WIP: ItaSakuKaka random scene? (Yes, another one)
Ok, having fun with this. XD Hahahaha....
Tsunade looked at her apprentice, ignoring the glances Shizune was shooting Sakura in between her trips back and forth to the filing room.
“There have been no complaints against you from either of your teams, Sakura,” assured Tsunade, looking at her as if she was crazy. “Why? Should there be?Why are you wasting my time? You aren’t going to get ego-stroking from me ”
Sakura felt herself reddening further.
“I… I was told that one of my team leaders had requested a change of medic. I was wondering why.”
“And why didn’t you ask them!”
Sakura’s shoulders hunched self-consciously. “… I haven’t been able to find them…”
With a tch that spoke volumes, the Hokage lay her hands on her desk.
And yelled.
“Shizune!”
“Yes, Hokage-sa--.”
“Did the Uchiha or the Hatake do something stupid?”
Shizune’s strangled cough sounded almost painful.
“One moment, please,” she said awkwardly, and went to collect a folder from her desk. “Here are the requests for transfers that have been requested since yesterday.”
Sakura’s heart sank.
For a few minutes, there was only the sound of the Hokage’s grumbles as she muttered and flipped through each page, cursing on occasion when she saw certain names.
“-him again?! What is he doing, deliberately antagonizing his teams!?”
“-I was expecting this one.”
“-Oh-oh. Hmm.”
More paper whipped through the air as the requests were rifled through expediently.
“Shishou?”
The Hokage held up her hand a moment, silencing her, and Sakura sat back down in her chair unhappily. So something had been found. She was being transferred.
This must mean… she really had disappointed her team lead. At least one of them.
Full of hurt, she wondered which one it was, and why he wouldn’t have spoken to her, first.
Were her skills no up to par?
Was it her performance, had she made a mistake on a mission somewhere?
Was it her personality?
The folder snapped shut, and Tsunade held several papers in her hand. She set everything down, face-first, on the desk, and looked at her apprentice appraisingly.
“Sakura,” began the Hokage carefully. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”
“No, Shishou! I… I don’t know anything.”
“Well that’s nonsense. But, I was thinking more along the lines of personally. Any confidences?”
Confused, Sakura shook her head. “No, Shishou.”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.”
An inch of irritation crept into Sakura’s hurt, then, when she saw concern and… was that amusement?... flash across her mentor’s expression.
“May I ask, who has asked to re-assign me?”
There was a pause before Tsunade replied, neutrally, “Both.”
“What!”
“Mmmhmm. And both for the same reason.”
“… but… but…”
“To be clear, the reason is not an indicator of your performance or skills, Sakura. Rest assured. In fact, both praised you quite highly-uncommon for both men. Even more surprising, they each asked that you be transferred to the other’s team.”
“I don’t think I understand… I already work on both their teams… what good would transferring me do?”
A grin tugged at Tsunade’s lips. “Indeed.”
More exasperated than ever, Sakura felt her temper slipping.
“Argh, Shishou! Why am I being transferred?”
“Mind your tone, Sakura,” snapped Tsunade, though she sympathized with the girl. She was beginning to think the younger woman truly didn’t understand.
“I apologise.”
“Better.”
With that, Tsunade flipped over both request forms, and turned them around so they faced Sakura.
“What do you notice?”
Her pink brow furrowing, Sakura evaluated the forms. “They’re… almost identical. Even the Reason of Transfer…”
Her voice trailed off.
Tsunade’s grin widened.
“Ah.”
“Conflict of Interest - Personal - Fraternization.”
The words were ghostly as they passed through Sakura’s lips.
Her eyes met Tsunade’s, and held.
“So someone on the team made a request to move me off the team because… because…”
“You’ve caught someone’s eye. Two someones, in fact. They want to be free to court you, by the looks of things, without it affecting your professional reputation. So they want to transfer you to a team they feel will still offer you a challenge, but will leave you free for them to pursue you.”
Sakura swallowed.
“But who--.”
“Turn to the last page. Of each document.”
As Sakura did so, her face paling slightly with each fumbling flip of paper, she put the documents side by side again, to read the signature of the requestor.
“Oh my god…”
There in plain black and white, she found the requestor’s signature matched that of her team lead’s signature.
For both teams.
“Shishou--.”
“Way ahead of you,” assured Tsunade.
Smiling ruefully, she handed Sakura a cup of sake. “So, congratulations are in order?”
