to see an incoming message from Sakura. Naruto's phone remains conspicuously silent, causing the blonde to pout horrendously.

Sasuke, sorry for ditching, the text reads. I'll make it up to you. Not my emergency. Tell Naruto one message is enough. Sakura.

He stares at the little heart she's placed next to her name. It's at odds with the brusque nature of her text, nevermind how she usually talks. Still, he's a little gratified to see it. And for some reason he doesn't want to show the others, flipping his phone closed when they lean in curiously.

"Sakura's good," he explains instead, ignoring Naruto's grumble.

Kakashi merely raises one single silver eyebrow, but it's more potent than any of their companion's pouting.

"She's ditching rather than having an emergency, but it must be important," Sasuke explains reluctantly. "She'll make up for it next time, she says."

"Can't believe she replied to you so quickly," Naruto moans.

"Probably," Sasuke retorts, "because I sent one short, simple little message. Maybe you should take a leaf out of my book."

Kakashi nods while rolling his eyes, clapping his hands together decisively.

"Alright, now that we know, get out of here. I don't think I'll be shifting back into musician mode any time soon. Mah, what a waste of an afternoon."

"Come for a beer?" Naruto coaxes. Kakashi rarely joins them, but perhaps-

"Absolutely not," their manager replies. "I want to be as far away from this place as quickly as possible. And that includes your favourite next door ramen joint."

"Fair," the blonde replies. "Sasuke?"

"I'm driving him home," Sasuke demurs, pointing to the silver-haired exec. "I promised earlier."

He had done no such thing. Thankfully Kakashi is a master of implication and nods in quick agreement, shouldering his bass guitar with a jaunty wave. Sasuke knows it's almost entirely because Sasuke's car is the fastest method for leaving Uchiha Studios, but he's not going to blame Kakashi for making the most of his offer of help. He knows with his mentor's mood that it's either his car or the subway - no way is he going to accept an executive drive home today - and besides, maybe he can finesse some of Kakashi's hallway conversation out of him on the way.

"Ohhhh, I'm all alone and friendless…"

Kakashi grins at the same time as Sasuke's exaggerated snort, both of them well used to Naruto's antics. They pack up and split from Naruto, ignoring his moaning even as he makes a group of idols laugh in the foyer. Sasuke knows he'll go find Hinata. Walking briskly towards his car, he shakes his head to throw off the lingering worry surrounding Sakura's absence. Kakashi hops in after carelessly tossing his guitar into the backseat, already leaning back in his seat by the time Sasuke joins him.

"Home?" he asks, frowning when Kakashi shakes his head.

"Actually, if you don't mind… I'm heading further out tonight," Kakashi says, reading a text on his phone. "A friend is out for a rare drink, so I thought I'd join him."

Well, Sasuke thinks, I did make up the offer. It was very like Kakashi to use it to the fullest advantage: for all his pretending otherwise, he was very much in the Uchiha mould when it came to negotiations.

"Fine," Sasuke agrees. "Tell me where you're headed. But don't touch the radio. And do fill me in on what you were talking about earlier."

Sasuke can make a deal work for him. After all, he learned from the best.

Sakura feels a little sheepish showing up to the studio two days later. It's probably lack of sleep, but she's weirdly afraid that the band will be annoyed at her. Not even Naruto's million texts could assuage that fear.

Sasuke's text had been curt, and he hadn't replied to her explanation (damn that little heart, what a stupid idea). Their debut was a looming presence in each session, though it still hadn't been formally scheduled. Leaving midway meant setting them back at least a day, and she knows every hour of practise is vital right now. Still, friends had to look out for each other, and Sakura knew she'd ditch for Shikamaru again if he asked.

That doesn't stop her from hovering in front of the studio door. She'd have stood there for far longer if not for the pointed exhale from her left.

"You're early," Sasuke says. He's leaning against the corridor wall, and Sakura can tell he's just come from dance practice thanks to his messy hair and pissed-off expression.

His position in the hallway indicates he's been standing around for a while, no doubt cooling down with the building's AC. The studio is criminally hot, especially after working out.

"I'm just out of the shower," he offers, "if you want to get started."

That statement causes a bit of a stir.

The band's studio room is on the upper floors of Uchiha Studios, a space typically reserved for the company's big earners. Kakashi's flex or Sasuke's name: she's not sure which is responsible, but Sakura likes the high-spec equipment. And the quiet.

Today, the space is filled with enough talents roaming around that Sasuke's dishevelled presence - and careless words - disturbs the normally calm floor. Sakura watches them whisper at his good looks, hiding a smile.

He notices her expression, she thinks, but seems completely oblivious to the chatter. It would be flattering - it is flattering - if she wasn't half-convinced he's about to lay into her for her absence.

