#and some brave and foolish member of her chat is like ASK HIM QUESTIONS

[the-faultofdaedalus]

me and @tin-can-iron-man have created a new character that is "normal insta influencer except she's from latveria and accidentially becomes the de-facto PR person because her audience begs her to livestream herself asking victor questions during a doomsday parade and she does it"

[princess-of-france]

Hi! I'll ask the same for you: Multiples of 5 for Edmund, please! Here's to our Gloucester boys :) Thank you!

Oh boy, oh boy, it’s my favorite god of hell. Thanks, friend! :)

I’m going to use Edmund as he exists in the L.E.A.R. universe, because that’s the version of him I know best. Hope that’s okay! xx

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)?

While he’s not the type the whip out the Windex or the pull out a vacuum at the drop of a hat, Edmund is an abnormally tidy 27-year-old man. His natural instincts for strategy, secrecy, and careful preparation have endowed him with a keen sense of organization (both in his head and in the places where he lives and works). Obviously, his father’s law office has its own set of cleaners and he can pay for housekeeping whenever he likes, but the basic arrangement of all his belongings is always the same, and always neatly coordinated. 

Another way of saying this is that the only messy thing in Edmund’s life is his heart. Loving people renders them uncategorizable, which is why he fights so hard against it. Kessa, Edgar, Cordelia… He cannot file these people away in his mind. They are the mess.

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Edmund has the irrevocable urge always to be the smartest person in the room, which is possibly a neurosis and possibly just a sign of colossal ego. (And he usually gets what he wants in this regard, because the twat has an IQ of like 180. Only one other person in his life can give him a run for his money, intellectually, and she hates his guts.)

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?

I’m going to answer this question for Edmund at the beginning of the play:

Smallest short-term goal: to ingratiate himself with all the Anglia board members at Goneril’s engagement party.

Biggest short-term goal: to convince his father, Caleb Gloucester, to leave him Anglia as a client in Caleb’s still-unfinished Last Will and Testament.

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

No major illnesses beyond the ones that most (vaccinated) children experience. But I’m sure he’s given UTIs to at least a dozen women since the age of 16.

25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

At the top. 

Whether he’s serving on the board of Anglia, or serving as Anglia’s chief legal counsel, or serving as husband to a divorced/widowed Goneril (CEO) or Regan (CMO), or serving as Lear’s interim replacement while the patriarch is in the hospital…it really doesn’t matter to Edmund what role he takes, so long as it belongs to him and him alone. He just wants the power, glory, money, and fame that has lain at Edgar’s feet since the day he was born. Within 5 years, Edmund feels he should be able to con himself into a position at the head of the Anglia Corp. food chain.

Except, he thinks sometimes, lying in bed with his hands over his face and the memory of fresh violets in his nose, he might be willing to give up on all of that if she wasn’t so determined to give away her inheritance…

30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (e.g. a close family member suddenly dies)?

This is a bit of a spoiler, but I doubt anyone will care (especially since I’m writing a prequel): when Kessa commits suicide, Edmund really does go off the deep end. It honestly breaks my heart just thinking about it. His mother was the only person in the entire world who always loved Edmund unconditionally, who put him first, believed in his worth, championed him in the face of overwhelming antagonism, fought for his rights as a natural son of Caleb Gloucester, and made it her mission in life to ensure his happiness. Her depression was the kind of obstacle Edmund always thought she could overcome, since Kessa was pretty much the strongest woman who ever lived, and it absolutely destroys him when he realizes there are some battles even goddesses cannot win.

He weeps when he gets the call. It is the one and only time he sheds any tears in my play, and he does it in front of Cordelia, who holds him as tightly as Kent held her when Marianne died, all those years ago.

The next time Edmund will cry is when Lear enters at the end of Shakespeare’s play, carrying the corpse of a hanged girl.

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Golf. To this day, Edmund doesn’t understand why businessmen are so obsessed with chatting idly about multimillion-dollar deals over 4+ hour rounds of golf. There’s nothing inherently wrong with playing the sport, of course, but using it as a backdrop for business that could be completed in 15 minutes in an office is beyond him. It’s just such a complete waste of time??

40. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

I think Edmund is in the worst position of all: he has both.

His genius-level intelligence, natural good looks, inborn ability to charm women, and male privilege have definitely given him an unbearable superiority complex which Cordelia has made it her mission in life to puncture like a balloon.

On the other hand, Edmund also secretly suffers from an acute, infuriating sense of inferiority that just will not be scoured away by either money or success. His mixed race identity (in an overwhelmingly white world of blue-blooded New York business); his tawdry family history (as the bastard son of an ex-stripper); and the fact that Caleb obviously favors his legitimate son, Edgar, both emotionally and occupationally…all these things make it very difficult for Edmund to value himself as highly as he wants to.

I think a large part of his superiority complex is overcompensation for these feelings of inadequacy, as well as righteous anger than he has been made to feel inadequate about them in the first place.

45. Superstitions or views on the occult?

God is dead. God has always been dead. There is no such thing as fate or divine justice or cosmic intervention. Humans have free will and are inherently self-interested. There is no such thing as good or evil, only people who are brave enough to reach for what they want and people foolish enough to try to bat their hands away. The stars are cold. The universe doesn’t care. We are always, always alone.

50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

I don’t think death scares Edmund one bit. Everyone dies, at one time or another. Even Kessa’s unexpected demise doesn’t make him “afraid” of death; it just makes him catastrophically angry and sad. 

What does frighten Edmund to his core is the idea of dying BEFORE he has time to ascend to the zenith of power to which he feels entitled. Succumbing to death before he takes his place at the top of the world scares Edmund shitless, especially in light of his mother’s passing, because it would mean Kessa’s entire life had been for nothing. Worse still, it would mean his own life had been for nothing. If he’s not fighting, tooth and nail, every day, for the inheritance that he deserves so much more than his cocky, careless, lovesick older brother, then what is he going to have to show for himself when he’s his father’s age? How is he supposed to be content living the rest of his life within spitting distance of socioeconomic domination and never owning even a piece of it?

And then there’s fucking Cordelia, who has that entire legacy lying stagnant in a dusty bank account, just waiting for her 25th birthday so that she can give it all away to charity. If she would just change her mind…if she would just consider being Lear’s daughter for one single solitary second…if she could just try to envision a world in which she actually kept what the stupid universe has hurled at her doorstep…he would — damn her soul to hell — marry her tomorrow.

But then again, a cruel voice tells him softly, if Cordelia was the kind of woman to take the money, you wouldn’t want her half as much as you do. 

Edmund was born to want the thing he cannot have. And she was born to be it. 

[bodegacowboy]

Chasing the sun director’s cut

In case you don’t like FF.net for some reason. I’m posting the story here as well This is the Director’s cut version to a story I first posted here a few years ago. Enjoy (P.S This is a really long post)

So what do you need to know about this fic? It was based sort of on canon about 3 years ago. By that I mean it mostly tried to fit within "canon" with a few of the more unnecessary details tossed out. For example I didn't bother dealing with SaiIno so that doesn't exist here. Obviously if you've continued to follow the canon story line (I haven't) much more lore has been added via Boruto. I considered researching the current lore to further modify the story but in the end I decided against it.

If this story had to take place on a timeline it would have been maybe around two years after chapter 700 but whatever.

Disclaimer: There is an affair in this fic so y'know don't read it and get your feelings hurt.

I don't condone cheating in real life and if cheating occurred in canon I'd go "hey that 's a little weird for kid's story and its really out of character"

But this is a fanfic. And I think canon broke many of the characters so...

So without further ado, please enjoy.

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Shame engulfed him the moment he regained consciousness. Physical discomfort soon arrived mercifully distracting Naruto from his emotional distress. This was a hangover that would have made his godfather and Tsunade proud. After rallying the willpower to combat his pounding headache Naruto took a moment to assess his situation. Once again his mind returned to Jiraiya and words of wisdom from the toad sage bubbled up from the muddy depths of his mind.

If you ever find yourself waking up in a strange place after a night of hard drinking you need to try and remember three things. As soon as possible make sure you can remember where you should be, what you were doing before you blacked out and who you should be waking up with. Don't even move until you can answer at least two out of three of those questions.

Dozens of questions galloped through his head but Naruto willed himself to concentrate on Jiraiya's three. Bits and pieces of his long term memory resumed functioning and what he remembered brought a smile to his face.

He was in Amegakure. He was in the village's recently built Imperial hotel. He was here because he had been witnessing history. He was here for the first ever chunin exam sponsored by the United Shinobi Forces. The chunin exam was now a multinational biennial examination featuring hundreds of genin gathered from every shinobi village that was a current member of the ever-growing shinobi alliance. If that wasn't impressive enough it also doubled as a Kage Summit.

The kages of each nation of the alliance would come together to discuss worldly matters while the youngsters of their villages attempted to advance in the ranks. It was an unprecedented event and a significant step towards peace talks on a continental scale.

And it was all his idea.

Naruto sat up sporting a smile that ran from ear to ear. He had spent a tremendous part of his first years as Hokage working diligently to convince the others kages and daimyos to support this project. His smile widened to a grin when he recalled the grand festivities of the opening ceremonies. Indeed his hard work had paid off. So why had he had been black-out drunk again?

His grinned faded when the answer surfaced in his consciousness. Picking himself off the hotel room floor Naruto staggered over to the nearby couch. After drawing in a deep breath he thanked his lucky stars that the kages had voted against bringing their families to this first event for safety reasons.

"This is not exactly Hokage behavior" He muttered himself. Though upon further reflection Tsunade drank like a fish and she did a great job.

"I should ask her for tips" Naruto said with a chuckle that tapered off into a heavy sigh. "Now I'm talking to myself. What a mess."

A knock on the hotel room door reverberated through his entire body.

"Who is it?!" Naruto called out as he massaged his forehead.

"Sai."

"The door is open...I think"

The door indeed was open. Carrying a small briefcase in his hand Sai slid into the room with the quiet precision of a thief. Naruto annoyed by Sai's slow and methodical tiptoe towards him cut right to the elephant in the room.

"How drunk was I last night Sai?"

Sai looked his Hokage over. "Good morning, how are you feeling?"

"How drunk was I last night Sai?"

"Very"

"In public?"

"No."

"Good." Naruto studied his friend and current bodyguard. He glanced at the briefcase in Sai's hand.

"What's that?"

Sai placed the briefcase down on the coffee table before Naruto. He then deftly thumbed the briefcase's combination lock before popping it open and revealing the treasure within.

"This is Sakura's journal" Sai said.

Eyes widened Naruto asked. "Why did you have that?"

"You ordered me to take it from her room."

In response Naruto hung his head in shame.

Sai shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "So I take this to be a prank?"

Confused Naruto glanced up at his friend.

"I noticed you and Sakura had regained your past playfulness."

"You noticed that huh?" Naruto said with a snort.

"It is a shinobi's duty to pay attention."

"Well yes-this is a prank gone horribly wrong" Naruto said solemnly. He met Sai's gaze "Alcohol and pranking should never mix."

Sai nodded. "Yes, this is a very brave prank"

"A stupid prank Sai. From now on don't take orders from me when I am drunk."

Sai considered this for a moment. "So if you are drunk and we are attacked and you order me to save your life I should not follow those orders."

Naruto sighed. "Okay let's revise that. If I am drunk and I give you an order that could get us both killed, just don't do it. For example stealing from Sakura is very very very foolish. So don't follow foolish orders blindly, use your better judgment."

Sai nodded again this time in acquiescence. "I understand. So what do I do with this? She may have already noticed that it's missing."

Naruto held his hand out. "Give it to me. I'll give it back to her...when y'know the prank is over. I might as well go through with it now that I have it."

Sai hesitated.

"I won't tell her you helped me," Naruto said

Sai let out a sigh of relief and handed the notebook over to the Hokage. Naruto casually placed the book beside him on the couch before dismissing Sai from the room. When Sai's presence had vanished from Naruto's immediate senses he glanced at the journal. He stared long and hard at the journal as beads of sweat materialized on his forehead. With trembling hands Naruto picked up the journal and quickly scanned its interior. He noticed that each page was dated so he quickly skimmed to the latest entry. According to the date listed Sakura had jotted it down early last night.

Naruto began to read

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Jul 15:

"What do you want Uchiha-san?" Naruto slurred at me when I entered his room.

I suppose "Uchiha-san" was supposed to hurt me but it was he that flinched in the wake of this supposed slur. It was as if he had tossed explosives at me but he had been standing too close to avoid the shrapnel.

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With a loud groan Naruto put his face into his hands. Then he shook like a dog fresh from a bath. A long silence followed that he eventually broke with a heavy sigh. With a specific date in his mind Naruto returned to the journal.

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February 9th

It's hard not to be surprised by the appearance of the Hokage at your front door. In many villages such an event would call for bowing or the recitation of oaths and other such expressions of loyalty and subordination. I am however one of the few people in any village who is fortunate enough to be able to greet my Kage at the door with a warm hug. I then led him to the kitchen where I served him tea as if he were a neighbor stopping by for the latest gossip.

Naruto and I spoke of irreverent things at first. Simple chi-chat. Then the topic switched to our families well our children specifically. We found it amusing how none of the rigorous training we'd experienced in our lives had come close to preparing us for the trials of parenthood. As we talked, I found that I was very aware of how long it had been since we last had a private conversation. For years the majority of our interactions had been in the midst of a crowd. Festivals, school, group dates, missions, friends, fans, husbands, wives, children, there had been always someone else around. I'm sure we have talked on the phone over the years but those were not conversations worth remembering.

So for the first time in a long we were alone. Why this mattered to me I didn't know. But I didn't have too long to dwell on the thought. As I was serving him a second cup of tea Naruto asked me to be part of a historic event, his pet project a revamping of the chunin exams. According to Naruto the medical staff that will treat injured genin during the exam will be a coalition of different medics from different villages. Apparently my Hokage had it in his mind to suggest to the alliance that I lead this medical team.

Naruto seemed to be missing the obvious so I guided him towards it. Besides the occasional emergency I hadn't done any consistent medical work in years. Naruto's response was to reveal that the council had said the same thing when he had suggested my name. He tried to suppress the mischievous grin on his face when he told me "they gave me a list of better options"

I admit Naruto had played a good hand. The idea that there was an entire list of ninja supposedly "better" than me at the practice of medical ninjutsu was absurd. But this slight on me by the council was not enough to entice me back to active duty. I had stepped away from being a full-time kunoichi so I could raise my daughter.

"Well if your skills have diminished it's fine..." Naruto said. He knew he had struck a nerve and seemed intent to keep hammering at it. Time had done little to dull my skills but still, I told Naruto that either Tsunade or Shizune would be better fits at this time.

"Of course they are good fits...if you say no" Naruto said.

To that point, I had been saying "no" in a very polite way. However though inactive I was still a ninja and Naruto was my boss, my leader. If he insisted I go my continued refusal would be insubordination.

As if reading my mind he continued, "Sakura I am not ordering you to do this. I came here personally to ask that you to do me a favor. I am asking you this because I wish to rely on your..." He paused, I suppose he was searching for the right words. Eventually he looked me in the eyes and finished the thought "tremendously valuable expertise."

Yes Naruto played a great hand. I was far from immune to such high quality professional flattery. So I said yes despite the bit of maternal guilt. My parents could watch Sarada while I was away. I do not regret agreeing to leading the alliance medical staff but I do regret what happened next

I walked Naruto to the door and just as he had finished saying goodbye I kissed him.

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Naruto glared dumbfounded at the journal.

"That's all she had to say about that?"

He thought back to the kiss. The problem was that the kiss had been too good. No, that wasn't right, saying it was good created comparisons with the kisses he had shared with his wife. No, "good" wasn't the right word to use. Besides good wouldn't have affected him so much. This kiss had a lot of weight to it, a lot of history attached to it. It was exactly how he had used to imagine kissing Sakura would feel. It was something undefinable and his longing for it had been lost so long ago.

Hadn't it?

He drew in a deep breath calming his thoughts and his nerves. His perspective didn't matter. It didn't matter then it didn't matter now. If the kiss was meaningless to Sakura he could accept it as a fluke. Everything would be okay. All he had to do was confirm that the kiss meant nothing. Then things would go back to normal. He continued reading, skimming quickly through any entries that did not appear to offer any clues to the answer he was seeking.

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April 9th:

I've forced myself to face the reality of what happened. I admit that I'm somewhat embarrassed that it has taken me two months to process it all. It's taken a considerable amount of my mental resources to go over what happened, why it happened and what would happen next. The saying "better late than never" was truly appropriate for this occasion.

After the kiss I thought our friendship was done. I had stood frozen in my kitchen watching Naruto wordlessly stumble out the door. When I dared to breathe again, I considered going to his office and apologizing, I then thought about going to his home and apologizing to Hinata. But I didn't do anything. For a week or so I was draped in pessimism and doubt and I haunted my own house like a brooding spirit not quite sure whether it was dead of alive. When Sarada began to notice my occasional absentmindedness I realized I'd had to chase the distressing thoughts from my mind.

That is until today. This morning it hit me that I had gone two months without any word from Naruto. But that wasn't at all unusual. The reality is after two months I am not sure the kiss has changed anything. And really I couldn't hope for any more than that. That nothing would change, that the kiss would simply fade into history. The best case scenario for everyone was if it were ignored. Maybe that's what Naruto was doing while I brooded. He was letting it fade. I don't fear the end of our friendship anymore. That type of steel is not easily shattered.

So I am not afraid but I am bothered. The kiss had been nothing but a mistake yet it still lingered with me. When I allow myself to think about it my mind goes back not to the kiss itself but the moment our lips broke. In the immediate aftermath of the kiss I felt awash in sensuality. I felt a womanly glow from head to toe that had been missing in my life for a long time. How do I sincerely apologize for something that I enjoyed?

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Naruto's face navigated successfully from a look of surprise to astonishment, from astonishment to joy, from joy to shame, from shame to worry. However he hadn't the time to asses his emotions. Answers first, emotions later. He flipped through the pages of the journal again with another specific date in mind

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June 16: The road to Amegakure

Naruto had insisted on everyone leaving at the same time. His entourage including his administrative staff, the genin, would be spectators, everyone marched out of the village in unison creating the effect of a mini-parade. Villagers cheered on our departure and the faces of the genin flushed with pride and excitement.

Instant morale.

Being Hokage isn't just about being strong. You need to understand people. Naruto understands people. Very few realize that Naruto has put as much if not more effort into trying to understand others as he has into expanding his strength as a ninja. Whether he agrees or disagrees with your ideology, whether you are trying to kill him or not, Naruto tries to understand. It is an underrated aspect of his personality.

