All Sakura ever wanted was a normal life. Okay, so not really normal, but normal for a kunoichi. She wanted to get as strong as possible and become a legendary medic-nin and marry Sasuke and have lots of babies with black hair and green eyes.
But no. God forbid anything be that easy.
It was on the twenty-eighth of June that Sakura uncovered the objects that would subsequently crush all her dreams and then fling them far, far away.
Sakura kneeled, panting heavily. She was bone tired and could hardly move, much less spar with her enthusiastic teammate any longer. Unfortunately, Naruto thought otherwise.
"Come on Sakura-chan! I know you've got more in you than that."
"Careful," she growled, already put on the edge by the heat. "I came out here with you as a favor, remember?"
She pulled out her canteen and drank half of it's contents. She passed it over to Naruto, who sputtered after his first sip and tried to shove it back at her.
"What is that! It's not water!"
"It is so," Sakura frowned, pushing it back towards him. "It's just vitamin water. It's good for you. Drink it."
Naruto knew when Sakura went into medic mode, it was best to just do what she told you and not think twice about it. Usually he would do whatever she asked. However, this was over the line. Vitamin water? It was disgusting! He wasn't touching that stuff, no matter how angry she got. "Uh-uh."
"It's hot. You could get dehydrated. Drink it now."
"Naruto, I'm warning you – "
Sakura dove for him, hooking one leg around his own and using her hands to try and pry open his mouth. He yelped in surprise, instinctively batting at the canteen full of hellish liquid that Sakura was trying to force down his throat. One of his flailing limbs smacked into the canteen with more force than he meant – and it went shooting out of her grip and right towards her face, which was a mere few inches away.
It was the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced. She could see it flying towards her face, yes, she knew it would hurt like hell when it hit, and she knew how fast it was moving, but it was almost like it was in slow motion. She could track its movement so easily, it was startling. Everything was thrown into high definition she'd never experienced before, from the canteen hurtling towards her to Naruto's horrified expression.
Then the moment was broken because the canteen went smashing into her face and she was thrown flat on her back.
"Sakura-chan, are you all right? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!"
She sat up immediately, murder ringing in her ears.
"Did you have to hit it so hard, Naruto!"
Naruto opened his mouth either to defend himself or to apologize again, but stopped.
She scowled. "What?"
"What?" She repeated.
"I think there's something wrong with your eyes..." He seemed genuinely worried. Alarms went of in her head.
"Did my eye get poked out?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth. Then she mentally slapped herself for being stupid. She would feel it if her eye got poked out. "What's the problem?"
"They're kinda red," he came closer and peered at her face.
"What do you mean red?" She hadn't tried to sound that panicky. "Is there blood in them?"
"No, I mean, they're just, like, red," he sat back on his haunches, looking dumbfounded. "They almost look like sharingan."
She peered into the mirror for what felt like the fiftieth time, so close her nose almost touched the glass.
Nope. No red eyes, no sharingan. Just normal, pretty green eyes staring back at her.
Just Naruto playing another one of his stupid pranks.
She scowled at her reflection, silently promising to get him back later. There was nothing to worry about, except her revenge.
Only thing was, it happened again.
This time she was out with TenTen, eating harmless ice cream cones in the sun under a wide umbrella. TenTen accidentally dropped her vanilla ice cream.
Instantly Sakura's eyes honed in on its falling progress, and everything was thrown into complete clarity. Her hand shot out and caught it before it touched the ground. She handed it back to TenTen, who got one look at her face and let out a rather un-TenTen-like squeal.
Here we go again...
"What's the matter?"
TenTen dug around in her purse and pulled out a pocket mirror. Sakura looked at her reflection and gasped.
Oh dear Lord, they were sharingan!
"I've got to go," abruptly she stood, ignoring TenTen's calls of, "Are you all right?"
She. Had. Sharingan.
It was lucky that over the years Sakura had learned to be calm and practical in a crisis – and yes, this was a crisis. She didn't waste any time on panicking.