"I'm not that early," she says with a shrug, pulling on the hem of her hoodie. "I sometimes sit downstairs. It's busier than usual today, so I came up here."

Sasuke's eyes follow her agitated movement with an unreadable expression.

"You do?" he asks, tilting his head so it knocks against the wall. It's truly unfair how handsome such a simple movement makes him look.

"My dance class is at the same time every day, but I've never seen you."

Sakura thinks about asking if he tends to look into the female changing room - her favourite place to sit - but she's not in the mood to be cheeky. She simply shrugs, ignoring his slight moue of annoyance.

"Shall we?" she deflects, opening the door briskly. "I wanted to go over something I've thought about for This Isn't Real."

"Oh?"

Sasuke perks up, pushing off the wall and following her into the recording booth. There's an audible grumble of disappointment in the corridor before Sakura pushes the door closed, leaning against it for a second.

Hopefully she's distracted him enough to forget about the other day. Sasuke's surprisingly open with his compositions, encouraging the rest of the band to share their input. Sakura had thought he'd be a moody auteur, and the memory of his raised eyebrows when she said as much - three beers in - brings a grin to her face.

They settle in wordlessly to their seats, Sasuke moving his fingers up and down the strings in a quick warmup. He plays Akatsuki songs when he idles on the guitar, admiration for his brother's music evident in the way he doesn't need to concentrate. Rivalry is a strange thing when it's bound up with love. Sakura refrains from joining in, leaving him to it while she stretches.

"Ready?" she asks after a few minutes, and when he nods she launches into the countdown for their own song.

Sasuke picks up the guitar part immediately and they play the intro together, competently enough although it's missing Kakashi's heavy bass line. The original drum part was written as a basic rock pattern, heavy on the cymbals with a standard snare on the third beat, but Sakura knows that the driving vocals would suit a half-time groove better. When she sees Sasuke take a breath to begin singing, she launches into the (to her) improved beat.

"We're on the precipice, you and me, but this isn't real-"

Sakura tenses immediately. She's never heard him sing before, and Sasuke's voice is incredibly different from Naruto's. It's softer, a little deeper, and where Naruto growls and snarls this is a blatant seduction. Her traitorous gaze picks out where his hair is still a touch wet from his shower, ink-black strands curled to the back of his neck.

But she's a professional, and though she falters when Sasuke's eyes meet hers above the kit, she doesn't stop playing. By the end of the song, he's smirking with a satisfaction that she wishes she didn't find devastatingly attractive.

"Like it?" Sakura asks. The flush on her face is half exertion, half bashfulness.

"I do," Sasuke says simply. "You can ditch all you want if you're going to come back to the studio with that progress."

Startling into a laugh, Sakura holds her drumsticks above her head in mock protest.

"I didn't ditch!" she says, repeating herself when he purses his lips in disbelief.

They banter back and forth, Sakura tossing a spare stick at his head. Sasuke catches it deftly, and if he doesn't spin it as well as she can, he's still good enough that it blurs in his grip. When he stops, his expression has levelled out to seriousness.

"As long as you're alright. I - we - were worried about you."

There's stillness in the studio, punctuated only by the soft buzz of audio equipment. Sasuke ducks his head, as if he's embarrassed by the admission.

It feels intimate. The recording room, which usually holds all four of them comfortably, is too small for the silence. Sakura is grateful for the solid presence of the drumkit between her and Sasuke. It's a wall that she's hidden behind before, product of a shyness born of overprotective parents and a natural inclination. Sakura isn't used to men paying attention to her, because there isn't much space left in Ino's orbit.

And even if Sasuke is only acting in the interest of being her bandmate, it's nice. It's also very, very dangerous. Developing feelings for the hot guitarist right before their debut would be so cliche, Sakura knows, that she'd be annoyed at herself for letting it happen. But damn if he doesn't make it hard to avoid. With these thoughts running through her head, Sakura taps out an anxious little flourish on the kit.

"Thanks, Sasuke-kun," she says softly.

Because she looks down at her hands, she misses the way Sasuke's lips curve into a smile, unbidden.

Later, when Sasuke drops by Kakashi's office to tell him the details of Sakura's new idea, he's utterly embarrassed to discover that the exec saw the entire exchange.

"Tell me," Sasuke grinds out, "that Naruto wasn't in the booth too."

Kakashi sits back in his chair, clearly debating whether to put him out of his misery. He's feeling magnanimous though, because he shrugs and indicates no, too busy reading the new sheet music to elaborate.

"Good," Sasuke says emphatically, dropping back down into the seat opposite. He fidgets with Kakashi's nameplate while the older man scans the page, unwontedly restless. "That's good."

"Why?" Kakashi asks, setting down the page. "Were you up to something?"

Ignoring the salacious wink aimed in his direction Sasuke snorts in disgust, snatching the page back.

"What do you think?" he asks, hoping Kakashi will drop it.