I have yet to speak with Naruto face to face since our last encounter. I am not sure if he's avoiding me or if I am avoiding him. All of our communications in the last few weeks have been via phone calls, messengers, or emails from his secretarial staff.

On a more enjoyable note, I used most of the day to refresh my friendship with Sai. To be honest things started out a little rocky since he had greeted me this morning with what I suppose he considered a compliment

"I've noticed that you've lost a lot of weight. I am very impressed, since you had Sarada and stopped being on active duty I never thought I'd see you this thin again."

I gave him a friendly tap against the skull with my fist. Our conversations from then on were much more amiable.

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June 17th

Met with Naruto, finally, unexpectedly.

We were a day away from the village hidden by rain and I had spent most of the morning being pleasantly surprised by the sights of the very scenic route we were taking. It seems the perception of Amegakure being located in the middle of a bleak, sunless, miserable depressing swamp was unfounded. This nation's best held secret is its amazing rural landscape. The rolling hills, the winding country roads. the ancient woodlands, I was quickly enraptured by the natural beauty and serenity of life in this foreign land. It was a wonder to me how such a serene atmosphere could blossom in a country that has been the battlefield for three shinboi wars. This country was a miracle to anyone who saw it through a historian's eyes.

Anyway I was strolling besides a lovely river when Naruto arrived. I had been caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn't sensed his approach. Time and old age had yet to work their magic on Naruto's speed.

He greeted me with practiced stoicism as we walked shoulder to shoulder. "Sakura I would like to converse with you."

Though I was caught off guard by his statuesque stiffness I consented to this impromptu meeting. I looked around the nearest shinobi was well out of earshot. This was as private as it was going to get.

I turned to Naruto but he stared forward his eyes on the trail ahead. He was at that moment essentially The Seventh.

Of the many brief but complaisant conversations I've had with Sasuke over the years quite a few of them were about the changes in Naruto. I wondered if Sasuke had noticed that Naruto was less boisterous, less energetic. Sasuke had noticed, but he hadn't been too concerned. As he put it, Naruto's change was the unfortunate cost of leading men.

"Nothing stays the same forever Sakura" Sasuke had told me.

From a practical standpoint I knew Sasuke had been right about Naruto, some change was to be expected, but how much was too much?

"I wanted to thank you for coming Sakura. This will be the first time that you've spent such a considerable amount of time away from your daughter. I know that will be hard."

I told him the truth that I missed her a ton already. That I knew if she were here right now she would have likely told the Hokage to his face that this parade of shinobi was silly.

I mimicked Sarada's voice

"Everyone walking to Amegakure like this is silly. Why does the Hokage wear that hat? It's silly. Mom you're silly."

I looked over at Naruto to see that he had managed half a smile. And just like that we were good friends again. I asked him if he had ever cried when leaving behind Boruto and Himawari.

He cleared his throat. "I may have teared up a little...once or twice"

Here was arguably the strongest man in the world admitting to tearing up over his children. I found the image sweet and I told him that. Visibly embarrassed he changed the subject.

"I just wanted to say that your village thanks you for your service."

I replied that if the village was ever in any serious need I would be glad to offer my services, that said if I were to be honest, I was only going to Amegakure because he had asked. I was doing him a favor.

"Now if can you do me a favor Naruto, please stop it with the too-serious face. I am finding it very distracting."

Naruto snorted and looked off for a moment. When he turned his attention back to me he had a familiar playful smile on his face.

"One day Sakura you will notice that I am your boss."

I parried back that I had no problem having him as my boss. I just preferred he talk to me with his normal face.

He conceded the point and carried on.

"I am just trying to say I am glad you came."

I revealed a bit of insight that had dawned on me when we left the village. I figured that part of the reason he had dragged me out of my home was so he can brag to someone about this grand historic event.

Naruto's face shone with childish delight. "Why would I brag about this? It wasn't all my idea."

Though Shikamaru had a hand in it, this was mostly Naruto's idea and it was not what people expected from him. Of course if there were a super strong tyrant or monster out there, people would expect Naruto to go out and punch him-it in the face. This was different, this was about ideas, culture, diplomacy, this was proof that he was not just a near limitless source of chakra.

After explaining my reasoning I looked over at Naruto to see him barely able to contain his glee.

So I continued. "I can see it now. We are going to get to this huge event and you are going to point at the crowd and say Sakura 'this is my baby.' Then I am going to say Naruto you are the coolest guy. Because that's what you want to hear me say."

He laughed. His laughter was contagious and I caught the bug moments after. Well I couldn't really fight it off if I had wanted. Unfortunately the laughter had to settle and things had to get serious. I noticed that he wasn't getting enough sleep.

"There are shadows beneath your eyes. You also seem a little restless" I said to him.

"There has been a lot on my mind recently" Naruto said.

It was an open secret that Naruto and Shikamaru had spent the better part of the entire year leading up to the exam burning candles at both ends in the office. The fruits of their labor were dozens of revolutionary proposals to present to the other Kages at the summit.

His voice lowered to just a cut above a whisper.

"You know what hasn't helped me sleep? Thinking about that kiss."

I felts some color spring up to my cheeks but I suppressed it. I think. I hope I did.

"You should be angry with me" I told him.

"I am not angry. I am just confused."

"You shouldn't be confused."

"I shouldn't be, but I am."

"Please don't be confused. It shouldn't have happened."

"It shouldn't have but it did."

"You shouldn't even think about it"

"I shouldn't but I do."

That was the totality of our conversation about this kiss give or take thirty to forty seconds of awkward silence in between each statement. I gathered my thoughts and then I, as softly as I could, reiterated that it had been a mistake-an awful mistake and I was sorry that I betrayed him in such away.

Naruto cocked his head to the side and looked at me. His eyes were searching. For what I don't know.

"Don't worry about it," he said eventually. "Let's consider it a joke between friends."

"A joke?" I asked.

"A private joke, something we can laugh about later...privately"

I agreed to these guiltless terms and we continued walking in silence. Naruto turned towards the river and it took me a moment to see what caught his eye. A trio of children steering their raft down the river.

"Sakura did you enjoy the daffodil valley we passed earlier today?" Naruto asked

"It was beautiful. There's nothing like it near Konohagakure."

"I knew you'd enjoy it."

I asked him how he knew that and he answered that he had recalled t I liked to go on walks and the valley seemed like the perfect walking spot. He was right, I did like walking and it was an almost perfect spot for a romantic stroll. Naruto then surprised me with what he said next.

"You should come back here. With Sasuke. You know-go walking in the moonlight."

That did sound nice if one ignored the looming fact that neither of us really knew when we'd see my husband next. Well I should say I don't know when I'll see Sasuke next. I am sure there are measures in place for Naruto and Sasuke to come in contact with each other in case of emergencies.

"You should bring Hinata here as well. You know go walking in the moonlight."

Naruto gestured towards the river. "She's more of a swimmer than a walker."

"Oh, well then take her swimming!" I said with much force than was appropriate for the conversation.

Naruto turned his attention back to me. He seemed very amused by my unexpected command.

"Would that be something a good husband would do?"

"Yes." I said while trying to hide the fact that I was embarrassed by my outburst. "A good husband should do everything he can to keep his wife happy."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"Well now you know."

"So what does a good wife do?"

I told Naruto that a good wife should do everything she can to try and keep her husband from doing something stupid.

He chuckled, then he started to say "so how come Sasuke has-" but he stopped halfway through. I am not sure what annoyed me more that he stopped or that he apologized afterwards.

"Sorry..."

Curious I asked him what he was apologizing for and he shrugged.

"Sasuke is your husband..."

I knew that, we both knew that.

"Yes, and?"

He shrugged again.

"How come Sasuke has what?" I asked.

Naruto paused and then finished the thought. "That hairstyle...I mean..come on"

"I like it" I told him.

"You do? Ah I guess you kind of have to don't you?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing is wrong. You have a very pretty husband Sakura and you should be proud."

"Oh you're just a jerk" I said

Naruto laughed openly at my defense of my husband's flowing locks.

"You're just jealous" I countered.

Naruto's laughter wound down and the color in his cheeks bloomed.

"Maybe" he said just above a whisper.

I changed the subject.

"Are you nervous?"

"About what?" Naruto asked

"The success of these exams."

"The exams will definitely be a success. Whether they will have the lingering affect I hope that they will..." Naruto shook his head as his words trailed. "The exams were always a good idea. But under the disguise of improving relationships between villages it had become an excuse for espionage. Now going forward it'll be a celebration. We invite the rest of the world to our world."

Naruto scratched at his cheek and a boyish excitement broke through the surface of his face. "We celebrate our nations and our villages, but more importantly we celebrate our shinobi, if we celebrate the humanity of a shinobi maybe...Maybe I can show them the world the way I see it."

I pointed out to him that a troop of shinobi stomping through the countryside of a foreign land would normally be called an invasion. I interpreted that to mean that things had already changed significantly. Naruto seemed happy to hear that.

I think that it was clear to anyone on that march-especially those of us who had fought in the war that something special was going on here. I was contemplating on how much the world had changed when Naruto tapped my shoulder and turned my attention back to the river, the children had spotted us and they waved excitedly at us. We matched their enthusiasm, throwing both of our hands up in the air as we waved back. With his eyes still on the children Naruto remarked how much he wanted to believe Nagato had once stood on the same spot he was standing on. He wondered if, and he wanted to believe, that Nagato had admired and valued the beauty of this land as much as Naruto did now.

He looked at my expectantly and I searched myself for words of wisdom or comfort. At a loss for words I just smiled at him. He smiled back.

"We should talk more Sakura."

"Sure, but you'll have to stop being busy."

"Well..." he started.

"I get it" I interrupted. "You're the Hokage, and a father and a husband."

Naruto nodded.

"Plus I'm busy too," I added. "Sarada is a handful and a half."

"I'm sure" Naruto said.

For a few breaths we just looked at each other.

"I should go" Naruto said his voice a Hokage's voice now, measured and collected. The Seventh had returned and I was in the process of being dismissed

"Enjoy the scenery Sakura."

"Is that an order?"

He smiled. "A direct order."

"Well you're the boss" I replied.

"Oh you remembered." With that said Naruto quickened his pace to break away from me.

"Try and get some rest tonight." I called out to his back.

He slowed his pace for a step or two and then turned to me. "Jiraiya used to say there is no rest for the wicked Sakura. But maybe he should have said there is no way to rest with wicked thoughts."

This time I believe color did rise to my face but luckily Naruto had already turned away likely grinning like a fool.

I saw then that his intent was to tease me about the kiss, likely for the rest of our lives. He was a monster but we were still great friends.

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Naruto placed his open palm over his face and groaned into it. What a time for his juvenile sense of humor to reemerge. The perverted antics, the pranks, the impulsive behavior, these were things he thought he had left behind in adolescence.

What kind of man...what kind of Hokage loses his mind after being kissed?

Naruto ran his hand up his face, across his forehead, and through his hair. That stupid kiss. He'd felt its lingering burn for far too many weeks now. How many nights had he shamefully awoken from sleep stunned at the good fortune that he hadn't called out Sakura's name while his wife slept. There were times when the ache was overbearing and he reached out to Hinata to satisfy the need. Their lovemaking would be furious then, fiery and explosive. But it was at best a temporary fix, the burn continued to cry out for a soothing salve.

Naruto laughed, any experience of shame, embarrassment or guilt he'd felt before was nothing in comparison to what he was feeling now. Despite the fact that he felt awful, he still needed an answer. So he kept reading.

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Jun 19th 11 PM: The road to Amegakure

Can't sleep

Why did that idiot have to say that?

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Jun 21: 1:30 AM: Amegakure : Imperial Hotel

I came to Amegakure knowing two things. One, being a part of the Hokage's inner circle would land me in midst of celebrities, diplomats, kages, and pure blooded nobility. Two the entire event would be one long festival with the occasional breaks for the examination, the kage summit, and maybe sleep if time permitted. With consideration of these facts I made sure I packed the proper attire necessary for both formal and informal festivities. Despite my foresight I was not prepared for the level of celebration Amergakure had in store for us. I did not have any clothes with me or at home that could have matched the gallantry of the opening night party. However that fact didn't discourage me at all. Years ago Ino gave me the backhanded compliment of having a talent for doing a whole lot with very little. She was technically right but that insight didn't just apply to my sense of fashion. Doing so much with so little was the overarching theme of my life.

I reacquainted myself with an old classic. A short strapless black dress with open toed shoes that was simple but elegant enough for this sort of grand affair. That dress is my go to when I really wanted to look good, to be beautiful. I've never lacked confidence wearing it. Considering how long its been since I was last at a party that wasn't centered around a child I needed that confidence. The night started off well I flitted from conversation to conversation like a social butterfly all the while I kept an eye out for Naruto. He had been stalking the other side of the room with a paradoxical look of predatory stoicism on his face. He held the posture of a shinobi of great importance, relaxed enough to be approachable without subverting the fact that he could wipe out most if not the entire room if came to that. It wasn't until Gaara joined his company that the gentle light returned to his eyes. Besides Gaara or Sai the only person Naruto seemed to really have a solid report with was the man who appeared by his side to refill his champagne glass.

As I was making a mental note of that Naruto looked up from the bottom of an emptied glass catching me in a stare.

His mouth spread into a pleased grin and I felt mine do the same. We maintained eye contact from across the room until some VIPs invited themselves to Naruto's personal space. He greeted them and I turned away to search for a bite to eat. Before the party I had tried to embrace the guilt as punishment for leaving Sarada behind. It had been hard to sleep with the knowledge that my daughter was not within walking distance of my bed. How many nights did she crawl into my bed when the roar of thunder outside her window scared her? Countless. Then there the nights I went to her, when the silence inside the house scared me. She needed me and I needed her. Those were the facts.

But once the party started it didn't take long for me to surrender to the creeping notion that that I was having a good time. Especially when I was pounced upon by a group of medics from Amegakure. They were young men, energetic and enthusiastic about medical ninjutsu. They were the future of Amegakure's medical field and they knew it. They also knew Tsunade and they I knew had been her protege. Initially they picked my brain about Tsunade's methodology during surgery then we ventured into a fascinating discussion on the current breakthroughs in medical research, and then somehow we wandered into what it meant to be a medical ninja. How important were we really? Ninja who focused on the art of saving lives rather then taking them.

It was an enjoyable conversation though it was hard to avoid the fact that I was the only female in the group. I was also the only one in our mini party sporting a wedding ring. It didn't really surprise me at all when the occasional subtly suggestive remark was floated in between talks of medicine and anatomy. A few of them were them were testing the waters, gauging my interest or lack thereof. They where bold but young men, I deflected their inquiries with grace and politeness. Yes they were harmless, the real troublemaker arrived forty minutes into the conversation.

"Excuse me gentlemen may I speak to my medic for a moment."

The young medics scattered like lowly bureaucrats before a lord when Naruto butted into our conversation. Seeing the immediate consequence of his presence Naruto said rather sheepishly "I didn't mean for them to take off like that."

"Your medic? I thought I was working for the Alliance?" I asked

"No you're still min-the village's medic I am simply showing you off."

"Oh like a pony" I retorted.

"A prized pony" He chuckled.

A question occurred to me then but I kept it to myself. Instead I asked what Naruto wanted to talk to me about. He replied without looking directly at me that he simply wanted to know if I was enjoying the party. I was articulating my enjoyment when his eyes flickered suddenly. I sensed him look me over more than I saw the total movement of his eyes. That kind of subtlety of movement would have gotten top marks from Iruka. As I was trying wrap my mind around the implication of this. He excused himself politely but abruptly from my company. When he rejoined Gaara and melted back into a crowd of diplomats I assumed that would be the last I saw of him this night.

I was wrong.

When I returned to the floor of my hotel room a few hours later I found him waiting just outside my door.

"I left early" he said answering the obvious question in the air.

"And you came here?"

"No, I went to my room first."

"And then you pigged out on some ramen?"

"How did you know?" he asked.

I told him about the piece of noodle that lingered in the corner of his mouth. I reached out to wipe it away but I realized how much of an intimate gesture that would have been. This sudden onset of self awareness paralyzed me and my hand just hovered in the air between us.

I pointed to his mouth, "You've got some noodle on your lips"

"Oh" Naruto swiped at his mouth and I willed my hand down to my sides. I shook my head and wondered aloud how was it that Naruto had mastered senjutsu training but he didn't have the discipline to keep a healthier diet.

"It's really simple Sakura, I wanted to master senjutsu."

"Fair enough. So why are you here Naruto?" I asked

"Why did you kiss me?"

I let out a long slow breath before I answered. "You caught me at a bad time."

Skepticism clouded his eyes.

Words flowed out of my mouth. "Sarada was asleep, she wasn't going to wake up for another hour. The house is bigger than it looks Naruto. Sometimes it echoes."

I waited for Naruto to reply but he remained silent. He was wearing the face of the Hokage again.

"I was lonely. It was a mistake"

"Okay" He said dispassionately. "I understand.'

I had a question for him.

With my voice tinged with irritation I said "I've been thinking about it since it happened. When you broke up the enjoyable conversation I was having with the Amegakure medics, were you doing your duty and watching over your best friend's wife?"

He cringed and it broke his serious Hokage face.

"I am just wondering if you were protecting the virtue and honor of your best friend's wife."

Naruto cleared his throat. "I admit I noticed some of them flirting with you. I admit that. But imagine this, I do nothing, one of them gets fresh, all of a sudden I hear "shannaro" right before I see a Amegakure medic being transported across the room with a broken jaw via your first. Now Amegakure demands you be arrested, I decline their request, they declare war on us, I have to declare war on them. They attack us and our defense obliterates their forces. Losing the war affects their economy and they fall into a depression. If I was protecting anyone here it's Amegakure."

It was a deflection but it was a very amusing one. Amusing enough to sway me towards forgiveness. Whatever Naruto's intentions were at the very least I was sure they came from a good place.

"So you are not here to watch my door like a guard dog?"

He sighed. "Never even crossed my mind."

"Good. I can take care of myself."

He put his hands in the air as if to surrender. "I know, I know. I am sorry if it came across that way."

I smiled. "Now Naruto wouldn't fighting a war over me extend the cycle of hatred?"

He thought about this. He actually paused to consider this.

"There are exceptions to every rule."

"Doesn't your administration support pacifism?"

"Sakura it's closer to a non-aggression principle." He gave me a cheeky look that seemed to say "I've come a long way. Are you impressed?"

I was impressed for the record.

"Alright Naruto if by chance I assault a foreign ally, I give you permission to allow me to be arrested. If I happen to break a decade long peace treaty feel free to just let me go."

He said "I may not be able to let you go..." before he paused and quickly tagged on "as a Hokage I have an obligation to protect my people."

