To Live For Others

Chapter Two

I don't own Naruto, Kishimoto does.

I am so bored. Tsunade thought as she watched the bustling village below her. She took a drink from the bottle of sake she hides under a floorboard, by her desk. A soft breeze waded in through the open window causing her green haori to slightly move, reveling her dark grey kimino style blouse, that hugged her proud cleavage perfectly. Her eyes moved to the annoyingly large pile of paperwork sitting on her desk. A sigh escaped her lips. Guess I'll get back to it. Tsunade slowly walked back to her desk and sat in the chair. She leaned down and carefully returned her sake bottle into its hiding spot.

She brushed aside the bang of sandy blonde hair and read the first page on the closest stack of papers. Immediately the boredom within her increased with the first words read: Mission Report. She groaned and scanned the room. Her gaze stopping at the paintings of all the previous Hokage. Her eyes stopped on the portrait of her grandfather, Hashirama Senju. I wonder if he ever had to do this much paperwork. She moved to the portrait next to his, Tobirama Senju, she scoffed at his attempt to look intimidating. Her eyes fell onto the third painting, Hiruzen-sensei, I seem to remember you loved being Hokage. Why?

Finally, her gaze settled on the portrait of the fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze. Your son looks just like you, except he has Kushina's face. Her thoughts then trailed to Naruto; she is slightly startled to find out she missed him. His annoying presence, always complaining about something. Funny, in his own little way he made things interesting around here. I cannot believe it has already been a whole year since you and Jiraiya left.

A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts of the blonde jinchuriki. "Enter." She said with just a small tinge of annoyance in her voice. What now? Shizune entered the room with Sakura trailing behind her.

"My Lady, did you finish going over those mission reports?" Shizune asked already knowing the answer. Shizune looked over Tsunade, possibly wondering how much the Hokage has had to drink.

"No, I haven't Shizune. And you Sakura what is it that you need?" Tsunade said still glaring at Shizune. Her shoulder length jet black hair cupped around her face. Bangs hung just above her onyx eyes. She wore a long black kimono with white trimmings, held closed by a white obi, and open-toed sandals with low heels.

The two apprentices could feel the anger stemming from the hokage. Sakura blushed in fear and moved the papers in her hand to behind her back.

"Oh, nothing My Lady, I-I-I was just following Shizune around." Sakura stuttered clearly lying.

"Sakura, what is it?" Tsunade asked trying to keep her annoyance down. Her brown eyes now on her pink haired apprentice. Sakura kept her emerald eyes away from Tsunade. She wore a red sleeveless top with a zipper running down the front, tucked into the black shorts underneath a short pink apron skirt. She also had on black knee-high shinobi sandals, black gloves, and pink elbow protectors.

Sakura sighed, "I have the medical reports from yesterday. They need your signature." Sakura slowly raised the papers, extending her arm hoping to have enough distance to avoid her master's famous wrath. Tsunade snatched the papers out of Sakura's hands and sat them on top of the ever-increasing piles of paperwork with a loud groan.

"I am sick and tired of all this paperwork!" Tsunade yelled. She turned around towards her two apprentices, who had both scurried into the far-right corner of the room. Where they now stood cowering in front of their master.

"I'm sorry Lady Tsunade." Sakura squeaked out. Tsunade looked the two girls up and down and gritted her teeth.

"It's not your fault, its mine for letting that idiot and that little brat talk me into taking this job!" Tsunade yelled as she picked her chair up and tossed it out the window. "Fuck all this damn paperwork!"