"It's exactly what This Isn't Real needed," the bassist replies. "I think we should schedule in a final session tonight, just to run over it. I'll call Naruto: he's downstairs with Hinata."

At that, Sasuke sits up straight, fingers gripping the plush leather armrests. "Wait, did you say final session?"

Dai-Nana-Han weren't scheduled to debut yet. They hadn't even played for the rest of the company. Hell, they didn't even have a full-time bassist, and they couldn't perform with Kakashi long term. Was something wrong? Had they been dropped-

Sasuke shakes his head to disabuse himself of that notion, because he knows Kakashi would have walked right out of his cushy job if that was the case. The confidence is inspiring, though Sasuke would prefer if the other man wiped the amused grin from his face.

"Does this have something to do with whatever was happening in the corridor the other day?"

Sasuke hadn't been to learn much on the drive, even when he'd graciously picked Kakashi up again at the end of a long night of drinking. The bar was curiously close to Sakura's place. He'd driven down the road past her house on both trips.

"That? Oh, no, that was politics." Kakashi waves a hand dismissively. "I'm trying to poach someone for you from Danzo, but it's not going well. That's all on hold until I can stop myself from pushing the old git out of a window."

Sasuke nods in understanding. The veteran manager ran the ANBU division at Uchiha Studios, overseeing the ensemble groups and creating star after star. And he was as querulous as he was skilled. If it wasn't for his prowess Sasuke thinks his father would oust the man, but Danzo was just that good.

Still, this doesn't explain things, so Sasuke stares Kakashi down until he rubs an exasperated hand over his face.

"Mah, fine, hear the news by yourself then. I'm going to make you tell Sakura as punishment."

When Sasuke doesn't budge he continues,

"The cat is out of the bag, so to speak, about Dai-Nana-Han's progress. I've been trying to keep things under wraps, but when I was out the other night I accidentally let it slip to Obito-"

"Wait, you told me you were meeting a friend. You never said it was him."

"I was out with Sarutobi Asuma, you remember, from my college days? He's a carpenter now. Stellar guy. Still can't hold his drink."

"And my cousin?" Sasuke prompts.

Kakashi sighs heavily. The stress of his position becomes obvious on his face, in the way his shoulders are bunched up under his ears. He'd never wanted to be chained to a desk, he'd told Sasuke once, though circumstance made it his only option.

At the sight of his exhaustion Sasuke feels a bit guilty, but not enough to halt the interrogation.

"Obito showed up halfway through the night, bought us all way too many drinks, and coaxed how you were getting on from me at the jukebox."

"He blabbed it to the relevant people, I presume?"

The studio's contracts usually included clauses about new acts performing in-house. If you didn't impress, your lineup, genre, and even status could come under scrutiny. Uchiha Studios was a business, and a cutthroat one at times. DNH thus far had practised while keeping their competitors in the dark, but it was a privilege bound to end someday.

"Oh, no way, I don't let him get the better of me twice. I told your father myself."

Sasuke's breath leaves him in a rush. He knows better than to ask what Uchiha Fugaku had said, the long years of his father's disinterest stretching out across the desk between them. The silence is painful, and he's grateful when Kakashi coughs awkwardly to fill it.

"So," Kakashi rushes on, "there's a performance scheduled for this Friday, and I've had your name added to the list. Two songs. We have tonight and tomorrow to get ready."

"Two days," Sasuke says, disbelieving. "We have two days to polish a new drum beat. To practise it together. Two days."

At least they've got another song ready.

"Um, and then you'll be performing on the in-house stage, yes. I'll phone Naruto and fill him in."

Sasuke stares at the sheet music in his hand, crumpled with the shock of the band's sudden catapult into the battle royale that was the new act stage. Sasuke can hear that Shizune has stopped typing from her desk outside the office - damn the glass, it soundproofed nothing - and there's a moment where he wonders if he got up and started yelling she might come in and save him. Or Kakashi. At that moment, he didn't know who was worse off.

"Could you tell Sakura for me? She'll be finishing her dance class right about now."

Wait. If he's responsible for telling Sakura that she has to perfect a new drum part and perform it in two days time, then Sasuke is definitely getting the short end of the stick. When he complains, Kakashi simply puts his feet up on the desk, closing his eyes.

"I'll make it up to you," the exec says, and though he sounds apologetic Sasuke knows he won't change his mind. "And who knows? If you flirt with her again, you might come out the other side in one piece."

Sasuke decides right then that he's never setting foot in the damn studio again without checking the audio booth first.

Two days. And then their peers at Uchiha Studios will decide if they sink or swim.

AN: Well, that's it! I make no apologies for positioning ANBU as the idol division. They've even got cute masks already. We'll soon start to learn more about Obito's motivations, and what's going on with Ino. Itachi, where are you?

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