“Shishou!”
Tsunade looked at her apprentice, ignoring the glances Shizune was shooting Sakura in between her trips back and forth to the filing room.
“There have been no complaints against you from either of your teams, Sakura,” assured Tsunade, looking at her as if she was crazy. “Why? Should there be?Why are you wasting my time? You aren’t going to get ego-stroking from me ”
Sakura felt herself reddening further.
“I… I was told that one of my team leaders had requested a change of medic. I was wondering why.”
“And why didn’t you ask them!”
Sakura’s shoulders hunched self-consciously. “… I haven’t been able to find them…”
With a tch that spoke volumes, the Hokage lay her hands on her desk.
And yelled.
“Shizune!”
“Yes, Hokage-sa--.”
“Did the Uchiha or the Hatake do something stupid?”
Shizune’s strangled cough sounded almost painful.
“One moment, please,” she said awkwardly, and went to collect a folder from her desk. “Here are the requests for transfers that have been requested since yesterday.”
Sakura’s heart sank.
For a few minutes, there was only the sound of the Hokage’s grumbles as she muttered and flipped through each page, cursing on occasion when she saw certain names.
“-him again?! What is he doing, deliberately antagonizing his teams!?”
“-I was expecting this one.”
“-Oh-oh. Hmm.”
More paper whipped through the air as the requests were rifled through expediently.
“Shishou?”
The Hokage held up her hand a moment, silencing her, and Sakura sat back down in her chair unhappily. So something had been found. She was being transferred.
This must mean… she really had disappointed her team lead. At least one of them.
Full of hurt, she wondered which one it was, and why he wouldn’t have spoken to her, first.
Were her skills no up to par?
Was it her performance, had she made a mistake on a mission somewhere?
Was it her personality?
The folder snapped shut, and Tsunade held several papers in her hand. She set everything down, face-first, on the desk, and looked at her apprentice appraisingly.
“Sakura,” began the Hokage carefully. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”
“No, Shishou! I… I don’t know anything.”
“Well that’s nonsense. But, I was thinking more along the lines of personally. Any confidences?”
Confused, Sakura shook her head. “No, Shishou.”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.”
An inch of irritation crept into Sakura’s hurt, then, when she saw concern and… was that amusement?... flash across her mentor’s expression.
“May I ask, who has asked to re-assign me?”
There was a pause before Tsunade replied, neutrally, “Both.”
“What!”
“Mmmhmm. And both for the same reason.”
“… but… but…”
“To be clear, the reason is not an indicator of your performance or skills, Sakura. Rest assured. In fact, both praised you quite highly-uncommon for both men. Even more surprising, they each asked that you be transferred to the other’s team.”
“I don’t think I understand… I already work on both their teams… what good would transferring me do?”
A grin tugged at Tsunade’s lips. “Indeed.”
More exasperated than ever, Sakura felt her temper slipping.
“Argh, Shishou! Why am I being transferred?”
“Mind your tone, Sakura,” snapped Tsunade, though she sympathized with the girl. She was beginning to think the younger woman truly didn’t understand.
“I apologise.”
“Better.”
With that, Tsunade flipped over both request forms, and turned them around so they faced Sakura.
“What do you notice?”
Her pink brow furrowing, Sakura evaluated the forms. “They’re… almost identical. Even the Reason of Transfer…”
Her voice trailed off.
Tsunade’s grin widened.
“Ah.”
“Conflict of Interest - Personal - Fraternization.”
The words were ghostly as they passed through Sakura’s lips.
Her eyes met Tsunade’s, and held.
“So someone on the team made a request to move me off the team because… because…”
“You’ve caught someone’s eye. Two someones, in fact. They want to be free to court you, by the looks of things, without it affecting your professional reputation. So they want to transfer you to a team they feel will still offer you a challenge, but will leave you free for them to pursue you.”
Sakura swallowed.
“But who--.”
“Turn to the last page. Of each document.”
As Sakura did so, her face paling slightly with each fumbling flip of paper, she put the documents side by side again, to read the signature of the requestor.
“Oh my god…”
There in plain black and white, she found the requestor’s signature matched that of her team lead’s signature.
For both teams.
“Shishou--.”
“Way ahead of you,” assured Tsunade.
Smiling ruefully, she handed Sakura a cup of sake. “So, congratulations are in order?”
“Shishou!”