There was only one person she could ask about this. Well actually, there were two, but hell would freeze over the day she asked Sasuke why she had his bloodline trait. She didn't know where her sensei's house was, but she did know where his "rival" lived.
Gulping with dread about what she was about to do, she paused before knocking, suddenly realizing something.
She was about to walk up to Gai's house with her magically obtained sharingan activated.
But...she didn't really have any other choice, did she? Steeling herself, she rapped three times on his front door.
He answered almost immediately, a grin breaking across his face as he set eyes on his prized pupil's object of affection, whom, in his opinion, was just bursting with youth. Sakura watched him carefully. There were no startled gasps, no horrified words. They must have already faded, like last time.
"Do you know where Kakashi-sensei is?" She asked, before he could get a word out. She really didn't want to get stuck here listening to the man rave about fashion and youth. "It's an emergency."
"An emergency? I think my all time rival is training, but how would I know?" He grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up.
She didn't return the gesture.
"Thanks," for nothing. "I have to go now."
She left again, still debating over whether he was serious or not when he said Kakashi was training. Well, it wasn't like she had any other leads.
He actually was, thankfully, training, just like Gai said. Sakura found him doing one fingered push ups near the three poles he had first given Team 7 their bell test. She marched right up to him, and without any greeting at all, said, "I have sharingan and I want to know why."
He stopped, squinting up at her. "Sorry?"
"I have sharingan, and I want you to tell me why, now."
He stared. "I don't see any sharingan."
"That's because they went away," she said, frustrated. "I don't know how to activate them, and they just go away on their own."
Kakashi stood and held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Calm down, Sakura."
"I – " she took a deep breath, realizing she had been yelling. "I'm serious, Kakashi-sensei. I don't know how it keeps happening, and I'm scared." Her voice trailed off.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Relax. Look, try to activate it. Just close your eyes and concentrate really hard, okay?"
She nodded, and he stepped back. She closed her eyes and did as he instructed, even though she felt stupid. When she opened them again Kakashi flung a kunai at her.
She shrieked and snatched it out of the air, then stared at her sensei, her protector, shocked.
"Why did you do that!" She all but screamed. "You could have stabbed my eye out!"
He took a step closer, looking abnormally curious. "If I had thought you would be in any danger I wouldn't have done it." He stopped when their faces were only an inch apart.
"Well, holy crap," he said, stepping back and letting out a low whistle. "You really do have sharingan."
"Could you at least act like this is at least a little out of the ordinary?" She asked, incredulous at his reaction and still feeling a little strange at how drastically her eyesight had suddenly improved. "Aren't you surprised?"
He looked at her blankly. "Of course I am. What makes you think I'm not?"
"Never mind," she muttered. "So? How'd they get here?"
"No idea," he shrugged.
"B-but, you're not an Uchiha, right?"
"So how'd you get yours?"
"That's personal," he said easily. "But I can assure you, mine didn't appear out of thin air. Hey, yours are gone."
"So...so you don't know?" She asked, crestfallen. Kakashi was pretty much her idol. She thought he could fix anything.
"I'm sorry, I don't have a clue. But I'll ask around, all right? And if nothing turns up we'll take it to the Hokage."
"Uh, you want me to walk you home, or something?" He offered, not knowing what else to do. He didn't like to see his usually perky student so forlorn.
"No thanks, that's all right," she managed to smile at him. "Thanks for the help, Kakashi-sensei."
"I'll tell you the second I find something."
"All right. Bye."
She left, no closer to an explanation that she had started with.
Ah. Aaaaaahhhh. Hm.
THIS STORY IS SO OLD.
Started back when I first entered the fandom and didn't have any kind of a clear grasp on it. And was twelve. Yes, it's bad. Yes, it's cliched. Yes, it contains some vague Sakura-sue, Sasuke dislike, and a little overall retarded characters syndrome. Yes, I kind of (but not really) hate it.
BUT EVERYONE ELSE LIKES IT.
So if you're fine with all that, keep reading. If not, well, eh. Too bad. It's up because so many other people enjoy it...not because I'm proud of it.