Something about the tone of the first half of his statement had an immediate affect on me. His said it low enough for it register as a whisper and it sent goosebumps running up and down my flesh. I responded with a general but true statement about how his loyalty to his people was what made him a good leader. I then slipped my key into the door and unlocked it just to do something other than stare awkwardly at him.

I heard him say over my shoulder, "You looked beau-nice tonight."

I turned to face him.

"Well you are just being kind."

His eyes softened. "No I am not."

"Thank you, I guess-its not bad for a mama huh? You also looked nice tonight, very handsome actually. If I were single well...I mean..If we were both single...y'know...maybe. Who knows right? If things were completely different than how they are now..."

The light chuckle of an embarrassed woman escaped my lips. I laughed at myself, at my anxiousness. I must have looked a mess because Naruto just stared at me. He appeared confused maybe even worried, as if I had broken the married man and married woman's neutral compliment pact.

"Sakura, may I ask another question?"

I nodded to him.

"Why am I having a hard time believing you?"

"About what?"

"The kiss."

He took a half step forward me. My instinctual response to this was to lean my back against the door for support. Of course it popped open and I stumbled backwards inside. I floundered for about three stumbling steps before I caught myself with as much grace as I could muster. I looked up at Naruto and asked, as if it was what I had in mind all along, if he wanted to come inside to talk.

He considered it for a long, long, long time. Then he smiled before backing away from the doorway, apologizing for his interruption, and announcing that it was best for him to go get some sleep.

I agreed and I even recommended a minimum of eight hours. I didn't let go of my breath until Naruto was gone and I had locked the door .

Overall, I can say I had a good time.

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With the journal in hand Naruto paced about his hotel room. He remembered the night of the opening ceremony very well. He had never seen Sakura looking as lovely as she did that night. Or maybe he had, maybe she had looked as lovely at her wedding. Back then, it hadn't been that long ago, he had felt legitimately happy for his friends and there was nothing more to it. There was definitely something more going on now, something more than friendly.

Naruto had spent the initial moments of the party disoriented, like a man regaining his sight after being blind for many years. Rather than allowing himself to be drawn to Sakura like a month to a flame Naruto deliberately avoided her. His tactic had worked until the Amegakure medics arrived to the scene. When they had surrounded Sakura, when she had happily become lost in the conversation and lost to the room. He felt something he had not felt in a long time.

At first it had manifested itself in amusement.

These guys are pretty lucky that Sasuke isn't here

As the conversation continued it became impatience.

Talking for so long to another man's wife those guys are pretty lucky I'm not Sasuke

As the conversation continued it became irritation.

If I were Sasuke, I would be using my eyes to ignite things from across the room by now

And then.

If I were Sasuke...

The visual came to him immediately, he saw himself henging into Sasuke taking Sakura by the hand, leading her away from the wolves and back to their room. Where he would breathe her in, taste her, touch her like she wanted to be touched. Naruto stopped the visual now as he had then with a vigorous shake of his head. He had been jealous, passionately jealous. And then what did he do? He waited for her at her hotel room. Somehow he'd gotten it into his mind that it was a good idea to be standing beside her right outside her room, him smelling of ramen and her of sweet perfume.

A moth to the flame.

When a husband is jealous, he worries that he might be losing his wife. Sakura was not his wife. How could he be worried about losing something he never had?

Naruto returned to the journal.

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June 25th:

Descriptions such as captivating or inspiring are what I've heard people use to describe a speech by Naruto. But those words fail to capture the intimate connection that takes between Naruto and his audience. Whether it's an impromptu rally to the troops or a scripted event at a formal venue his innate skill at public speaking always shined through. Today was no exception, Naruto's optimism, his compassion, his emotional intelligence were put on display and I found myself in silent awe.

We've known each other for so long and he still surprises me.

I hadn't planned on being a part of such a moment. In fact my intention was just to drop in and greet the Leaf students before they set off for the first stage of the exams. I was about to leave when Naruto arrived and he went to work quickly. Initially it started as one might expect "you represent the village, make your families proud, you are the future of Konohagakure." The genin of course gave Naruto the kind of attention one would give a living legend. But he really grabbed their hearts and minds when he told them a fable once told to him by Jiraiya.

It was a tale about a race of sage birds who dwelled deep within the darkest rain-forest in the world. Generations earlier the sage birds had secured this rain-forest as their homeland because of its abundance of resources and it's lack of predators. The sage birds had everything they needed in the rain-forest except consistent sunlight. Because the top canopy of the rain-forest blocked over ninety percent of the sunlight the sage birds learned to thrive on the forest floor. They lived peacefully, comfortably and without the need of flight. After some decades the sage birds had stopped teaching to their young how to fly and so soon enough many had forgotten this ability altogether.

There however came one sage bird who loved the sunlight. On the rare occasions that a stream of light managed to reach the forest floor this bird bathed in it's warm touch. When he heard tales of how his people used to fly he began to dream of soaring above the trees and being embraced by the delicious rays of the sun. This bird studied under all the sage elders, he unearthed the lost histories of his people, and he rediscovered the ability of flight. As soon as he had trained his body to be physically capable the sage bird took off into the air and burst through the canopy.

Unfortunately a storm had been brewing over the rain forest and the sage bird once again found himself shielded from the light. This time not by leaves but by ever growing dark clouds. Distraught but not deterred the sage bird realized he was certain of only two things. One, beyond those storm clouds awaited the warming glow of the sun. Two, he could not imagine a more joyous event than spreading his wings and being engulfed in that warm glow. With the dreams of gliding between sun-rays in his heart the sage bird soared right into the heart of the storm.

And he was never seen or heard from again.

After the story Naruto announced that there were a number of morals to the tale. It was traditionally a cautionary fable against impulsive behavior, against impatience, against arrogance and greed. On a deeper level still it was a simple observation on human nature, on how some people are never content or satisfied with what they have. Naruto conceded that all of these wise interpretations were valid. However when he had first heard the story from Jiraiya he had not considered any of that. He had in fact admired the bird, he thought it was courageous for the bird to risk the dangers of the storm for his dream.

Naruto had grinned broadly at the genin. He told them how as an adult he could see the wisdom of the traditional interpretations yet he could also still see the merits in his youthful interpretation.

"You will all learn soon enough that the line between courageousness and foolishness, selfishness and selflessness easily blur" Naruto told the students.

"I say consider this what if the life of a sage bird was far less than that of a human. What if I told you the sage bird spent most of his life learning how to fly and he knew he only had weeks left to live, no, days? Would it change the way you think about the story? Would it change the way you think about the Sage Bird?"

Naruto continued by telling the genin that there would be a moment during the exam where they would think to themselves that it was oaky to quit now. That they could just try again later. That the two years until the next exam would go by quickly. He went on to say depending on the situation this could be the most reasonable point of of view in the world. The wisest position to take. But they assume, and it was a reasonable assumption to make, that the exams would be around in two years. That they would be around in two years. Sometimes, he said, whether you know it or not you only get one chance.

"If you get that chance, the opportunity to fulfill a dream..."

He paused.

"Some birds are happy singing and dancing on the forest floor. That can be a happy and fulfilling life for many birds. But if you are the type of bird that dreams of the sun. You may have to face the rain and the thunder. It's up to you to decide if it's worth the risk."

The genin departed for the first phase of the exam with gallantry and vigor in their hearts. It was unexpectedly the Hokage that lingered tentatively in their wake. I followed him for a little bit as he walked about aimlessly around the campus grounds. When there was a comfortable distance between us and anyone else I matched his pace and nudged him playfully with my shoulder. I told him that I also got that bittersweet feeling every time the exams came around. Naruto appeared surprised by my presence for a moment. Then he chuckled warmly. "I'm glad you are here Sakura."

He then craned his head back, looked up into the sky and he said. "I wish Sasuke was here as well."

Despite the currently flawed state of my marriage and the currently awkward status of my relationship with Naruto, there would always be an "us" in some way or some form. "We," "Team Seven," would always exist. I suppose neither of us had anymore to say about my husband so we continued walking for awhile.

Naruto sighed. "When I was younger I would try and break every single rule if it got me some attention. Then I felt like there wasn't a rule I wouldn't break to protect my friends. Now, well life can be so complicated. I am starting to think-"

He glanced at me, unemotional.

"-No I do think that maybe the only way to keep it simple is to keep to the rules."

Not knowing exactly how to respond I said, "Funny how things change."

Naruto caught my eyes,"so you think I've changed?"

I considered the question for some time before answering. "I think-your priorities, naturally, have changed a lot but your heart is always in the right place."

Naruto gave me an odd mixture of surprise and hurt mingled with appreciation. I can only assume in hindsight that this had been the first time anyone had acknowledged Naruto's change, at least to his face.

"I couldn't be the Hokage and still be...I had to mature into the kind of man a Hokage should be."

"Oh you've matured? I hadn't noticed." I said teasing him.

He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. "I am mature, I read books in my spare time."

I asked him what kind of books he read.

"Literature" he said a grin forming on his face.

"Oh what kind of literature?"

"The classics."

"Like what?"

He looked off to the side. "The Lighthouse-on-the-Mountaintop. Its not a well known book but it's a classic."

I laughed out loud. "You just made that up."

He snorted. "Sakura do not be jealous that I am more well read than you are."

"You are not!" I challenged. "Who is the author of The Lighthouse on the Mountaintop?"

"Questioning your Hokage is insubordination" He replied.

"Have mercy on your lowly subordinate Hokage-sama" I said wiping tears of laughter from my eyes.

After a quiet moment Naruto turned to me with a smirk on his face and said, "What did you do to me?"

I asked him what he meant by that. So he leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially. "Ever since you kissed me my mind has been cluttered with unnecessary thoughts."

Abruptly Naruto's stomach collided with my fist.

"That's the kind of joke you want to crack in public?" I whispered back to him.

Naruto half laughed, half coughed as he double over at the waist. Still trying to catch his breath, Naruto plopped down onto the ground to collect himself. I did likewise and I sat facing him

He continued laughing "You know how long its been since someone has hit me?"

"I didn't hit you that hard." I said now slightly embarrassed.

He laughed again and I was struck by nostalgia.

"Naruto, don't change too much okay?"

"That is a promise I can't make." He said pointing to his hat. " He sighed and smiled at me.

"Some things may change Sakura, but you will always be sorta scary to me."

I scoffed. "And you will always be an idiot to me."

He grinned. "That's fine. I don't think I mind that at all."

It was one of Naruto's better grins. It flashed and reflected the Amegakure sun and I was infused with a vibrant energy that I think will carry me through the rest of the day.

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June 27th:

The second stage of the exam took place in Amegakure's version of the Forest Death. The village hidden in the rain had in it's back pocket an immense swamp-like arena that according to the locals had been the only part of the village to be untouched by the civil war. Apparently it was too hot and humid, and the smell too pungent to house rebels or loyalists at any stage of the war. I suppose if anyone could find value in the swamp it would be the Aburame clan. The vast array of hideous insects that claimed the swamp as their home would have surely delighted them.

Knowing from firsthand experience that the exams weren't designed for comfort I still felt genuine pity for the genin having to wade through all that muck. Luckily they were up for the challenge. The harsh environment offered the genin their first opportunities to truly shine as a shinobi and many of them took advantage of the spotlight. The highlights of the second stage, the moments where the genin put on displays of courage, toughness or pride, were broadcast to all the villages of the Alliance. But the general populace only got the replays for this portion of the exam. The entire event however was streamed live to the big wigs and VIPs.

Once again I was in the room with VIPs. The usual suspects were there, the diplomats, the captains of industry, kages, daiyamos. It was a star studded room with six long tables set up with a variety of specialty snacks from all of the villages within the alliance. The dozens or so monitors on the walls showed the genin, giving it all, putting their egos and lives on the line and the VIPs simply nodded approvingly or clapped politely when something amazing happened. There were long stretches of time were the room was so quiet that you would have thought you walked into a library. Although I'd earned the right to be there I still didn't exactly feel like it was my crowd. I tried my best to keep the peace so to speak but I had underestimated the potency of Amegakure's candy flavored liquor. The delicious drinks, in combination with a plucky young genin showing serious guts, got me in some trouble.

"SHANNARO!"

I threw in a fist pump to emphasize my less than refined behavior.

I was pretty sure every head in the room turned to me. From me the crowd then turned, to my mortification, to Naruto. Naruto who had been in a group featuring Gaara and nobles from the Land of Fire and Earth looked over at me and I turned away sheepish. I kept my head down and made a beeline for the tables and grabbed myself a small bowl of mixed fruit. I was spearing some blueberries with a fork when Naruto appeared beside me.

"Sakura"

"Sorry I got caught up in the action." I slurred without looking up from my forkful of berries.

"Right...that's why I am here to scold you for your barbarian-like behavior."

Looking up at him, I was surprised to see the touch of amusement on his face. I started to apologize. I tried to make the case that I couldn't help but be moved by the display of young valor on the screen before me, but Naruto interrupted me.

"You okay?"

"Fine." I said catching myself from swaying.

"I see. You know it's funny I just realized that I never really thanked you."

"Thanked me for what?" I said catching myself from swaying.

"My fight during the final rounds-all those many moons ago. Before all hell broke loose" he sighed. "I heard you in the crowd, through the noise of the crowd. I don't think I told you how much I appreciated that."

"Naruto we were friends, we were a team, you would have done the same for me."

Naruto nodded. "Still I'm not sure you understand how much that meant to me...at the time. I should have thanked you."

I patted him on the shoulder, "Naruto there's an old saying what's understood never needs to be explained."

He smiled. "Is that so?"

"By the way aren't you supposed to be scolding me?"

"Consider yourself scolded."

I shook my head head. "But Naruto politically speaking as our leader you should consider kicking me out for embarrassing you."

Naruto scratched at his chin. "If I kick you out it would be me admitting it was wrong to have you here."

"Oh! You are thinking politically" I said with alcohol laced cheer. "If I stay it would imply I'm here because you want me here-despite my behavior."

"It would imply I enjoy your company."

"On the other hand Naruto, it may also imply that you have an impudent subordinate around you that you can't control."

Naruto shrugged, "or it would imply that I enjoy your company and people will have to deal with that."

I studied him for a moment. At that moment I truly wanted to believe what he said was true.

"Do you enjoy my company Naruto?" I asked. "Really?"

"Of course."

I couldn't contain my smile even if I had tried. But then I looked over Naruto's shoulders to see some of the Raikage's entourage side-eying me. "I think I annoyed them."

Naruto rolled his eyes. "That's their problem. My problem is that-technically in a situations like this the Kage have to be...circumspect."

"Naruto...I mean this with all due respect, But you're vocabulary has come a really really long way." I declared. "I'm not saying you were a dumb kid but-I'll just say this, the gap between your strength from back then to know is parallel to the gap in your vocabulary from back then to now."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is. It really is. I am very impressed with you right now."

A soft laughter escaped Naruto's mouth. "They've got really tasty drinks here don't they?"

"Oh my gosh they do" I aggressively agreed.

"They can sneak up on you though."

"Yep" I said taking in a deep breath,

"As I was saying Sakura I as the Hokage -have to be circumspect but..."

"Way ahead of you Naruto. I'm not the Hokage. So I can cheer for our kids-on your behalf. Since that is your will than I shall comply Hokage-sama."

Naruto gestured towards Gaara's direction with his head. "Come and join us."

As Naruto led me towards the center of the room I ignored the glares of those who preferred to show support for their ninja in prudish silence.

"That genin was very impressive wasn't she? You know she reminded me of someone." Naruto remarked.

"Did she?" I asked. "I wonder who?"

Since I was following Naruto I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. I'd like to say I managed to restrain myself from any additional outbursts for the rest of the night but that would be a lie. I am not the type of ninja to go counter to the will of my Hokage.

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All of it came vividly to Naruto's mind. Their laughter, their easy conversation, the warm glances exchanged. He could remember it all without much effort. A child, a young man would make ridiculous interpretations of those memories. A wise man, a leader, could see those moments for they are. Of course he and Sakura got along well there were years of friendship to back that up. Of course she made him smile, of course he enjoyed her company, she was a close friend.

Except she kissed him

It was her kiss that had started to twist his perspective. What was she thinking? She gave him some answers to that question but he didn't know if he believed her. Why couldn't he believe her? Her actions had forced him to doubt her-doubt her what? What was he doubting?

So many stupid childish questions. But he needed the answers, no matter how stupid or childish they may be.

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June 29:

The life of a medical ninja is such that startling discoveries are routinely made in emergency rooms before the sun has even had a chance to crack a peek over the horizon. Fairly confident of the results of a night of research I made a beeline for Naruto's room. Only to find a line waiting outside his door. Luckily as I arrived Sai stepped out of the room to presumably inspect the line. I let him know I had an urgent message to deliver and Sai did not hesitate to usher me through Naruto's door to the dismay of the others on the line.

"He's being fitted for a custom robe right now, it's a gift from the Amegakure council, but since you say it's urgent..." Sai mentioned as he led me through Naruto's bedroom door, without bothering to knock. We walked in on a scene featuring two geriatric women fussing over the Hokage. Ignoring our sudden presence in the room they stretched cloth measuring tape across the width and length of his body.

Oh and Naruto was dressed only in his boxers.

Surprise flashed on his face when he was saw me but he reined it in with impressive swiftness. Then he addressed us as if were a normal occurrence for people to burst into his room.

"Is there a problem Sai?"

Sai related quickly that I had some urgent news for him. But by the time Naruto turned to me I had completely lost my train of thoughts. Or I should say my train of thoughts had left me behind.

"What is your news Sakura?" Naruto asked.

I told him that I had two questions for him first.

"Are you wearing silk boxers?"

He nodded, embarrassment briefly coloring his face.

Silk boxers, form fitting, obviously a wife's gift to her husband. Hinata had gone shopping for these boxers and picked them out knowing his exact measurements, knowing for sure what looked good on him. These thoughts simply bloomed in my mind as pure facts rather than speculation. Exposed to these facts I should have been amused or indifferent to them but I found myself in a confusing state of ambivalence.

I went on to my next question.

"If you spend most of your time in your office how is that you are in better shape now then you were during the war?"

Naruto's eyes shone with sudden mischief when he looked at me. He explained that it wasn't enough to simply train one's mind for politics. The village head had to be in top physical shape at all times. So his exercise routine was as vigorous now as it had ever been. When one of the elderly tailors wrapped a measuring tape around Naruto's right arm. He flexed and his arm confessed to the room that it was indeed heavy with well defined muscle.

The old woman hanging on his arm cooed playfully while Naruto locked eyes with me.

"Not bad for a papa huh?" Naruto asked with a grin.

