Author's Note: This was written for the #KakaSakuDevotion Lyric Contest on deviantart. There are eleven prompts for the contest, each containing both a song and POV, and each prompt is required to have its own chapter. Also, each piece has to link to each other for a story progression of how Kakashi and Sakura get together. So far, it has been an interesting challenge. Feedback would be most appreciated!

1st Prompt: What Can I Do by The Corrs, Sakura's POV
Word Count: 2202
Warnings: some language, non-graphic violence, possible spoilers through chapter 636

The title is in reference to one of the objects in The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. The item allows the user to see things not visible to the naked eye.

A special thank you to my impromptu sort-of-beta, Naeryna! She has not seen the written chapters - so any mistakes you see are mine! - but she helped talk me through my outline to make sure I wasn't working some plot-hole-no-jutsu.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto. I am merely playing in the sandbox he has created. I am most definitely not receiving any monetary compensation for my child's play.


ooOoo

There's only so much I can take
And I just got to let it go
And who knows I might feel better
If I don't try and I don't hope

- The Corrs -

ooOoo


"Where is he?"

Sakura watched as clawed fingers dug into the naked flesh of their enemy's shoulders. Blood was trailing down the man's back, his torso, in slow-building streaks that marred the stark paleness of skin. A low rumbling, sick and guttural, drifted on the air to mix with the cacophony of steel and anguish all around them. With surprise, she realized the man was laughing.

"This isn't funny!" Gold eyes turned fierce and red chakra bled from every pore. When the laughter didn't stop, instead rose to a chilling insanity, Naruto's voice took on a hard, dark edge that caused the hairs on her neck to stand on end. "Where. Is. My Sensei."

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Her shadow, strangled thin by the building clouds, cast a faint outline of darkness on the smooth onyx. Brows furrowed while fingertips gently traced a small grouping of engraved characters, over and over again, until the cold burned into her uncovered joints. The girl released a stuttering breath, causing white to puff about her face, and let her hands fall to her sides.

Winter had decided to usurp autumn, the brisk air heralding its early arrival.

She rummaged in the pouch at her hip, pulling out a simple silver flask. With a practiced hand, the item was balanced on top of the memorial stone, its newer finish a glossy contrast to the older stone adjacent. The girl clasped her hands, palm to palm, in supplication. Her head tipped back, damp verdant eyes searching the sky rather than the normal lowering of respect, and she whispered her prayers to the winds. The contents of the flask, his favorite cheap saké, were poured out in offering and then the container returned to her side.

Sakura turned away, brushing at the saline on her cheeks, and wrapped her cloak tighter around her frame. Her exit from the cemetery was filled with haste and she wove through the village streets with purpose. The girl spared no attention to anyone or anything but the sky. After a few fleeting glances upwards, she narrowed her eyes and pulled up her hood.

The sky rumbled in response.

And then, as she left the front gates of the village, her bearing straight and determined, the atmosphere finally let loose of its burden. The large drops chilled her skin and darkened her garments, but she continued on her way.

A good kunoichi never let something as trivial as the weather affect her resolve when a mission was involved.

"Damn, stupid rain," Sakura grumbled, her mouth set in a grim line.

That didn't stop a kunoichi from cursing it.

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The humble inn was a very welcome sight.

Sakura had decided against rest the previous night in favor of reaching her destination early. Camping in the woods had never been her forte and, being it was a solo mission, the kunoichi had not been keen on the prospects. A woman travelling alone had enough to deal with. Sleeping in the woods without back-up could bring on a whole host of unsavory situations.

Sakura chose to err on the side of caution.

The old crone behind the welcome desk raised a brow at Sakura's dishevelment, but gladly accepted her yen and showed the girl to her rented room. At the door, Sakura slipped a few more coins into the woman's withered palm, asking for a meal be brought up in an hour's time. With a good-natured smile and a soft pat on the arm, the woman promised her something warm and hearty.

After bolting the door and checking the quality of the window locks, Sakura headed to the bathroom. It was tiny and just a touch on the shabby side, but it was clean and well stocked.

It looked heavenly.

Rain had followed her for the entirety of her trip. The last thirty-two hours had been spent with mud wedged between her toes, rubbing blisters into her soles, and freezing moisture burrowing through her clothing, despite wearing her best water-resistant cloak. At first, she had tried to keep to the trees, using the branches for a high road to protect her feet, but a slip with near-disastrous results made the girl change her game plan.

What she saw in the mirror did her travels justice. Her hair, damp and dingy, clung to her head and her garments, heavy from the weather, were discolored in deep earthen hues. Dried mud was clumped about her arms and face and left a trail of sandal-prints behind her as it dislodged from her shoes. Scabs were forming over an elbow and the knuckles of one hand, results of her earlier fall. Weariness had settled into the lines around her eyes, accented by deep purple rings and skin that had dulled with fatigue.

All Sakura wanted was a hot shower, a good meal, and some sleep.

And since she didn't have to meet her contact for another six hours, the girl was determined to get what she wanted.

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"You're wasting your breath, Naruto," Sasuke scoffed, a callous glare focused on his dying clansman. "He's not going to tell you anything."

"Fine." The blond's shoulders started to tremble before curling in on his body. As he shoved the man to the ground, the blue seeped back into his eyes, quietly overflowing down his cheeks, and the red receded. "We'll find him ourselves."

