Sakura (How to Obtain a Reverse Harem in Naruto)

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It was well into the night before I was turned away from the makeshift medical tents that had been set up. Per Kakashi's orders, I had remained on the grounds offering my medical assistances to all those around. Throughout the day, and on into the night, I had remained there.

I did not see either of my teammates since Naruto left after Sasuke, nor did I see Kakashi since late afternoon.

Hanako Suzumi, chief surgeon at the shinobi hospital, had been in charge of my tent. She had taken note of me, and then sent me on my way home since I had been up for well over twelve hours. She said she would send for me, if needed, but otherwise I was to rest and not return until I felt one hundred percent.

My body ached as I made my way through the destroyed streets. It was disheartening to see such destruction. Streets I had become familiar with were badly damaged, with entire roofs gone. I didn't see any bodies, though, which made me feel grateful that the clean up crew had worked quickly. The village would prioritize rebuilding essentials (hospitals, roads, etc) before they rebuilt the houses. Those whose home was destroyed and did not have anywhere else to go would be given shelter at the community center below the Hokage's tower.

Most people, though, had family to turn to around the village and likely only a handful of families would have to stay there for the week or two it took to rebuild their home.

As I neared my home, I stumbled upon seeing the neighborhood.

'Was Sakura's neighborhood hit in the original story, as well?'

Suddenly feeling anxious, I hurried to my home and—

My breath caught in my throat.

It was a nice, quiet little home that had been filled with pictures, doilies, and flowers. It was well used, and lovingly cared for.

There was a hole in my home.

There was a hole that left a gaping, angry wound throughout my home.

The front door was off its hinges.

Stepping inside, my boots crunched on broken glass shards. There were gouges on the walls, chunks of wallpaper missing or drooping depressingly, destroyed furniture... I felt as if something icy was clutching at my neck, and my body moved stiffly, as if guided by some unseen force.

There was a smell.

A smell I had grown familiar with.

And stains.

I could see the stains.

Discarded kunai.

Scraps.

Burns.

People fought in there.

I reached the kitchen.

I took a deep breath, and I slowly sat down at the kitchen table.

There was a hole in my home.

There was a hole that left a gaping, angry wound throughout my home.

There was no upstairs.

Moonlight poured into the kitchen from the hole, bathing it in a soft blueish light. I folded my hands together onto the table, a chill settling inside of me.

Time passed.

The moon had risen high enough in the sky that I knew it was around midnight. I could hear people moving throughout the streets, and I could sense their chakra.