At that moment an odd comparison came to my mind. Sasuke and Naruto's body matched their personalities fairly well. Sasuke was, wiry, lean, elusive. Of the two Naruto's overall body had a bit more mass, he was sturdy, sinewy, dependable.

"I have to say I am very impressed by how you've kept so fit" Sai said abruptly bringing me back down to earth.

Naruto gave Sai a look that seemed to express surprise at the fact of Sai still being in the room. He thanked Sai for the compliment and returned his attention to me. "The message Sakura?"

I glanced at the old women. Naruto took the hint and they were politely escorted out of the room a moment later. When they were gone I asked Naruto if it had been necessary for him to have been measured while in his boxers. Seemingly confused by the question Naruto replied that the old women had insisted so it must have been necessary.

I kept my thoughts about that to myself. There were more pressing concerns now anyway.

I informed Naruto that at that moment there was a genin team in the emergency room that had been deemed too injured to continue on with second stage of the exam. The genin team had claimed that they had lost their scrolls to a team from Kirigakure who entrapped them in a poisonous mist.

Naruto noted that Kirigakure had a considerable reputation for the usage of poison.

"Was it an unnecessarily lethal dosage?" He asked.

I told Naruto that the genin hadn't been poisoned the way they thought they had been poisoned. They had instead been attacked with a nerve agent.

Naruto asked if I doubted the genin's story. I did not. Indeed there was enough traces of the poison on them to say that someone had used a poison technique. But their symptoms had not matched what should have happened to victims of such an attack. What they had described seeing was C-rank technique that caused coma like paralysis within seconds of exposure. But the normal process for that is that first one's lips and tongue deaden, then comes dizziness and vomiting, followed by numbness and muscle paralysis.

"It's quite a frightening process. But it's fairly common" I said to Naruto.

"What really happened to the genin?" He asked.

I explained.

The genin had remembered salivating profusely then losing consciousness and then coming in and out of sleep dimly aware that most of their muscles had gone completely numb. I checked their clothing and found a very small concentration of a unique toxic compound that was not found in any known poison mist technique in use. The genin had somehow been tagged with the substance beforehand.

"So the poison mist was a coverup. To mask the actual attack. Those kids were being experimented on?"

"It looks like that." I said solemnly. "It would have taken some time for the substance to seep in from their clothes onto their skin. The poison mist attack was probably timed to match up with that."

I added to the bad news. "These genin might experience some long term effects once the recover. Most of it will be psychological."

Then I piled on some more. "This is new Naruto, I've never seen this before. And in larger doses an advanced variation of this has the potential to be devastating on a battlefield."

"It's your impression Sakura that this was developed after the war?" Naruto inquired.

"I would think so."

I saw something flash in Naruto's eyes, something caught between hurt and anger. Then as quickly as it came it was gone. "Can quick-acting antidotes be created?"

I hesitated

"In your opinion" Naruto added.

I answered sincerely. "I haven't looked into it too deeply but I have some ideas. There are other poisons that may actually be used as a countermeasure since they block acetylcholine receptors that..."

Naruto put his hand up. "You can keep the technical details Sakura. When we get home you can lead a research team to develop antidotes for this or any future surprises Kirigakure may have."

I hesitated again.

Naruto grinned. "You've brought some very critical information to my attention. I was right to put my confidence in you."

I told him that I was honored and flattered but I'd have to decline. I would share my thoughts with Tsunade and Shizune but I reiterated that I was committed to raising my daughter full time.

"And that is admirable. It is truly is. But maybe some kind of schedule can be worked out..." Naruto said.

I asked who would take care of Sarada while I was working.

"When Sasuke comes back..."Naruto started

I cut him off. "When Sasuke comes back he won't stay. He doesn't stay."

"In time...I'll talk to him."

There was an unspoken "again" at the end of that statement. But I found myself wondering in a amused way what could Naruto possibly have said that Sasuke couldn't see for himself when he said goodbye to his wife and child every few months?

I rattled off some obvious truths to Naruto. As hard is it might have been to believe I was not the wounded bird in my marriage. Sasuke needed to go out to find himself. Yes, he would come home to a stable family to reset but needed to find the answers out there, answers that couldn't be found at home.

"That's a separate issue. Right now, I can't help but feel that you are wasting something special. You are special Sakura. One day you will wake up and notice this but it'll be too late!"

By then I was infuriated by the path the conversation had taken.

"I don't need you to save me Naruto?"

Sounding tired Naruto said, "Sometimes Sakura there is a pretty large difference between what you assume about my motivations and what my motivations actually are."

I snapped at him. "Does Hinata wake up every morning to this lecture?"

"Apples and oranges" Naruto growled.

"How do you figure that?"

"We're talking about two different people. What makes her happy might not make you happy, what you makes you happy might not make her happy."

"And you think you know what makes me happy?" I shouted at him.

"I know what used to make you happy and that used to be medical ninjutsu."

"Maybe you are not the only one who has changed Naruto!"

It was then that Sai chimed in.

"It's interesting. Naruto has sacrificed his personal time including time spent with his family to dedicate himself to being a Hokage. Sakura has sacrificed her desire to practice medical ninjutsu to dedicate herself to her daughter. Similar ideals two different destinations."

I locked eyes with Naruto for a moment and then we both turned to Sai.

"Sai you're still here?" Naruto asked.

"Was I not supposed to be here?"

I knew exactly what Naruto was feeling. I had been so focused on the conversation I had completely forgotten that Sai had been in the room. I replayed the conversation in my head almost in a blind panic. I was terrified that something intimate might have been said in Sai's presence.

"Was that supposed to be a private moment?" Sai asked

Naruto's face was then caught in some odd transitional state between being himself and so being frustrated and being the Seventh and taking it in stride. The Seventh won out.

"Anyway thank you Sakura. This information that you've presented is invaluable."

With as much rigid formality I could muster I managed to squeak out some form of "it was my pleasure."

Naruto cleared his throat before announcing that he would definitely have a long talk with the Mizukage. After that we were dismissed. I was at the door when Naruto called out to me.

"Sakura if you can honestly say you don't enjoy it anymore, I'll let it go."

I didn't answer Naruto. I didn't have an answer for him. I continued through the door. As we stood outside of Naruto's room Sai turned to me with a very pleased look on his face and said; "I enjoy when we as a group have these frank and introspective discussions. It implies a closeness in our bond that I truly appreciate."

At that point I was too emotionally raw to contemplate what Sai was talking about. I agreed with him and called it a day.

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July 1

Not sure what to make of what just happened. I was helping prep the emergency room for the coming preliminaries when I saw Sai patrolling the area. The moment he caught sight of me he had rushed over.

"He seems very troubled. Perhaps you can help." Was all Sai said before gesturing for me to follow him.

"He" of course was Naruto. Sai brought me to the featured restaurant in the hotel where we found Naruto sitting alone in VIP section clicking away at his laptop. I mentioned to Sai that Naruto didn't seem all that upset.

"Do you know what he hates the most when he is working? When someone breaks his concentration."

Sai pretended to trip and knocked a lone glass from an empty table to the ground. The glass shattered against the ground, breaking the quiet stillness of the restaurant. Naruto's head snapped up and his blue eyes blazed with shadowed intensity. When his eyes focused on us they cooled considerably.

For as long as I've known Naruto it was generally never too difficult to figure out what he thought or how he felt about most things. However, the reality was that the more passionate versions of his emotions rarely broke through the surface. During our childhood the first impressions many had of Naruto was that he wore his heart out on his sleeve. If that was the impression you got of him you'd be right and wrong at the same time. Or perhaps it's better to say your insight would have been shallow. The water on the surface of Naruto's lake was crystal clear, transparent even, but it ran deeper than you could imagine. If you paid attention you'd realize he knew how to govern his passions to an enviable degree. If he wanted you to know he was angry you would see his anger. If he didn't want you to know he was sad you'd see a near genuine smile. What he expressed emotionally was completely contingent on what Naruto felt really mattered in any given situation. Countless people had imagined they had Naruto figured out from their first impression of him, and he would of course surprise them, time and time again.

I include myself in that group.

After Sai helped a staff member of the restaurant clean up his mess. Naruto beckoned us to his table.

"Just in time for lunch."

As we ate I couldn't help but notice that Naruto was being unusually quiet. I pointed this, among other subtle signs of his frustration, out to him but Naruto deflected my observations. As we neared the end of the meal Sai blurted out what I had been dancing around. "Naruto you seem upset"

Caution came upon Naruto's face. "I am fine."

Before either of us could respond Naruto gestured to a passing waiter who was carrying a tray of drinks. He then asked if either of us wanted a drink.

"A little early for that don't you think." I remarked.

He laughed and told me that I sounded like Shikamaru. This did not deter him from ordering a cup of wine.

"You should watch yourself with the drinks in this village Naruto. They can sneak up on you."

Naruto smiled. "Your concern is noted."

He then took a mouthful of wine.

By the time we had finished lunch Naruto had made the decision to confide in us. Well he told us as much as he could considering that what was discussed at Kage summit's was supremely confidential. It'd been obvious to the public that factions had sprung up among the Kages, mini alliances within the Alliance. Some of the new Kages from the more recent villages had decided that it was in their best interest to curb Naruto's influence on the shinobi world. So they undermined his proposals forcing him to have to present them again after adding significant concessions or amendments he rarely cared for.

"When I was saving their lives they loved me. Now that I have ideas that may change their lives they are scared of me."

"Some people want peace on their own terms" Sai said to Naruto.

It was very profound point. Unfortunately Sai continued to talk.

"Have you considered that your influence can reach beyond the Kages, to their council, to their people? With your status as a living legend many shinobi would prefer to be in your shadow rather than that of a typical Kage who is clearly inferior to you in strength. You can create factions in their village setting up the foundations for a coup d'etat. In two years time at the next summit meeting you reveal to the Kages that they can either submit to your will and stay as figurehead rulers of their village or they can face the humiliation of being stripped of their power by their village council."

Naruto leaned back in his seat. "I had not considered that Sai probably because I am not Danzo. Sometimes I forget that you used to be in ROOT."

"I am just presenting the obvious Naruto. The easiest route for you and everyone to lasting peace would be to either single highhandedly or with Sasuke's help wipe them all out in a magnificent display of power at the next summit, except for the Kazekage of course, then you declare yourself the Hokage of all Kages and have Sasuke as your-"

I interrupted Sai with a kick to his shins from beneath the table.

"Sai's just trying to help" I told Naruto.

Naruto nodded patiently. "Sai's not that far away from what some people think I am capable of. That's the frustrating thing about politics...it's still a war just without bloodshed."

After lunch we were dismissed by the Seventh. Sai and I loitered at the table for a moment but Naruto's focus was now completely on his laptop. We'd gotten as far as the entrance before I doubled back to Naruto's table. Upon reaching him I jumped right into my rant. I told Naruto a brief story about Tsunade's work ethic. Whenever Tsunade was working on a difficult project and things weren't really clicking for her she'd end the night by saying "I have not failed I've actually discovered five hundred ways that won't work." The night after if things still didn't go well she'd say "I have not failed I've actually discovered five hundred and one ways that won't work." She'd keep on going like that until she found the way that worked.

Naruto tilted his head away from the screen just enough to show that he acknowledged my presence.

"I know you will find the right way Naruto because I still believe in you." I blurted out to him. "Well I'm sure a lot of people still believe in you. I am definitely not claiming that I hold exclusive belief in you Naruto, I just wanted to remind you that I am still among those who still believe in you. And there are many who do."

Naruto turned away from the screen a grin making its way across his lips.

"I am trying to figure out how to order you to stop."

"Stop what?" I asked

"No it's impossible, you just do it naturally."

"Do what?"

"Being around you makes me feel very nostalgic. Sakura-c..." He swallowed his words, cleared his throat, swallowed again and chuckled.

"Thank you for the kind words Sakura. You may go now."

Once again I found myself in Naruto's presence with nothing meaningful to say to him. I left and reconnected with Sai outside the restaurant. After talking it over for awhile. We agreed to keep a closer eye on Naruto.

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The problem was nostalgia. For whatever reasons, conscious or unconscious, lately whenever Sakura was around the air became heavy with nostalgia. After rising from the couch and stretching his limbs, Naruto drew in a deep breath. It was perfectly understandable he thought, perfectly natural if he were honest. Certain moods always descended upon him during chuunin-exams. Certain events triggered certain memories and those memories seldom come without baggage.

He let out a breath. Neji came to mind. Neji often came to mind when he attended a chunnin exam. His memories of their fight, of Neji's death, of Neji's life, they always carried what? Sorrow, regret and gratitude in their wakes. In somewhat similar fashion since Sakura had kissed him old feelings had resurfaced.

Naruto ran his palms across his face. Feelings, no he wouldn't go that far. Fantasies-memories of an old love? Love? No, not even that. Unrequited infatuation? Yes of course. Like a tired old man he was replaying-reliving the springtime of youth. Naruto laughed to himself. Gai and Lee would be proud.

He took another deep breath. The stress of the summit and the excitement of the exam had led to the reemergence of a past life. Was something similar occurring with Sakura? She did mention that he had caught her in a bad mood. Was a perfect wave of stress and nostalgia the explanation for the kiss? A possible answer but not a satisfying one. Desiring satisfaction that he wasn't even sure he could find returned to Sakura's journal.

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July 3

First time in two days that I've had the free time to write. Despite the harsh environment the kids really battled hard in the second stage and so too many genin end up passing on. The consequence of this has been an unprecedented and epic multi-day event of randomly selected one-on-one matches. Generational talent had been put on display during the preliminaries and any red-bloodied shinobi could only be excited for the level of skill we were sure to see at the finals.

Still even as we look forward to seeing more of the winners we should still acknowledge those who hadn't be as triumphant. When the preliminaries had ended I found myself treating a despondent genin from the Konoha. Although he'd managed to make it out of a close and engaging fight with only bruised ribs his loss had bruised his self esteem. While I was examining him for any possible head injuries he started to cry. After administering some kindness along with a sedative, I got him to confide in me. Despite having come this far, the boy felt like a failure, a disgrace to his team and village. He'd taken his loss hard so as I treated his ribs I gave him some advice that I'd gleamed over the years.

What I have learned in my life is that there was no such thing as failure to a person that had no lost his guts, character and self respect. A ninja that does the best he or she could do under a given circumstance is a true ninja. Besides there never existed a ninja who succeeded at every objective before him. The great ones however understood that glory came in the rising after every fall. As I talked the boy had remained quiet, when I looked to see if he was being receptive to my words I noticed the wide eyed expression on his face. I followed his gaze beyond my shoulder only to turn to find Naruto.

"Sorry to interrupt" he said staring at me. "It's been awhile since I've watched you work."

I looked a bit to see all the medics and technicians had stopped to stare at him. No one had anticipated that any of the Kages would come down to the medical rooms.

He asked me about the genin. I revealed that as of today no one had suffered any permanent injuries, and there were no casualties either. Naruto found this to be excellent news. I added that I was still a little concerned about him. By the looks of it he was still not getting enough sleep.

He smirked while narrowing his eyes playfully "I appreciate your concern but sleep is a luxury for a Hokage."

I raised my fist. "Naruto if you insist on not getting adequate rest. I'll put you to sleep myself."

He laughed, and then following his cue the eavesdroppers chuckled.

"I will definitely take that into consideration. I am sorry to have concerned you, but I will be fine."

"Of course you will be fine sir, you are the strongest man I know" I said.

Naruto glanced at the still wide-eyed genin. "Take good care of this one Sakura, I need guys like him. Gutsy guys. The future of our village is bright with ninja like him around to support me."

With that said Naruto left and after a few breaths the awestruck genin asked "That was the Hokage right?"

"Yep" I said.

The genin cried again for more joyous reasons this time. A young medic from Takigakure approached me tentatively and asked "You can call your Kage by his first name?"

I hope the next time Naruto wants to tell me he is okay he'll call rather than drop by the medical labs. It took me ten minutes to get everyone back to work.

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July 5th

Naruto and I have fallen into some strange kind of routine. At least "routine" is the only word I can think of at the moment to describe these successive encounters. There is a pause before the final rounds of the exam but we see each other frequently between the summit meetings. And yet we barely utter more than a few phrases to each other.

Maybe I am being too generous calling them actual interactions. Especially if the majority of them consist of us passing by each other as we head off in opposite directions. He would be the Seventh then, surrounded by important people chattering in his ear. They would stop at random intervals so Naruto could make some concise authoritative statement to no one in particular. The moment he stopped talking the chatter would start up again.

Whenever I got close enough to this cavalcade Naruto's eyes would cut towards me and I'd see a smile dance at the corners of her lips. I don't know why but I don't say "hello", I don't wave, I simply meet his gaze. And in the time it takes to draw in a breath we've turned away from each other.

The discreetness of the entire exchange is fascinating but odd. I'm not sure how to describe the tangible undercurrent of these moments. Is it it residual awkwardness from the kiss? Why would it manifest itself like this? The strangeness of these banal moments is that they somehow leave me terrified and elated.

I am a grown woman, a wife and a mother, what is wrong with me?

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Naruto stared at the journal. He contemplated destroying it or perhaps it would be better to order Sakura to destroy it. Could he do that? Could he ask that of her? Anyone who read the entry he just read may get the wrong idea. Was he getting the wrong idea? No, not after that last entry. With the damning evidence down on paper it all seemed obvious.

But where did this, where did it all come from? It still didn't make any sense. He kept reading.

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July 6th:

Quiet day today, thankfully. Heaven willing the rest our time in Amegakure will be as rational. Speaking of the village hidden by rain, I realized today that it hasn't rained a bit since we entered the village. I guess we're lucky for that. People may find it odd but a part of me was looking forward to experiencing some of this village's infamous gloomy weather. I've always found there to be a sad beauty in rainfall. I admit it's strange but to me the rain is quite beautiful to look at especially as it hits the surface of a windowsill. Little drops from the heavens, are they diamonds or teardrops? It depends on your mood.

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July 7th:

I just had a dirty dream.

I haven't had a dirty dream in a long time.

I am a grown woman, married, with a child. My days of dirty dreams should be long behind me. Yet it seems I had underestimated the effects of seeing Naruto half naked would have on me. In the dream I wore the same black dress that I had worn at the opening ceremony except that I was now matching it with knee-high black leather boots. I strutted right into the Hokage's office like I owned the place and no one in the receptionist's area had the nerve to say anything to me. When Naruto saw me come in he looked like he was ready to jump up from behind his desk.

I brought a lone finger to my lips gesturing for him to be still and be silent. I quietly locked the door behind me and then I sauntered over to him. With one sweep of my hand I knocked Naruto's laptop, his lamp, and most of his papers off his desk. I laid down on top of it with my right leg bent and my left extended.