The dark roll of laughter returned, weak and punctuated by blood-speckled gasps. "So naïve, the lot of you."

Sakura's fists tightened as she watched the scene unfold. Her short nails, jagged from battle, dug painfully into her palms as her mind raced to catch a fleeting thought. There was something, something terribly important, that they were missing.

Something obvious.

The girl knelt beside her enemy, grabbed his chin, and forced his attentions on her. Her anger was palpable, a controlled and dangerous force, when she spoke. "What do you mean, Obito?"

"Ask your Uchiha. Surely he knows at least that much."

Sakura looked to Sasuke in question. A momentary flash of confusion crossed his features, only to be replaced by frustration. "He's trapped. The kamui is incomplete."

She nodded, the implications clicking into place in her head, and turned away. The girl examined her palms and considered her enemy. Maybe, if she started immediately, if she poured enough chakra into his system, she could keep him alive just long enough.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It requires two eyes to work properly, idiot. Kakashi's eye can't get him out."

The man was bleeding out quickly and there was damage to every organ, every cell of his body. She shifted slightly, her knees squelching in the sticky red soil, and began pushing her healing energy to her hands.

"I don't get it."

"Of course, you don't."

"It's because you're not explaining anything! Sakura, do you get it?"

Sakura placed her hands over his chest, but hesitated. It was their best chance to reach Kakashi in time. She just had to be careful, precise. Give him enough chakra that he could function, not enough to turn on them. Wet coughing drew her concern. He was slipping away and with him their options for retrieving their sensei. Ignoring her arguing comrades, the girl steeled her resolve and lowered her palms.

"Save your chakra for the battle, Rin," Obito admonished, grabbing her wrist. His eyes were glazed over, no longer tracking the actions of those surrounding him. The movements of his chest became shallow, his diction dull with the strain of pending death. "I can't go there anymore. The Jyuubi… You'll have to get Kakashi out yourself. Y- You'll need both…"

"Sakura?"

The girl stood abruptly, eyes wide with something akin to panic. She ripped the summoning scroll from its place in her vest and promptly completed the ritual.

"What? I don't… Can someone please explain to me what's going on?!"

"Naruto, that can wait!" Sakura fumbled through her medic bag to find her surgical kit. She took a deep, steadying breath and then spoke to the small familiar on her shoulder. "Katsuyu, I need to harvest these eyes."

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Sakura awoke with adrenaline coursing through her and blood pounding in her ears. She flipped off the bed with graceful fluidity and pulled a kunai from her vest. Something felt wrong in the room, the change bringing her to instant alertness, and the kunoichi posed herself for defense.

"It is considered unprofessional to sleep on the job, Hag."

Her body relaxed at the sound of the familiar voice and she lowered her weapon. "It is common courtesy to knock before entering a lady's room."

"I did. You were snoring too loudly to hear over your own noise. I had to improvise," the man supplied. "Besides, it is still unclear whether you can be classified as a lady."

"Sai, do you want to be punched through the wall again?" Sakura threatened, but with little bite to her words. She'd gotten used to his particular brand of banter long ago and, if she was being honest, had come to actually enjoy it.

"I don't have the time for your violence." He dropped the smile he had been wearing in favor of a placid seriousness. "If I'm not back soon, it will raise suspicions."

"Fine. But be expecting it next month," the girl huffed in mock irritation.

"Of course." The smile returned as he handed her a sealed scroll. "Be careful."

"Always."

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"Dammit."

Complacency had set in the closer she got to the village. The day had been bright and fair, with only a hint of frost in the air, and the girl slowed her pace to enjoy the sun. She had not be completely negligent though, scanning her surroundings for foreign chakra signatures as she went. Nothing had seemed amiss.

Now, facing down a half-dozen armed bandits, Sakura recognized her stupidity.

These men were no shinobi. Under normal circumstances, she would have barely batted an eye. Even now, Sakura had little worry that she could defuse the situation. But her carelessness had given one of them - a slimy, fat tub of a man - opportunity. He had grabbed her from behind, pawing at her with sexual intent. The ensuing struggle left her with a gouged eye and him a neatly slit throat.

Her medical expertise told her that she would lose that eye.

Sakura turned back to her opponents, chakra flared in anger and red streaking her face. Two men paled and fled on shaking legs. The other four widened their stances and prepared for battle. With a wry grin, the kunoichi pulled on her gloves and watched the fear grow in their eyes.

"Are you ready for some pain, boys?"

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"Prep the surgery room. Quickly!"

"Yes, milady."

"I'll be back as soon as I can. I expect everything to be ready when I return."

"Wait! You're leaving? Now? But Sakura-"

"Shizune, I need Katsuyu to retrieve something for me."

"Oh, I see."

"It has to be done. There's no other way."

"I understand. I'll take care of it, milady."

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"Shishou, please!"

"I'm sorry, Sakura." The blonde woman rubbed the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep sigh. "But we have to be realistic. It's been almost two months. Kakashi was wounded and stranded there without supplies. He's gone. It's time for you to accept that."

"But we have the other eye," she argued. Her face was tear-streaked and determined. "Can't we at least-"

"At least, what? Implant the eye in someone else? Attempt a rescue? Do you know how long that will take? The recovery time? The training time?" The hokage shook her head. "I'm not going to approve that just to retrieve a body."

Sakura's heart stopped, bringing her voice to a whisper. "Please, don't ask me to give up."

"I have to."


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