Naruto placed his hand on my knee and ran his fingertips slowly along the inside of my thigh. I moaned softly when he leaned forward and kissed me on the side of my neck. I shivered when his fingers found their way beneath my dress and traced along the edges of my panties. They patiently took the scenic route towards my core. I called out his name and in response Naruto kissed my neck again and bit gently into my skin.

I reached out and pulled his face roughly to mine. His hand slid into my panties.

He whispered my name into my mouth slowly and with promise just as fingers slipped inside me.

Then I woke up.

With my heart pounding and my breathing ragged I ran towards the shower. I spent a while in the shower.

I am not sure how I will able to look Naruto in the eyes today.

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Putting the journal to the side, Naruto marched to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of cold water, and then proceeded to dump the water over his head.

The truth now.

He had never stopped being physically attracted to Sakura. Growing close to Hinata had not made Sakura less appealing to him, it hadn't made her hideous. But his attraction became a distant one. When Naruto saw a picture of a beautiful woman he could objectively feel that the woman was alluring or captivating without feeling the pull, the longing to be with that woman. He could have said the same for Sakura for years now. Attraction without the desire for more than he had.

But then the kiss. Just with that it was as if recalling specific details of a once vague memory.

The desire for more returned. No it hadn't simply returned. It had returned with a vengeance. The attractions of his youth, wanting to get a kiss from her or take a peep at her in the baths carried with them an underlying innocence. All of that was a product of wanting to get to know her, to get close to her, to be by her side. His attraction had once been limited by experience. When you knew how it feels to have a woman's body press against yours, when you know firsthand how the female body can soften and sigh and accommodate you, the feeling of her body syncing with yours and what it means to get lost inside her...

Once you know...It made attraction a very different beast. Naruto swiped at his wet fce with his arms. He wondered if Sakura made love with her eyes closed or did her partner get to see her eyes cloud with desire. Did soft moans escape her lips or did she cry out in ecstasy?

He poured himself another glass of water, dumped it over his head, and returned to the journal.

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Jul 8:

I look Naruto directly in the eyes whenever I see him. If I look anywhere else I flashback to him in his boxers.

Not looking forward to sleeping tonight. If I have another dirty dream I'll wake up feeling guilty again. If I don't have another dirty dream I might wake up disappointed.

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Jul 9:

Tonight started off well enough. But of course as expected with my luck recently, it took an unpredicatable turn. The Kage's meeting ended early so Sai and I were invited to have dinner with Naruto and we were soon joined by the Raikage and the Kazekage. As we shared food and drinks we covered every predictable topic under the sun. I found it adorable how Naruto's eyes lit up when he spoke of Himawari and Boruto. He was a proud papa. Eventually we moved to more familiar grounds, the past. Or more specifically the chunin exam Naruto, Gaara, and I had participated in. Gaara ended up apologizing to us over his actions for about the hundredth time since we had become friends. A few gulps of wine made Gaara insistent so the only thing either of us could do was gracefully accept his apology as if it were the first time either of us had heard it

Then things got strange. Naruto had inquired about Bee.

"He's in love," The Raikage had frowned. "Well to be more accurate he's obsessed."

Naruto took this revelation with amusement. The Raikage was not as happy about it. Quite frankly he seemed somewhat irritated by Bee's antics during his apparently fevered courtship.

"It's all he talks about at dinner tables or mission briefings." The Raikage declared.

"Bee did strike me as a romantic" Naruto stated.

"Really? I think this came out of nowhere. I don't remember him ever desiring to be in a-commited relationship."

"Such desires do not materialize out of thin air. He always had it you just never noticed." Gaara told the Raikage.

"Actually" Sai began. "It could have been spontaneous. No one is immune to the sudden arrival or departure of desire."

"That's an interesting point Sai" I said. "It's possible Bee may have had a sudden change of heart."

"Change for the worst." The Raikage sighed. "It's like he's lost his mind."

Taking this cue I told the group an amusing bit of medical history. Centuries ago love sickness had been listed as a medical condition. Of all the passions listed love was considered the most violent and troubling of all. Though not fatal it had considerable mental and physical effects on the people.

"So what did our ancestors think was the cure for this condition?" Naruto asked me.

"Well according to the scrolls when no other means will take effect. Let the patient go off and be with his lover."

"Sounds effective." Naruto said with a smirk.

"If I were perfectly honest...I don't know what Bee sees in her." The Raikage groused.

Naruto nodded. "Well what's that old saying, 'the heart has its reasons, which reason does now know.'"

Gaara aglow from his last cup of wine glanced across the dinner table at me and then Naruto. Sighing contently he announced, "Shukaku and I were a little surprised when we heard you married Hinata, Naruto. You had fought really hard to protect Sakura during our fight both of us thought you'd two would get together."

Naruto was seated to my left and I turned to him just as he turned to the right. I waited for him to comment but I suppose he'd been waiting for me to comment because Gaara's statement was met by absolute silence.

So of course Sai jumped, "That is interesting because I too once believed Naruto held strong feelings for Sakura."

Naruto addressed the table.

"I still do have strong feelings for Sakura...just not in the way you once thought Sai. Life is complicated. There was a confusing mix of emotion, angst, anger and hormones flying around our team and when you are young you think you were feeling one thing and it isn't until you get a little older that your realize it might have been something else."

Sai seemed to consider this. "So you are saying your feelings weren't real?"

"Sakura and I discussed it and we concluded that my feelings at the time may have stemmed from something other than love. Something inferior."

"Compared to Sakura's love for Sasuke" Sai added.

"Let's just say my feelings were not as big as her love for Sasuke."

Naruto laughed good naturedly. "So its easy to see why Sakura never considered me."

Despite my better judgment I said. "That's not true. I did consider you. I mean it did cross my mind."

"Really?" Sai asked.

Naruto returned his attention to me. His eyes were as steady as his voice.

"Sai, I think Sakura is just trying to spare my feelings."

He stared right into my eyes as he talked.

"Sasuke was-is the only love I've known that is true. But I did consider Naruto."

I was addressing the table as well but I didn't break our eye contact.

"Naruto was the strongest of the three of us-not just in a physical sense. In the sense of keeping himself together. Naruto is sweet and kind and he just naturally tries to take care of those around him. Of course I did consider Naruto but..."

I paused.

My brain might have been in overdrive but my mouth was still way ahead of it. The words formed in my mouth before they registered in my thoughts.

"Well...He didn't need me."

I broke our eye contact and stared down at my hands. It took me a moment to regain the courage to look back up at him.

"I wanted to be needed."

I barely heard Sai's voice over the sound my blood, rushing to my ears, I'm not sure what he said. I stared into Naruto's eyes with such intensity the only color I saw was blue.

"...So just like Hinata needed me." I had heard someone say.

And it took me a half a second to recognize it had been Naruto's voice. He broke our eye contract and turned back to the rest of the table and dispelled the tense atmosphere with a jovial smile. Naruto was one of those rare people who could alter moods with the twitch of his lips and and the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"In the end it all worked out for the best. We're both with the loves our lives, we're still friends, everyone is happy."

Sai nodded. "There's also a saying that true love like cream in homogenized milk will always rise to the surface. "

"I am not sure anyone has ever said those exact words Sai but the sentiment is sweet" I laughed.

The entire table broke out into laughter. No one laughed with more enthusiasm than Gaara whom right up to Sai's "quotation" had a guilty, embarrassed look on his face. It's obvious that he had no idea that his casual statement would have opened up such a can of worms. So of course he eagerly accepted this lighter tone. The conversation shifted to safer grounds as we snacked on dessert. After some cake and icecream our little party broke up for the night. In the process of bidding everyone goodnight I let it slip that I was going to the medical labs to pick up some notes I had left behind.

Well what happened at dinner was quite an emotional experience for me. But that turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg. What happened next was for better or worse the emotional highlight of the night. In the lab there were a handful of medics and technicians looking over some equipment. No one who would be really surprised to see me there during the night shift hours. I went to my office and waited for the inevitable knock on the door. It came about fifteen minutes after my arrival.

I took in a deep breath before calling out that the door was open,

Naruto eased into the room and shut the door quietly behind him. I waited for him to say something else but he simply studied me.

"There was no reason for me to lie" I said anticipating his thoughts. "Not this time..."

He didn't respond but I noticed his breathing was irregular. It was relatively shallow and swift, not usual from someone with Naruto's level of fitness or his demeanor. It was subtle though and would have escaped the notice of most people. But as a medic it would have been harder for me not to notice. He was, I realized, making a very good attempt to relax himself and regain his composure. What I could not tell by his breathing was if he was angry or simply hurt.

I stepped closer to Naruto and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Nothing has changed Naruto."

He licked his lips, "I don't even know if I believe anything you say anymore."

"What?"

"I hear you but I can't tell..." The impact of his gaze on me was so intense that I took a half step back. "When you kissed me it-."

He cut himself off mid sentence and he let his eyes roam around the office.

"Why did you come to your office instead of going to your hotel room?"

"I figured you would want to talk. I thought I'd save us the trouble of having to explain you knocking on my door during the night."

"You thought you'd save us the trouble?"

He smiled.

"Am I that predictable Sakura?"

"It depends. When you get your mind to do something, you tend to just go and do i-"

Naruto interrupted me by pulling me close and giving me a long lingering kiss. I suppose if he wanted me to shut up that was one way to get me to do it. He broke the kiss and pulled back. I think now, in hindsight, that he was gauging my reaction. I was a little too stunned to speak but my body knew exactly what to do. I arched closer to him and Naruto dove in for seconds. This kiss was an explosion compared to the last two kisses. Urgency replaced sweetness when his lips covered, well I should say claimed my own. An anything but tentative tongue brushed past my lips and explored the world beyond. Once I got over my initial shock I responded with equal ferocity knocking the Hokage hat right off his head as I drove my fingers into his blonde hair. Then like a river meeting the sea I simply flowed into him.

Instinct and need drove me to edge both of us towards my desk. I was just about to push Naruto on top of a pile of injury reports when I heard heavy footsteps in the lab outside the door. Somebody coughed and we froze. Naruto's hands stalled on the first knotted button on my dress and my fingers stilled on the waistband of his pants.

We stood there for a minute, holding on tightly, breathing each other in. The footsteps faded away.

I think I made a noise between a giggle and a sigh right before I said, "That should not have happened."

"I shouldn't eat ramen, I shouldn't drink, I shouldn't kiss you. Sakura tell me why all the bad stuff are so addictive?"

I lowered my voice to a raspy tone. "In my professional medical opinion I think you just have an addictive personality. You get a taste of something good and you just want more."

Naruto gave me a wolfish grin. "I think you're right doctor I just can't help myself."

Heaven help me I giggled again when our lips met for a third and fourth time.

When the chuckles subsided Naruto pulled back. We just looked at each other, neither of us saying a word. I reached out and gently caressed his face, outlining his whiskers with my fingertips. In the silence of the room the moment passed and reality settled in for both of us.

"I think we've crossed a line." He said.

We released our grips on each other. Naruto glanced at the desk I followed his gaze. I believe it dawned on us both at the same time what would have happened had we been in a less public area. In the moment of silence that followed we readjusted our clothing, smoothed out our hair and buttoned what had been unbuttoned. All these actions occurred beneath a shared cloud of guilt.

Soon enough Naruto back to respectable form with his hat on and his spine straight and I found to courage to apologize.

He shook his head, apologizing to me "I should be...better than this"

"We both should be better...than this" I conceded.

Naruto walked towards the door but stopped with his hand on the knob. "Before I met you, I wanted to be the Hokage. I don't recall much about my life befor that dream was part of my life. I can't even imagine what a Uzumaki Naruto who didn't want to be a Hokage would look like. I knew from a very early age that nothing, nothing on this earth would get in the way of my dream."

He look over his shoulder at me. "Sakura you and I are very similar. Was-Am I wrong to think that?"

I felt a hard lump in my throat and I did my best to swallow it. "We are similar in many ways."

Naruto waited a beat before adding, "I thought so."

He studied me for a moment before leaving. No more words were exchanged, no secretive touch, no discreet eye contact-no goodbye smooch.

I took a moment then to assess myself. I waited for guilt, and shame to engulf me. They came in time. I felt shame when I thought of Sarada and the kind of woman I wanted to be in her eyes. I felt guilty when I thought about the vows that I had made and the promises I had broken if not physically but mentally. I regretted that my life had reached a point where the kiss of a man other than my husband would leave a song humming in my veins.

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Naruto recalled the moment after the second kiss when Sakura had pushing up against him. It was then that it had dawned on him what was happening. At that moment in time he had wanted nothing more than for it to happen. It was like losing himself to Kurama the way he had lost his senses.

In the aftermath, while he was in his room and with reason returned to him, he found himself overwhelmed by guilt. He considered calling to his wife. Coming clean to Hinata, letting her know what had happened, how he felt. He wanted to tell the truth. But what had been the truth? What could he tell her? Was it lust, love? When did he fall in love with Sakura? When did he have time to fall in love with his busy schedule?

He didn't call her. He was supposed to make her happy, supposed to keep her happy, that was his role as a husband. He had an obligation to Hinata, she was his wife, the mother of his children, his greatest fan. He hated to disappoint her.

Naruto had no intention of breaking up his marriage. However in a moment of clarity, even when his lust had abated, he was aware that the temptation to go back to Sakura was a real one. It was something more that just a physical reaction. This feeling though familiar frightened him. It frightened him more than any enemy combatant ever could.

Naruto laughed as he flipped the next page in Sakura's journal, he was in the same position that he had been many years ago. Of his feelings he was sure of Sakura's he could not be certain.

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Jul 10:

Infidelity is an ugly word.

An even uglier act

Nothing good can come from it.

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Jul 10:

There were times while Sarada was at the academy that I would lay down in bed and think to myself. There must be more to love than this. If I were to find something more in the arms of someone other than my husband would that really make me a monster? Perhaps

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Jul 11

Naruto forgets that he and Sasuke are also alike. Sasuke also had a dream that no one would get in the way of. Sasuke lived out his dream and has yet to forgive himself for its completion.

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Jul 12:

If I can just keep everything contained to my private thoughts. Then it isn't all that bad. If it's all a fantasy than I haven't betrayed anyone.

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Jul 13:

Sai came to me while I was on my lunch break.

"He's upset again."

We got to Naruto's hotel room just as Gaara was stepping out. The Kazekage closed the door behind him with a heavy sigh. I threw questions at him. I managed to only get a vague and cryptic answer, which was all things considered a victory.

"The further we get from the war the easier it is for idealism to be replaced by everyday."

It wasn't much but it shed a little light on what I could expect from Naruto's mindset. We entered the hotel room to find Naruto scolding his laptop.

"I needed the revision yesterday! Not today, not tomorrow, not next week, I needed it yesterday!"

Shikamaru's voice came through speakers. "I'll try and get it to you tonight."

"Don't try, get it to me Shikamaru! Get me that revision because I am drowning here and you are supposed to be my lifeboat!"

Naruto slammed the lid of the laptop shut. He turned to us his eyes wild with passionate fury.

"What do you want?" He grunted.

Before we could say anything Naruto cut us off with a wave of his hand.

"Actually no, I am headed out. I need some air."

Sai stepped forward. "Are you leaving the hotel? I have to alert securirty when you leave..."

Naruto shook his head. "I don't have time for that"

"But the Alliance has set rather definite regulations about moving around-"

Naruto interrupted Sai with a spat.

"If there is someone out there who is strong enough to kill me Sai what can you or Amegakure's security protocol do against him? I'd have to protect you guys! You guys would be burdens to me. You are useless Sai, can't you see that?!"

I slapped Naruto across the face with my open hand. It wasn't something I consciously thought about doing. It just happened and I heard Sai gasp.

"Ask me again if I think you've changed." I said to Naruto.

The Seventh stepped back. He was hurt, he was humiliated. But mostly the slap had startled him. He put his hands up toward his face and looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes. I've hit Naruto so many times over the years and I think this was the first time I had ever truly hurt him.

He wasn't alone. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks

After a moment he closed his eyes and when he reopened them he offered me and Sai an oddly composed stare.

"Anyone who is still in this room when I get back will be stripped of their rank."

He maqrched out of the room leaving me and Sai alone.

"I suppose we should just give him some space for now" Sai mused. He was surprisingly unfazed by what just happened. I took a bit of confidence from that.

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Jul 15:

"What do you want Uchiha-san?" Naruto slurred at me when I first approached him.

I suppose "Uchiha-san" was supposed to hurt me but he was the one who flinched at his own words. As if he had tossed explosives at me but was standing too close to the explosion to avoid the sharpnel.

Unlike Tsunade and Lee, Naruto was a mellow drunk. A certain amount of liquor made him docile, it made him slower. Booze always seemed to curb his personality. However, it also made him less inclined to guard some of his more private thoughts.

"They've got really tasty drinks here don't they?"

"It's something else" Naruto answered.

"Sai told me you apologized to him. He also said that you were brooding in your room."

Naruto had been sitting in a reclining chair on the balcony of his room when I entered. We were on the thirtieth floor so he was staring out into the horizon with a bottle of sake at his side.

"I do not brood Sakura. I am reflecting on my life."

"You are drunk."

"I reflect better when I am drunk."

"Well brooding, reflecting, I am here to cheer you up."

"You really shouldn't be here" he said.

I asked why not.

He looked me up and down in an exaggerated manner and said, "Because like you said I am drunk. And you might think you know what I need. But I know what I want."

He fell abruptly silent, as if he felt he had said too much. He turned away embarrassed.

"Sorry about that. That was-I don't know what that was."

I stepped deeper into the balcony. "That was you being drunk. It doesn't matter though I probably trust you more than anyone."

Naruto offered me a skeptical look. "Really, even after what happened in your office?"

"I am fairly sure I actively participated in that incident."

"I might drunkenly fondle you."

"Only if I let you."

Naruto's right eyebrow rose suggestively.

"No."

"It would cheer me up though."

"You are a married man Naruto. I am a married woman."

"Yeah we were married two days ago in your office and look how that turned out..."

I conceded his point as he sipped from the bottle.

He then sighed. "I'm sorry about the other day Sakura. I was projecting my own uselessness on someone else. Projecting is the right word right?"

I answered that though the usage was correct the context seemed questionable.

"I am failing as the Hokage Sakura," Naruto told me as if it were the most obvious news in the world.

"How can you possibly think that?"

He explained that when it was becoming clear that Naruto's time to be Hokage was fast approaching he asked Shikamaru to calculate the chances of a war breaking out during his tenure. Shikamaru came to him the next week with troubling news.

Naruto quoted Shikamaru's exact words to me very dramatically.

"These are all estimations of course. But based on the current political climate as long as you remain as strong as you are for the rest of your life there will be less than twenty percent chance of a war breaking out between the villages while you live. If you lost your power or died of natural causes in office there's a Fifty five percent chance there will be a war between at least two village within fifteen years of your death or loss of power. War will break out within one year if you are assassinated and Sasuke is still alive."

"Sasuke would probably not react to your assassination in a reasonable manner" I told Naruto.

Naruto snorted "A fine mess for my successor to clean up."

Naruto had asked Shikamaru to elaborate on the report. And his future councilor did. It seemed the fighting hadn't stopped because of any serious idealism forged by camaraderie discovered during the war. The reality was nothing at the moment had been worth fighting for to risk Naruto and Sasuke intervening. At best in a conflict between nations or villages Naruto and Sasuke could stop a fight and humiliate the combatants in front of the entire world. At worst if either Naruto or Sasuke picked a side during a conflict the other side faced the prospect of complete destruction. The scales would realign themselves when one of them died. With better odds they would take more risks.

"So I thought to myself I have to change the way people think about certain things. But I needed to do something without being the big stick hovering over everyone. Without being the weapon that Nagato left behind to keep people in check. I needed people to be open to change without me having to flex first."

Immediately after becoming Hokage, Naruto had Shikamaru began to work around the clock to come up with ways to further the international peace movement. However whenever Naruto presented some of his ideas to other Kages, the newer ones especially, the Daimyos, or other heads of state, they talked over him, they talked down to him, they talked through him. They talked to him about economics, history, geography, they had many legitimate reasons and many excuses to paint him as just an idealistic dreamer. A very strong dreamer though, worth meeting, worth respecting for his battle prowess, worth going to for protection if need be, but a dreamer nonetheless. So they did their best to keep information from him, to leave him confused and misinformed, they chuckled right in his face if he was caught lacking in knowledge of the current topic of discussion. In some instances he had found himself feeling as if he had been transported back to his "deadlast" days in the academy.

"To change a political climate you've got to be political right? I needed to think like them, I needed to be able to maneuver around words and people, to read between lines like them, I need to know what they knew. I worked hard at that for a long long time. I learned how to be a politician Sakura, and I used what I learned over the years to get this chunin exam."

"It's a tremendous achievement," I said.

"You would think that. Except that it's scared some people. Some of the kages don't trust me anymore. They think I have too much influence on the world stage. Sakura this whole time I thought I was working with them towards achieving the chunin exams. It turns out I had been fighting them, I fought with politics instead of my fist to get this. There's more tension now then there was when I got into office. All these years and I've made it worse."

He took another swig of sake.

"With the way things are now if I die tonight within fifteen years there is a better than fifty percent chance of a war breaking out. That means Boruto, Sarada, Himawari will have to fight, they'll have to watch their friends die. What is the point of anything I've ever done if I can't even keep our children out of war Sakura?!"

I asked Naruto if he thought he could stop wars forever. He didn't think so, but he had pledged to himself that he would at least minimize the possibility that his children would experience the horrors of war.

"I am the Hokage, I should be making a better future for the next generation."

I mentioned to him that I thought he had been changing the world by just being him. To me he had been changing the world before he even became Hokage. I told him how Sarada will look to her father and try to decipher what being a shinobi really means. She'll learn from him that a shinobi loves and protects her village and her family and she should never give up on them. When she comes to me for the same thing, I'll tell her that a shinobi tries to understand others, even her enemies. That compassion is not a weakness and love is a strength. Both of our answers will come from our personal experiences with the same man. Hopefully Sarada will pass this example on to her children, just like Boruto and Himawari will pass it on to their children. Ino's children, Shikamaru's children, Konohamaru's children hopefully they will all pass it down.

"That sounds like the Will of Fire" Naruto said.

I insisted that it was different. This was new. The First was only thinking about Konohagakure. If one percent of the people who felt Naruto's feelings during the war pass it on to their children and they pass it on to their own. one day then what it means to be a shinobi will be completely different than what Hashirama even imagined. And the world would be a better place for it.

"Hopefully" Naruto said. "Maybe you are giving me too much credit Sakura "

"No I don't think so Naruto. You are actually the coolest guy."

Naruto tried to suppress a smile, but he did not quite make it.

"Hey don't hide it from me, I like that smile."

He grinned. He then brought the half finished bottle of sake to his mouth but stopped himself and placed it back down on the ground beside him.

"Thank you."

"No, I should thank you for inviting me here. I really enjoyed working with medical ninjutsu again. Naruto I really do love being a medic."

"Give me a phone, I'll reinstate you as the lead medic in Konoha right now."

It made me really happy to know that Naruto believed in me so much. I said that to him. But I had to decline. Sarada needed me, I may be an ineffectual wife but I've devoted myself to being a great mother.

Naruto started to say something, but seemed to think better of it, "...I understand."

"I've made my choices and I'll stick to them."

Naruto looked at me, considering. "Sakura, are we going to have an affair?"

I was standing still and yet somehow I almost tripped over my own feet.

"Who said anything about an affair?!"

Naruto shrugged. "No one has said anything about an affair. There's just this thing going on between us."

"A thing?" I asked.

"A thing. And it keeps me up at night."

He paused.

"I didn't mean for it to sound like that."

I draw in three deep breaths. Then I gave Naruto my opinion on our "thing."

"It was like you explained at dinner. Life is complicated. There was a confusing mix of emotion, angst, anger and hormones flying around when we were younger. It could be happening again. I had been feeling really lonely lately and Naruto had been feeling very stressed. The circumstances we found ourselves in, created fantasies in our minds. Fantasies that we might be able to turn the clock back, return to a time when we were young and fresh and innocent and we only had our dreams. When we feel any sort of distance between ourselves and our spouses we build intimate connections with people whom we believe we might be able to relive our lives, it's an impossible but attractive dream."

Naruto stared at me his reddened eyes wide. "Wow, you've given this a lot of thought."

"I-I've been thinking things through since the scene in my office. I don't want to make a mistake based on poor judgment and wishful thinking." I said.

"So if we were in love, right now, it wouldn't be a mistake?"

"It would still be a mistake" I pointed out. "We would simply have a better excuse for making a mistake than we do now."

"You are smart Sakura you should have been Hokage."

Naruto looked me over again. This time without the exaggerated lust that was meant to scare me off. When he spoke again his voice had changed, it was kind and generous and cheerful, like the Naruto of old.

"You know the truth is, it would have never worked out between us. You would have been mean to me all the time."

I smiled. "You would annoy me all the time."

"I bet you snore Sakura."

"I do not snore!"

"Not only do you snore you hog all the blankets."

"I bet you eat in bed and leave crumbs all over the place," I countered.

"You don't even know how to cook ramen do you?"

"You don't know how to eat anything besides ramen do you?"

"It's obvious Sakura, you and I were not meant to be."

Naruto smiled. The slightest kindest smile. He looked at me the same way he had looked at me while standing on my doorstep in Konohagakure months ago. I knew then that I was in love with Naruto. I was on the verge of my own emotional breakdown. But the moment wasn't about me, It was about Naruto. We chatted and laughed some more our conversation colored meticulously in between platonic lines. Eventually he began dropping hints that I should leave. I suspected he had some more "reflecting" to do so I dragged the conversation until he announced that he intended to go to bed. I didn't believe him but I couldn't babysit him.

Before I left I said to him that he really had no need to redefine himself to be a good Hokage. If anything he should redefine what it means to be a good Hokage. He nodded to me in silent acknowledgment of the statement. I do not know if my words had any impact on him or if he simply just wanted me leave. I left reluctantly and I retreated back to my room where I granted myself the opportunity to shatter properly.

I had told Naruto the truth when I said that he had caught me at a bad time right before I kissed him. I had been indeed, at that moment, vulnerable to his presence. But as history has proven its when I am at my most vulnerable that my relationship with Naruto clarifies itself. I can admit it to myself now I kissed him because I love my stupid Hokage. As much as it sounds like the plot of a trashy novel I am a woman, mother, wife, who is in love with her boss. I didn't tell Naruto this because he would want to know how, and why now? After all these years, after all that has happened. What could I say really? Could I really tell him it's because of the way he looked at me. Naruto probably doesn't even know he does it.

I am reminded now of cryptic remarks uttered to me by Tsunade randomly for years when in her most inebriated states

"Naruto still looks at you like you're a woman."

She would ay this to me and I would simply nod my head at her. How else was Naruto supposed to look at me? I was a woman after all. I didn't get it, I had stopped paying attention long ago. Then he invited me to be part of the chunin exams. Naruto stood at my door and his warm eyes washed over me. He didn't just simply see me as a woman like Tsunade had said. I was a mother, I was a trusted friend, I was someone who had talent, who had skill, someone who he admired, someone beautiful and sexy, someone who was worth being looked at with love by someone like him.

That wasn't the first time he had looked at me that way. I can remember now bits and pieces, moments in time, the look had been there. It had always been there. I kissed Uzumaki Naruto, my friend, my Hokage, a married man I now love, six months ago, and fifteen years too late.

After the war I had concluded his feelings for me were rooted in his rivalry with Sasuke, that made more sense to me at the time than anything else. And it made things much easier. No would get hurt if that were the truth. So for years this was our truth. Naruto was happy with Hinata and I was happy with Sasuke, everyone got what they wanted.

So what right did I have to love Naruto now?

In years these kisses will be harmless kisses between friends. This will again be our truth and it will become the truth. Naruto will continue to be happy with his family, and I will be happy with my family.

Everyone will be happy.

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Of all the emotions that swelled beneath him anger was the first to break through. In a fury Naruto slammed Sakura's journal on the coffee table. He then sat back on the couch and waited for his rage to settle. Whom was he mad at? Himself, Sakura, the universe?

Love he had always known was a powerful individual driving force. But was a person driven by that force obligated to respect the personal force driving another? This is what Naruto had considered in a far less sophisticated manner years ago when he had first seen signs of Sasuke reciprocating Sakura's affection. Sakura was in love. Naruto was in love too. There was an obvious conflict. When Naruto considered Sakura's love. When he considered how it had remained intact through various trials and tribulations. When he considered how much she was willing to sacrifice for Sasuke. He didn't think he could win, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to win. Why cut Sasuke from a potential source of happiness? Truth be told he admired the depth of Sakura's feelings. In many ways he could have related. So for the first time in his life Naruto conceded defeat without trying his best.

When Sasuke had gone on the first of his many journeys Sakura measured their friendship for any sign of hard feelings. Naruto downplayed his intentions and she was left with her assumptions. He didn't fight her on it. It didn't matter whether they, her assumptions, were true or not. The results would be the same. Perception became reality and he opened his heart to alternatives.

Naruto sighed as he lifted himself off the couch

An alternative had presented itself. And he fell in love again. No, it had been a different feeling with Hinata, he didn't fall, he accepted love. He wanted to protect and take care of her. He wanted to be there for her. It seemed inevitable. He thought it was mature, a mature love that would carry him through the rest of his life. He made a home with Hinata. They had established a future.

As Naruto headed to the bathroom memories of his visit to the Uchiha household floated to his mind. Even before the kiss when they were just talking about the chunin exam the familiarity had been there. But he was being disingenuous. Familiarity wasn't the right word to use. It was chemistry. The conversation had been like a dance, he dipped, she dipped, they matched each other's stride, it was fun. He gone over to give her a briefing of sorts, a mission with objectives and it was fun. When it was over he hadn't wanted to leave. He couldn't stay so he just took a moment to look at her. She noticed his look, closed her eyes, lifted her head and their lips collided.

In hindsight there had been other moments like that in the past. Of course none of them had ended with a kiss but the atmosphere had been similar. Brief moments during birthday parties, village festivals, and the occasional double date. A glance here, an affectionate touch there, the occasional playful conversation, a smile seen from the corner of his eyes. Platonic moments of course since they were old friends.

Naruto turned the tap in the bathroom sink and allowed the cold water to pool in his hands. He splashed the water across his face and the bracing cold shocked his system.

He had reset. Now it was time to decide what kind of a man Uzumaki Naruto was.

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Sakura was disheveled in appearance and emotion when she entered Naruto's room later that evening. She noted immediately that he appeared to be in no better shape at least in his outward appearance. Any sleep he had gotten had not been a restful one. But at least he wasn't wet.

"You were out in that rain?" Naruto asked.

"Yep. It's cats and dogs out there" she replied. The downpour had hit her out of the blue. Within minutes, she was soaked through. Now water dripped from her hair onto the hotel room's carpet.

"Out for a walk?" He asked.

"Trying to clear my head. Should have brought an umbrella."

The chunin exams had not been easy on either of them. But it was almost over. When they got home in a few days, when they were around the safety net of their friends and family things would go back to normal.

Naruto had been standing near the glass doors that led out into the balconly. When she started to move deeper into the living room Naruto stopped her by putting his hand up.

"I am sorry" He stated.

She stared at him quizzically"For what?"

Naruto pointed to the notebook that lay on the coffee table.

"I stole your journal from your room. I read it."

She charged.

Naruto slipped away from her blow in a blast of chakra.

Now standing a few feet away from her he said, "As sorry as I am and I am truly sorry. I can't let you kill me Sakura."

She turned to him her fists clenching. "It'll be okay as long as I restart your heart within four to six minutes.."

Naruto scratched at his cheek. "Let's talk about this reasonably."

"Reasonably? You ass!You broke into my room and stole my journal!"

"Okay there's nothing reasonable about what I did. But still let's talk."

She turned away from him and walked towards the balcony. She drew in three quick breaths while watchig sporadic raindrops collect on the glass doors.

"Sakura...I needed to know."

"Well now you know. And it doesn't mean anything. It doesn't change anything. What was the point?"

"I had to know" Naruto repeated.

She turned to him. "And?"

"And I fell for you again, no maybe I never stopped loving you I don't know. Maybe you are right, maybe its was triggered by stress or some other psychological thing whatever. All I know is it's real, my feelings are real."

"And what good do all these revelations do for us?" Sakura asked with her eyes misting over.

"With everything out in the open we can now proceed accordingly."

Naruto straightened his posture and drew in a massive breath.

"Sakura it's very simple we are going to ignore it all. Live our lives as if none of this ever happened"

"It's that easy?" Sakura asked.

"I never said it would be easy Sakura I said it's simple. The answer to this problem is a simple one, living it out is hard. In time it'll just fade away like a hard to remember dream."

"Poetic" Sakura smiled. "You know I used to believe that feelings couldn't change."

"Sakura even if it's true that feelings can't change, the fact is they can be ignored. "

The Seventh walked over to the coffee table and picked up the notebook. He took a few steps towards Sakura and extended the journal out to her.

"Sakura the path I've walked has given me Boruto and Himawari. If I were sent back and given the choice I'd walk down the same path again. I'm sure you feel the same way about Sarada."

"Absolutely." Sakura took notebook from him, and in the exchange she perceived the wisdom of Naruto's words. Though there was a slight coldness in them. An accurate if not harsh assessment of their reality. Clutching her journal in her hands she understood that Naruto was right, her options were crystal clear. Love or loss, similar words, four letters, one syllable each.

"You know I think I was scared" Naruto said.

"Scared?"

"I knew how you felt about Sasuke. But I could have confessed anyway just for the closure if nothing else. But it's easier not to knock than to have the door close on your face."

"You were scared? You mister defier of impossible odds, the legendary Stubborn Fox of Konohakagure?"

Naruto shook his head, "I never liked that nickname. Yeah I guess I was scared but I knew it would work out for the best and it has."

"What would you have said to me?" Sakura inquired.

Confusion masked Naruto's face.

"If you had back then, if you had a chance to tell me how you felt, what would you have said?"

Naruto turned away and chuckled. "I wrote it down you know...back then, I had it all down. I used to practice in front of a mirror. Then I throw it out."

"Do you remember any of it?"

"I don't understand..."

"I think this will help." Sakura said. "It's closure..."

"Closure?"

"Trust me."

After a moment of contemplation or hesitation Naruto began "I would have said-I would have said that Sakura I spent a lot of time trying to read your mind. I can't read it but I still try all the time. I think I know what would make you happy. But I can''t really know. Can you really know everything about someone else? Probably not. You Sakura, you don't know much I want to love you..But I know how much I love you. I know that if were together I would get on your nerves, and we would fight a lot. And I can't be the type of cool guy that you want. But I know that I can love you constantly with everything I have. Because I want too. I know I am selfish and I am greedy, because I want to be the one to make you happy, I want to wipe away your tears, I want be the one to make you smile."

Naruto paused, interrupted seemingly by a sudden memory. He then sighed "And that's what I would have said to you."

"What do you think I would-How would I have answered your confession?"

"I expected you to say 'thank you for your feelings Naruto. I appreciate them but I am in love with Sasuke.'"

Sakura drew in a deep breath and looked Naruto in the eyes. "Thank you for your feelings Naruto. I appreciate them but I am in love with Sasuke."

Naruto studied her but said nothing.

"Naruto am I telling the truth? Can you tell? Do you believe me?"

"I don't" he said, his voice slightly cracked.

With her heart beating with a rapidness that frightened her. Sakura deftly slipped her wedding ring off her finger and placed it down on the coffee table. She looked back at Naruto.

"I'll face the rain. For a touch of the sun" Her voice quivered with such vulnerability, that it made Naruto ache. Looking carefully he could see the resolve and passion of her stubborn nature burning behind her eyes.

"Ah" he sighed. "I remember why I love you."

Naruto lifted his hand and glanced at his fingers. He slid the ring from his finger, walked stiffly over to the coffee table, and put his ring down next to Sakura's. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her once, briefly, before he put one hand behind her neck and the other at the small of her back, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Sakura reached over, running a hand from his arm to his chest then down to rest on his waist line.

With no desk in the hotel room, Naruto reasoned he would have to make do with a bed. Walking her backwards he guided her towards the bedroom. They stumbled out of the living room running into furniture and almost tripping over each others feet multiple times in their frenzied need to cling to each other. Locked in a ceaseless kiss they bounced against the walls of the hall leading to his bedroom until they pushed through the door.

They finally broke apart when they were mere steps away from his bed.

"We're here" Naruto laughed.

"Almost didn't make it" Sakura laughed back.

Naruto reached to her and started slowing unbuttoning her clothes. Anxious she licked her lips as her dress began to slip from her shoulders. When he reached the last button he whispered her name. A question not a statement, an opportunity for her to pull back and retreat.

She pressed her hand against the back of his neck and brought his mouth to hers. So the dress fell to the floor leaving her in her boots bra and panties. Naruto picked her up as if she were light as a feather and laid her down on his bed. With one hand he removed her bra. His tongue moved down her torso before he slipped off her panties and finally her boots. Sakura stretched out in his bed completely naked and Naruto straightened to take the sight in. She took pleasure in the fact that he liked what he saw. It was her turn now so she reached up and undressed him kissing every inch that was uncovered

When he was fully nude she kissed his chest and dropped lower pausing briefly at his nipple then inching closer to his belly. When her tongue caressed the tip of him his whole body grew rigid.

"Sakura" he said. Not really knowing why. Was he trying to stop her? Was he encouraging her. He didn't know, his brain wasn't functioning properly.

She took him in her mouth. As deep as she could before sucking hard all the way back to the tip.

"Okay" Naruto heard himself mutter. He rested his hands on her head. This time for sure to encourage her. He ran his fingers through her hair as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft.

"Slow down Sakura" he warned after a few more blissful moments.

She either didn't hear him or she didn't care. She began humming so her lips vibrated as she worked her way down the shaft to the groin and his eyes started to lose focus.

"Sakura I am going..."

Sakura pulled up. "It's alright I want you to.."

She went back down to take him in again but this time he pulled away almost falling completely off the bed.

"No, no, not yet." he said to her.

He kissed her and let his hands cup her breasts. He kneaded her gently as he maneuvered her down onto her back. Then he nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. He bent down and his tongue parted her lips. She arched towards him. He braced his hand on her thighs and held her steady as long deep thorough licks aross her hypersensitive nub set her on her fire. His pride swelled when she began to babble gibberish at him. Nonsensical phrases and wordless moans with his name interposed between them filled his ear when his tongue circled her. In time she strained upwards with her fist clenching his hair and her head thrown back. When her legs wrapped tightly around his head and her body quaked he knew he had her.

Naruto pulled up over Sakura and he rained he kisses down on her face as she caught her breath. He then kissed around her breasts the left and the right, each nipple hardened the moment his tongue slipped over it. Abruptly she reached down and grabbed him by the back of his head

"Okay it's been fifteen years of foreplay Naruto. I want to feel you" She growled.

He grinned. "

When he entered her she was soaking wet. He pulled out almost all the way and returned with one great thrust. At first he wanted to tease her a bit but when he was sheathed completely in her slickness he felt the overwhelming sensation that this was where he belonged. He closed his eyes and the weight of the world seemed to lift right off his shoulders. Years of weariness melted away from his body. He felt a soft hand caress his cheek and he opened his eyes.

Sakura looked up at him. "Hey, let me in."

He smiled as their gazes locked. Naruto moved in and out in a slow steady rhythm. Deeper, harder. inch by heated inch he buried himself inside her. She squeezed him using her inside muscles to pull on him. He shuddered feeling the fire build. He shook it off willing himself to maintain control. He took her shoulder in his mouth gently grazing it with his teeth and sucking on it until she gasped out loud.

He felt her body tighten and relax against him. She was tipping over the edge losing herself. He smiled knowing for sure that he had her again. But then she wrapped her legs around him bringing him impossible closer, and she kissed along his chest and neck

He lost it

His steady rhythm collapsed into a frantic frenzied pace. He sent her over the edge but he followed right after. Naruto shuddered violently as he came inside her.

When he could think again Naruto dropped his sweaty forehead down to hers. "Sakura"

"Yeah?" She said riding her own wave.

"That's two to one."

"I see."

Sakura braced her elbow onto the bed and placed her open palm against his chest. She pushed while simultaneously sliding out from beneath him. Suddenly Naruto found himself flipped onto his back.

Sakura straddled his body. She took a hold of him in her hand and within a few gentle strokes he was hard again.

"All I know is I'm going to put you to sleep"

She guided him into her. Then she plunged downward fully impaling herself onto him. Sakura contracted her muscles around him. Then she moved her hips once testing. Naruto's eyes squeezed shut and his fingers dug into the skin of her buttocks. She braced her hands on her knees and lifted her pelvis, then dropped it back down again slowly, rising and falling.

Increasing the intensity she braced her hand on his shoulders and increased her pace. She positioned herself in a way that Naruto could more effectively rub against her. Pleasure slammed against her as she rode him with fast movements of her hips. Naruto threw his head back on the pillow his face twisted in pleasure and it only encouraged her further.

She tooks his hands and leaned back creating new friction at a new angle. Naruto was sweating profusely now desperately tried to regain control before he lost it completely. He had to make her go first. He locked his hand on her waist as his body leapt beneath her. His body bridged upward violently, Sakura wrapped her legs tightly around his buttocks, grabbed his shoulders and held on, riding him furiously. Naruto's body buckled. If he was going to go he wouldn't go alone. He used every ounce of willpower he had to latch on to her body and he thrust upwards relentlessly. Sakura dug her nails into his back as she emitted a silent scream and she abandoned herself to a series of continuous explosions. As her body rocked against his Naruto erupted into her and fell back onto the bed climaxing with a deep guttural moan.

He almost gave himself over to the light. But he thought to himself that the night was still young, He wasn't one to give up that easy. He shook the fog from his head when he felt Sakura nibbling at his ear.

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Naruto woke several hours later.

In fact when he woke up he woke all at once with his eyes popping open and him being keenly aware of his environment. He felt more refreshed and alive than he had in some time. It was the complete opposite of the hangover fueled morning the day before.

"I told you I'd put you to sleep" Sakura said.

Naruto turned his head and looked at her. Sakura sat up in bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. She appeared to be wide awake.

"More like you were trying to give me a heart attack."

She grinned. "I would have revived you."

"Did you sleep at all?' He asked.

"I woke up a few minutes before you did. Don't worry I slept like a baby as well. You did real goooood Naruto."

He laughed. "That's good to know."

She turned away and drew in a deep breath. "We should probably talk about...everything."

"We should," he replied.

Sakura began to speak. "Around Sarada's fourth birthday Sasuke came home and it was an usually extended stay. He brought her a ton of books and read to her every night for four consecutive months. This was their father-daughter time together and I rarely intruded. By the time he left again he had gone through all the books. She enjoyed them all but there was one that was their personal favorite. Sarada always requested it by name, and after reading it Sasuke always came out of her room with reddened eyes. I thought it was sweet."

Sakura paused. "When Sasuke left Sarada asked me to read her the book. The book was about sailor who left all the people he cared about because he was called by the sea. The sailor had a song that...Well there ws a verse then went um-"

She sang.

"I'm leavin' my famly, leavin' all my friends. My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind."

Sakura sniffed before continuing. "So please call my missus. Gotta tell her not to cry 'Cause my goodbye is written...By the moon in the sky."

Sakura paused once again. "I almost wept in front of Sarada, I would have hated myself if I had. I've never let her see me cry. I finished the book, tucked her in, went to my room and cried into my pillow. It might have started then because the next morning things felt different. Sarada she adores her father as she should. I know why he does it and I pray for his safety every night"

Swiping her her hand against her eyes Sakura continued. "One day, a few years ago, I woke up, I had breakfast, I took Sarada to to school and I was walking home I realized that it didn't hurt anymore. Well not like it used."

She turned to Naruto and tapped her heart before tapping her forehead. "You might have noticed that it takes a long time before the news can get from point A to Point B"

Naruto grasped Sakura's hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her palm as he stared at the ceiling. It seemed to him now that he had always been a selfish man. He was lucky in the fact that many of the things he had most desired in the world had created positive outcomes when he satisfied those desires. He wanted to save Sasuke, he wanted to be Hokage, he wanted a sustained period of peace.

"Do you still..." Sakura said.

Naruto blinked. "If I was dying of thirst Hinata would cry so I could drink her tears. She made me feel loved in a way I had never felt before. It was powerful."

"What do you feel now?"

"Loved, and scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah but in a good way like a roller coaster."

Sakura sighed. "Are you comparing me to a roller coaster?"

"I told you before you're kind of scary Sakura-chan."

She closed her eyes as twin streaks of tears slipped from beneath the closed eyelids.

He continued. "I think love is supposed to be kind of scary."

Sakura smiled as she wiped at her eyelids.

"Don't smile like that. I might fall for you more."

"Is that even possible." She asked.

"I don't want to risk it do you?"

Sakura gave his hand a little squeeze before interlocking their fingers.

"Hinata is my wife and I've got nothing but good things to say about her. But my relationship with her, it's not you and me."

Naruto pulled Sakura down to him and wrapped his arms around her. Sakura placed her head against his chest.

"We can't be together you know. It'll hurt t0o many people" Sakura said.

Naruto said nothing as he placed his hand against the back of Sakura's head. His mind was desperately searching for solutions and remedies to these rising issues. Nothing he had thought so far was anywhere near satisfactory. Everything ended with pain and heartache.

"But you're the Hokage. If you send for me I'll have to come."

Naruto remained silent.

"You heartbeat sounds like a melody" he heard Sakura sigh before falling asleep again.

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Naruto met Sai at the door.

"You are finally awake."

"Not feeling so hot so I decided to stay in bed."

"Will you be able to make it to the final summit meeting this evening?"

"Of course"

"Good, I've gotten a message from the Kazekage. He's been asking around and it seems that the Kage are set to approve your revised proposals."

"Oh."

Sai studied Naruto's face.

"I thought you would be happy. You are getting what you wanted right?"

"At a price, some feathers were ruffled."

Sai shrugged. "Well what will be, will be, as some people may say. Let us enjoy the moment because for now the world is in theory a more peaceful happier place."

Naruto nodded. "Yes you are right Sai."

Sai smiled. "May I come in?"

"No" Naruto said. "I am going back to bed."

Sai glanced over Naruto's head beyond the crack in the door into the room. "Well have you seen Sakura? I didn't see her go back to her room after she went into yours."

Naruto looked his friend in the eyes and with composure befitting of a Hoakge he asked, "Did you check the medical labs? She mentioned something about a night shift to me last night."

"I see."

"You must have missed her when she left." Naruto said. The realization that he had forgotten he had asked Sai to call Sakura up to his room caused his stomach to flip.

But in contrast to his troubled insides on the surface Naruto was cool and collected.

Sai frowned. "That's a bad thing for me to miss. Someone coming out of the Hokage's room. You should have me replaced for my uselessness Hokage-sama."

Naruto caught himself before he flinched. "No Sai...I didn't mean..."

Sai grinned. "I am teasing you Naruto. I am positive I didn't miss her because she spent the night in your room. But don't worry I am the only one who knows and the good thing about no longer being in ROOT, I get to personally choose what secrets are worth keeping to myself."

Naruto shook his head. "You don't have to hold these kind of secrets for me Sai."

Sai considered this. "There is a village far in the east where not telling secrets is an act of respect. These people feel that revealing painful secrets isn't a sign of intimacy, it's an act of aggression. You tell secrets not for the good of another but to make yourself feel better. To absolve yourself of your burdens. It's an interesting concept though bizarre to us."

"It is bizarre" Naruto agreed.

"Yes it is but its still interesting. Anyway if you want me to judge you I will. But since you two are my friends I will just hope for your happiness. "

With that said Sai excused himself. Naruto waited for a moment before closing the door. Already he was spinning a web of lies to cover himself.

As he walked back to his bedroom the thoughts of all the things he and Sakura had been putting at risk weighed him down with each step. The seeming loss of their family's love, the loss of respect of their friends and colleagues, all of it terrified him. How could anything good be built on the foundation of so much potential destruction? Naruto stepped into his bedroom feeling a spasm of anxiety. He felt out of place as if he walked into an alternate world. Any happiness he found in this room ran contrary to the world he had built outside these walls. This was something separate from his actual life, something that conflicted with what his life was supposed to be.

He looked towards his bed. Sunlight drifted in through the transparent curtains and washed over Sakura's sleeping form. Naruto watched her sleep for a moment. She had most of his sheets wrapped completely around her. He chuckled to himself, she really did hog the blankets. One of her hands reached across the empty side of the bed as if she were searching for him. Moving swiftly Naruto slid beneath the covers beside her. As if aware of his presence, Sakura cuddled against his side her fingers splayed over his torso, her cheek resting on his shoulder. She smiled a brilliant smile.

Naruto covered her hand with his and pressed her palm against his chest so could feel the steady beat of his heart. He inhaled her scent as a shaft of light from the window warmed his face. He closed his eyes, in time his breathing matched hers and a gentle peace settled over him.

His mind cleared and he felt convinced that this was real and it was meant to be. Even if in the end it would turn "meant to be" for this one moment only.

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Hope you liked it let me know if you did. If you have any questions about the changes I've made feel free to ask, I may have an answer. The original story before any revisions will be found in the next chapter.

The song lyrics from Sarada's book is from Shiver me Timbers by Tom Waits

P.S NaruSaku 4 life

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Slow Burn

If this were a Panic! At the Disco song it would be titled The Fourty-Three-Thousand-Eight-Hundred Hour Burn Time of the Bath and Body Works Three-Wick Candle that is Jaehee and MC’s Relationship

Rating: G

Pairing: Jaehee x MC

Words: 4,024

[Bracketed] text is content transcribed from Jaehee’s good ending.

Jaehee has been telling herself she just hasn’t found the right man for years now. One day, the right one would come along and her heart would flutter and she would live happily ever after…or, far more realistically, end up in a reasonably comfortable marriage. Girls, on the other hand, she has always had a fondness for. She remembers being little, playing with other children on the playground and wanting to be the prince just so she could save the beautiful princess stuck in the tower. “Girls can’t be princes,” they’d say.

…no, she supposed they couldn’t.

She assumed her first kiss would be with a boy, but the first time she actually imagined it she was fourteen and her fantasies revolved around the captain of the women’s soccer team. Surely, these were just intrusive thoughts. Girls were beautiful, the occasional thought of running her hand over every swell and curve of a woman’s body meant absolutely nothing. Mostly, Jaehee avoided the topic of romance all together. In the eyes of everyone around her, she was a strong student and very modest. She was someone her parents would be proud of, and was happy to keep it that way. In the end, her first kiss and her first time were both with men and both fairly average experiences. 

Through high school and part of college, everyone approved of Jaehee’s choice to focus on her studies. Afterward, when she started getting criticism for her lack of suitors (and advice, so much unwanted advice) she brushed it off, compensating for it with her long hours and high-profile job. She may be alone, but she was a confident and financially stable woman, and all would be well. 

That was, until MC showed up in the chatroom.  

At first, Jaehee was suspicious. Among a group of high profile people, someone breaching their way into a private app with top-tier security measures should always garner a good amount of suspicion. After learning a little more about the situation, she was convinced the woman must be incompetent. Maybe she was very young? Teenagers were known to be impulsive, perhaps that was what convinced her to be led by a complete stranger to break into someone else’s apartment over such an obvious ruse.

Except once MC arrived the chatroom she was cautious in dealing with the rest of the members. She came to trust them all quickly, but it was reassuring to see the woman did have some sense. She was kind and bubbly and in no time had committed herself to a huge role in an organization she had no real reason to join. MC encouraged all of the RFA, but she seemed to pay special attention to Jaehee.

Jaehee looked forward to chatting with her during her breaks.

After only a few days, MC was already standing up against Mr.Han for her. A major executive of one of the largest companies in the world getting angry at his secretary for not doing the job he paid her to do, and this woman was brave enough and foolish enough to tell him ‘There must be a reason why Jaehee didn’t do it…Calm down first.’. Initially, it made Jaehee nervous. The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for a conflict among members of the RFA. Thankfully, Jumin’s cool head and MC’s politeness kept that from happening, but MC never stopped voicing her concerns or encouraging Jaehee to try new things and take breaks when the workload got too heavy.

Jaehee started calling MC whenever it felt like she was drowning.  The woman’s “cheer up!”s made Jaehee feel awake and ready to take on whatever task was set in front of her no matter how little sleep she had gotten the night before. She could talk about anything with MC and know that she would never be harsh or judgemental, even after only a few days of knowing each other. When there were things she did not want to talk about, MC did not pry. The increasing list of a special requests for a growing guest list told her how smart and well-spoken MC was, and how hard she must have been working for the party. This woman was amazing.

This woman made her heart flutter.

Feeling this way about another woman wasn’t normal. Jaehee Kang was a business owner, a primary member in a high-profile charity organization, and the only remaining member of her immediate family. Image meant a great deal to her. Her status as a Catholic woman meant a great deal to her. She tried to convince herself these feelings were platonic. Jaehee had never met MC, they had never done or said anything that couldn’t be said between two friends. Female friendships were often particularly emotional and intimate. They were just friends, and that would make everything okay.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to change the fact that Jaehee had never felt this way about anyone else before.

It was a big decision to quit her job, or rather get herself fired, but that had been a long time coming. A long time of unbearable hours and tasks that were well outside of her job description. Jumin Han took whatever she could give, more than he should have. Babysitting his cat was a questionable task, but some assistants did that. Then he gave her the job of presenting the coffee shop proposal, a task she should never have been put in charge of. Doing the research for a presentation was one thing, but making her do the job? Asking her to purposefully slack off on it, sacrifice her integrity, for his own personal vendetta against his father’s carousel of girlfriends? It made her…angry.

MC was a stark contrast to her boss. She was kind and bright, always cheering her on. She pointed out how much Jaehee had liked this project, that Jaehee did not have to give up her soul to her job, and she was right on all counts. Jaehee had something she wanted to do now, and under the warmth of MC’s encouragement she was sure she could do it. She would open her own café, and she had never felt more certain of who she wanted to run it with.

 Of course, if MC rejected her proposal, that would be okay too. Surely, MC would be supportive even if she did not want to the responsibility of running a whole café, but Jaehee hoped desperately MC would, and spent a few more hours than she needed to agonizing over the possibilities before deciding when to ask. The party would be the best time, the very first time she would be able to meet the woman in person. She wanted to be able to watch MC’s expression when she asked.

Though she was the one to tell MC to be patient, the last couple of days before the party were nerve wracking. She pressed her outfit twice after getting it back from the dry cleaners, ran over her to-do list for the party three times, and even managed to do some much needed deep-cleaning of her apartment. The night before, she tried to go to bed early only to end up with a cup of coffee in her hands trying, and failing, to pay attention to her favorite Zen musical at 3am. She was going to get to see MC. She was going to show her how well she was doing now, and offer a wonderful woman a piece of her dream. The last time hours passed this slowly, she was still in college.

Jaehee slipped through the large double doors after checking off the last of the names on the guest list. As expected, MC had done a spectacular job gathering up a large number of diverse guests, including plenty of charity organizations and rich benefactors to fund them. She worked her way around the room in search of MC, hoping to make her proposal before the auction began and the party kicked into full-swing. She mingled with guests in the process, and it took some getting used to not to introduce herself as Jumin Han’s Chief Executive Assistant. A hand reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned, expecting to find another guess only to meet up with Yoosung’s familiar stare. His tie was a little off-kilter and he looked worked up enough that Jaehee would not be entirely surprised if he started bouncing.

“Jaehee, I finally found you! MC’s here! She’s—” he swiveled his head around, expecting to find her with Zen still, only to spot a well-dressed elderly couple in their place. His eyes bugged out as his looked around frantically. Jaehee had no idea what MC looked like, but she found herself scanning the room too. Zen sauntered up, moving urgently through the crowd with surprising grace.

“Jaehee! You had something to ask MC, right? Trust fund kid is over there hogging her! He wouldn’t let me go with them, either. I don’t know what he’s up to, but if its anything shady I’m gonna—” Zen speaks of Jumin with his usual venom.

“Oh, thank you. Excuse me you two,” Jaehee side stepped them both and made her way to the microphone. She knew Jumin had wanted MC as an assistant, but she didn’t think he would work this quickly. She’d need to distract him. Setting aside all of her worries, she smoothed down her skirt one last time before stepping up to the mic.

[“One- Two- Mic Test. Is Mr.Han in the party room? If you are, Mr.Han, you must return the RFA member you just took with you. Oh, there you are. Pardon me, everyone. I was looking for someone. Mr. Han has been hogging one of our organization members so I had to take the mic. I assume that Mr.Han has begun personally recruiting candidates to fill his empty Assistant position. But if anyone knows someone who’s qualified to be Mr.Han’s next Chief Assistant, then please give recommendations.”] She had found him earlier in her speech, but if it had been unclear the throng of women beelining toward the edge of the room acted like a neon sign. Jaehee did her best to hide her self-satisfied smirk. MC stepped away from the new crowd, looking up toward the stage in confusion.  

Beautiful, is Jaehee’s first thought as her heart begins to race, she’s so beautiful.

[“Now that I know I know where Mr.Han is, I’ll leave the mic. Thank you for your cooperation.”] Jaehee kept eye contact with MC as she moved from the stage to greet her. If she looked away for even a couple seconds, it would be all too easy to lose her in a crowd this large. Now is the time, and she wouldn’t let anything else get in her way. The words spill from her mouth the moment she gets close enough to MC, and the woman listens with endless patience as Jaehee rambles her way into her proposal.

[“Found you…MC. Look at all the people here. It’s all because of you. You did so well…I don’t know what to say. I am very happy right now. Very happy to finally meet you. It’s the first time I’m meeting you…but I feel like we’re old friends. Do you remember...all the conversations that we had? I really wanted to see you, I mean it. I was so curious what you’d be like that I barely slept yesterday. But seeing you in person like this…I actually feel more excited. Feeling excited at seeing a girl, how strange. Love between a man and a woman is beautiful…but I think a friendship between two women can be just as powerful. I’d like to become better friends with you. This is a bit awkward, but I look forward to being friends with you. Oh…and I knew Mr.Han would try to recruit you, from the moment I heard he took you somewhere. But more than that…I have a better proposal to make.

Now that I’m not working for Mr.Han, I will no longer be working at a big corporation. Instead I want to make a fresh start from a very very small place. I’ve made the decision that it’s better for me to work among people than live inside a cubicle. I had several thoughts…but to be realistic I checked my bank account. I was quite surprised with how much I saved during the past two and a half years. The amount itself isn’t much…but it is enough to create a comfortable space for my own. And…if you’d like I’d like to create it with you. So that…it’s not my small space, but ‘our’ space. All you need to contribute is your ideas and positive mind. It’ll be at least 20 times more fun than being an assistant. MC…won’t you create a space of our own with me? Will you be my partner?”]

The smile MC gave Jaehee was one of the most fantastic things she had ever seen, and she knew the answer to her question long before the words left MC’s mouth. Jaehee remembers it as one of the best days of her entire life.

Opening a cafe, as it turns out, is a fantastic way to get into fights. The first fight they had ever had was about cups. The little building they leased was still barren and grey with half-functional lights. Their floor was plastic tarps over concrete, and they could barely move around between all of the mug and paper cup options laid out on the floor like some horrible prank. The walls reeked of paint fumes and they were working nearly 16-hour days, with the knowledge that they were sinking nearly all of their savings into an establishment that was statistically likely to fail. 

“These cups are cost effective, efficient to wash, and the perfect size for most drinks!” 

“This one is the exact same size, Jaehee!” MC started pacing back and forth to try and relieve some of her aggression, only to spin on her heel and head into the back room. “I need a minute! I’ll be back.”  

Jaehee knew how foolish she was being as soon as MC left. They were both tired, and while cups were an important part of the café, there was no reason for them to be yelling like this. She brought MC onto this project for her ideas, it would be foolish to ignore them entirely. MC came back into the room after a few minutes, and both of them were tripping over their apologies almost immediately.

“You’re more stylish than I am, MC, I’m sure your cup choice makes more sense.”

“Jaehee, I’ll trust your decision. You’re the one who has done the research, I’m sure these will be great.” 

 “We just need to take a break,” comes from both of their mouths at the exact same moment. MC bursts into laughter, and Jaehee follows close behind.

“Well,” MC said, voice still breaking from the occasional giggle, “let’s take that break and then…we can make a list of things we want to see in the design? There has to be something in here we both like.”

“That sounds perfect MC.”

They picked out everything together, the location, the wall color, even the molding when they found out it needed to be replaced. The fights they got into only seemed to pull them closer once they made up. They were learning how to deal with each other, even at their worst.

“People who open a café together stay together,” MC teased once. It was a terrible joke, something Jaehee expected from Luciel rather than her best friend, but Jaehee found herself genuinely laughing. MC could always make Jaehee smile, and the longer they spent together the more they touched. At first, they never touched each other. Even when they closed the deal on the building for the café, they both shook the realtor’s hand, but not each other’s. Instead, they showed their affection through smiles and laughter. The first time they touched, they were doing renovations on the building. MC was putting up some shelves and Jaehee was walking behind her with a set of utensils for the kitchen. MC shifted like she was going to step back into her, so Jaehee put a hand on her arm to let MC know she was there. Suddenly, it was something they had been doing forever.

Then, it was the primping. Both of them worked long hours, and during the renovations appearance did not really matter. However, after opening the café, they found themselves scrambling to remain put together while running around. Jaehee worked an office job, she had mostly just done paperwork and made phone calls. She never had to worry if she sweat off her makeup or that her shirt would come untucked anytime except when she went to the restroom.

“Jaehee!” MC called out to Jaehee just as she was about to leave the kitchen one day. MC paid no mind to Jaehee’s confusion, running her fingers through Jaehee’s hair to smooth the flyaways before borrowing a bobby pin from her own bun to pin back the hair around Jaehee’s face. “There. Your hair was a mess. It’s getting really long now though!”

They had crossed yet another line, but this was still normal. Friends helped each other get ready. It was still normal when MC came all the way to the café with a mostly-zipped dress just to have Jaehee help her. It was still normal when Jaehee brought all her makeup over to the café so MC could help her with her eyeliner. It was still normal when Jaehee found herself watching MC carefully safety pin a gap in Jaehee’s shirt. What was not normal was the feeling it gave Jaehee between her thighs.

Jaehee tried to convince herself it was a fluke, a totally unrelated and meaningless reaction. She was more than happy just to look at MC, to have her around, to be her friend and keep her close and happy. The feelings never lessened though. Sometimes, Jaehee even found herself giving in. She would ask MC to help her put on lipstick, and watch in awe in the mirror as the most amazing woman she had ever met concentrated so intensely on her lips for just a few seconds or let her heart skip a beat when MC asked about her day as if she hadn’t been there watching for the entirety of it. Little mundane things that friends do, things she knew she should think nothing of. 

The decision to move in together was purely practical, Jaehee was quick to announce to the entire chatroom after Luciel had called her and MC a ‘cute couple uwu’. Their leases ended two weeks apart from one another, and it would be much easier to make business decisions if they were together most of the time (though for the most part they already were), or at least heading back to the same place. Plus, it took away some of the strain of paying the rent, which left more money they could invest back into their café. The fact that it felt like the best decision Jaehee had ever made was just an added bonus.

After spending so much time together because of the coffee shop, domestic squabbles were nothing.  MC made sure Jaehee got to bed on time, and they both ate a healthy breakfast together (sometimes on the way over) even if their lunch habits still tended toward convenience store meals. In a lot of ways, it was refreshing to have each other around after work. Most of the day they were busy acting as managers, it was nice to come home and have the opportunity to be together as friends.

Their schedules were hectic, and during the day plans got changed and switched around, but at night suppliers were closed and the streets were dangerous and it left them with time they could always spend together. On Tuesdays, they had a standing movie night where they sat on the couch together and shared the huge fluffy blanket they had both simultaneously fallen in love with at the store. On nights they couldn’t sleep, the two of them tried out the sample bags of coffee companies sent their way and chatted until someone yawned and the other sent them back to bed. They fought about whether or not to keep the windows open.

For the most part, they were incredibly happy. They both knew there was something more to their relationship. They would find themselves up in the middle of the night again, but inches from each other’s face, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling like idiots. And yet, they were just friends. They were just friends when they cuddled up together on the couch. They were just friends when they brushed their teeth together in the morning. They were even ‘just friends’ when they woke up on top of each other, half-dressed and still slightly wine drunk after an RFA party.  

Like most things between them, the change comes to them like the first step off a ski lift: sudden, fast, but a long time coming.

“Jaehee!” MC called, closing the front door while trying to keep the plastic bag in her hand from twisting around. Jaehee knew that voice well, she had a treat.

“What did you get?” Jaehee came out from her bedroom, already dressed in sweats and trying to peek into the bag. MC moved past her, shoving what looked like pints of ice cream into the freezer. She kept one out, tucked the bag into their bag saver, and grabbed two spoons for them to share with.

“It’s coffee ice cream from the Blue Bird Parlor,” MC explained, “they had five different bean varieties, so I got us one of each.”

Jaehee acknowledged it with a smile and a soft hum. “Are we still watching The Jalapeño Topping Was Pretty Spicy? I know you don’t usually like watching Zen’s musicals on movie night.”

“It’s fine, Jaehee. Is it in the DVD player already or should I put it in?” MC set the ice cream down before getting changed, only to find the main menu screen already up on the television when she looked up. “Well, that answers my question. Let me get changed and I’ll be right there.”

The two of them snuggled up on the couch, blanket over their laps while they ate spoonfuls of ice cream. Their spoons bumped together and they caught each other’s gaze. For a few moments they were stuck as they often got, marveling at each other, at something beautiful that they could never quite reach. But that night, something broke. 

MC brought her hand up to Jaehee’s cheek, cupping it gently, the tension between them palpable, pushing the boundaries between ‘friends’ and ‘more’. This might be just another Tuesday move night to anyone else who had been watching them for so many years, but they knew otherwise. Jaehee’s favorite scene was coming up. Zen, captured by the enemy and in chains awaiting death. They offered him safety if he joined their cause. He declined, of course, like all good protagonists. Both of them enjoyed that he just so happened to be shirtless, but Jaehee said it was her favorite because she could see the refusal in his eyes.

 Jaehee lets out a little breath, rolling her lips together as she watches MC intently. Years ago, she said she would be happy just getting to look at MC, but was she really? The kiss MC presses to her lips is so gentle and quick that Jaehee sits stuck in her own head for a couple of beats before coming to her senses. By that time, MC has let go and is already back to resting her head on Jaehee’s shoulder, watching the screen intently.

“I love you,” Jaehee says, so quiet it’s nearly a whisper.

“I love you too.” They would talk about this, what it meant for them, later that night curled up in bed together. It had been five years, what was another hour? This was Jaehee’s favorite scene, after all. 

[midnighttick]

In My Time of Need — Siding With the Alik’r 

The Bard sang a song worthy to remember. The Whiterun's inn enjoyed a good day, their members cozy near the eternal fire pit and their tankards full of mead. The song was sang only by the Bard and the rest followed along with their typical and loose dances. Drunk men laughed and Jenassa, the Dunmer, sat by them, annoyed as Ellerete had left her to interrogate Saadia. Their smell was foul and the Dunmer hated every second that passed by.

Ellerete had a wicked smile painted on her lips once approaching her. Saadia, contrarily had a shocked expression, a mix of fear and anger.

"How do you know?!"

The Redguard's voice yelled in whispers. She was heard tense suddenly.

"It doesn't matter  how I know, but your crimes are nothing to shrug about."

"They're lying—!"

Saadia saw no way to convince. Then the Redguard gestured her to follow. 

"Come..."

At this point, Ellerete had seen the blade tied by her hip, but what danger would she face? The knight decided to follow along. Her armor clanging with each step to upstairs, and Saadia's steps were light. She was only wearing her common dress and some pretty decorations around her neck and wrists.

The room was tidy, painted walls with traditional Redguard arts and candles that colored the room in a comfortable yellow shade. Once Saadia had turned around to meet the Breton lady face-to-face, a blade of eight inches was pulled out of her hip sheath to terrorize Ellerete. 

"Have they paid you? Have you gone mad? Do you think you can take me? Step forward and you will regret every second..."

To her surprise, the Redguard's attempt to scare Ellerete were inexistent. She was slightly amused as her smug painted the expression of a confident woman. Her response was an unexpected chuckle.

"Put that away."

"I... I mean it...!"

Her commanding voice made Saadia struggle. Her grip shaked and that blade was never held with courage again. She was lost at words, clueless. She murmured and then let go of that silly idea. 

"I apologize... but you must believe me. Look, I know you aren't... one of them. You can't help them. Hear me out, the men who are looking for me are the Alik'r. Assassins under the Aldmeri Dominion. They desire to have my blood for gold. They're only led by a men named Kematu, the leader of this crew. Get rid of him, quick. I dare not show my face outside anymore. Even the guards might be bought at this point!"

The end of her ranting was pleasing to her ears. Ellerete exhaled through her nostrils. She couldn't murder her here for being a criminal. The blood on wood would have been an obvious hint of what had happened between them if so. The screaming, even worse. There was no other choice than giving the Alik'r what they desired: Information.

"Stay put."

"One of them assassins is rotting behind bars, he was trying to sneak into the city for some reason. If he's still there, breathing, get some information on where the Alik'r is..."

"Do not leave until I arrive again."

Then she left the room, slamming the door shut behind her long and flowing furred cape. The armored lady could still hear her ranting. She brought Jenassa away from the maddening of drunk men with their tankards empty.

"We must side with the Alik'r. She's not saying the truth in any way. Only a disgusting criminal would pull a weapon to me for holding the truth. Tomorrow morning, we're going to Rorikstead to inform Kematu's men."

"Kematu?"

"Yes, Kematu is the leader of this group that we had encountered by the gates. She says that he's the one that's being bought to murder her. For gold. Not only she's lying but also calling them cowards for doing the good deed of detaining subhumans like her."

Her companion could smell the disgust whenever she would talk about Saadia. It shortly amused her, for the thought of purity and the intense dislike for criminals.

Her armor clanged louder with each step as her mind progressed more and more hatred. Their night was a calm one, thankfully. The next day was going to be interesting for the two. A Sun lit their path, and they went past the gates to Rorikstead. The Jarl wondered about them, but it was all too late.

The route to Rorikstead was light, but a fight was imminent. Thugs and assassins that only charged and desired a good death by her hand and her companion's hand. Their bloody afternoon was met with a good night once seeing the horizon lighting up with the few buildings of the quiet Rorikstead. They were at a couple of steps of a tankard filled with mead and a chat with the Alik'r warriors.

A heavily armored lady and a light feet mercenary stepped into Rorikstead's inn. Their faces were lit after a long path across the many routes of Skyrim. They were bored of rocky grounds and the dry grass.

"Welcome to Rorikstead."

The man behind the counter saluted with a hand up, waving for the two's attention.

"What can I do for you both?" 

The balding man asked. His face showed a bit of concern when facing a tall lady in her iron armor, wrapped with clothes and clean fur. A helmet that did not display her face at all, making things much weirder for the man.

"I see rooms occupied. Is the Alik'r here?" 

Ellerete spoke under that great helmet. The man stood surprised at her feminine voice. He then nodded and pointed to the door to his left.

She met with her gaze to the signaled door, and then nodded once. Jenassa had already sat down by the corner of an empty bench, away from men that were already starting to get drunk and lonesome. The bard of the inn was arguing with his father about personal topics...

"Come on in."

The man in the room suggested her to open. They had met before and Ellerete's face lit up a little when recognizing him, not that he would realize from the full helmet. Her iron armor rattled with each clear step and her long great sword was cleaned and sheathed, pocking out of her armored back.

"I have information about Saadia."

"Do you?! Speak. This is very valuable for us."

His voice had raised a whole level, as the magnitude of such information was very valuable right now for the two. The other Alik'r warrior was sitting by a table, distancing himself from the two, but he paid attention with wide eyes like the questioning man. 

"The woman you're looking for is in Whiterun indeed. A very brave lady. She lives in a cozy place, by the only inn in the city."

Then, the Alik'r men looked at each other before one withdrew a sigh of frustration. The other brought an idea to this issue.

"We cannot go after her if she's in the city—"

"I know. One of your men was arrested from trying to sneak into the city to see if the criminal was there, right? Justified but unacceptable. You're a man of truth and I see that well. I can take her out of the city to the stables."

The two looked at the fully covered lady in heavy armor with astonishment.

"We'll wait for you there in daylight, by the Whiterun stables."

Then they left the room, the Alik'r moved from Rorikstead's inn to wherever they really lived. Ellerete and Jenassa rested in different rooms. Then, the day once again warmed the two with the Sun greeting.

"So?"

Jenassa moved, sitting beside her in front of fences from Rorikstead's large farms. The Dunmer's curiosity really didn't disturb her. The Breton then smiled. Her voice, friendly and not like when seeing the Redguard criminal face-to-face.

"Saadia had drawn her blade to my presence when I told her about that she's being hunted. Her reaction was sudden— she did not hold back until being told to put that dagger down. Her hand shaked. Her voice did not meet the same confidence of seconds ago that time. She explained with lies that these men were hired with gold for her blood by a group outside of Skyrim. Kematu's men had to sacrifice one to attempt and breach the walls of Whiterun. Foolish but justified. A crime is a crime, the Alik'r warrior is rotting in prison perhaps, but so will Saadia."

"What are you going to do? Kill her?"

"No, my hands will not be dirty when they're not my business. We're taking her out of town, tell her that everything is fine and that the planned assassination from Kematu's men was delayed with our help."

Jenassa darted her eyes to little kids playing around the only path that was linked to Rorikstead. Ellerete shortly stated after.

"Lying is sinful, but to lie to a sinner to commit a good deed is something justified as good."

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