( a spyxfamily inspired sasusaku story )
Sakura is adopted by a spy. Her psychic ability says so. How exciting! She could almost feel her blood rushing with glee. Her new adopted father, Shouta is a spy that has plans to stop some soup? ehh, coup? W...
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“And these are the good ones, just take your pick of the litter.” the old man hiccuped, a flush on his face. It was starting to get into Eraserhead's nerves, someone like him shouldn't be around children, let alone running an orphanage, but this is how the world works. It's unfair and cruel, Eraserhead knew that.
But such run down orphanage like this was also good, no background checks and if he was to snatch up a child here, no one would bat an eye. Which makes it perfect to find the suited child for his mission.
Honestly.
He was tasked with infiltrating to the Uchiha Household and investigation to stop a coming coup. A civil war between Konoha and the Uchiha Clan. And apparently, it needs careful planning, so they assigned him on PROJECT UCHIHA.
Fugaku Uchiha was said to only leave the compound for important events, and often accompanied by powerful ninjas. He only ever comes out of the compound when attending his youngest son's school events.
Which is where he has to meet Fugaku. A parent teacher conference, some grand ball that the academy holds that only those of elite students of the academy attends, including Fugaku.
And so comes the requirements for this mission before the next term starts.
A child.
And a wife.
All due in a week.
This was all starting to be a headache for Eraserhead. First he'd need a child who is intelligent and a five year old to be able to enter the academy.
He stopped on his tracks when he sees a pink haired child with the brightest emerald eyes look at him with a determined face. She was standing on tip-toes.
What is she—
“Five!” she says, raising her fingers to five. “You're saying you're five years old?” Eraserhead asks, baffled. The kid looks too short to be five.
The girl stretched and stood on her tip-toe longer. “Huh? You've already had your birthday, Sakura?” the careless man who runs the orphanage says. Eraserhead is not surprised that the man does not realize, he looked like the type to not throw the kids any birthday celebration at all.
The girl; Sakura made no answer but instead went skipping towards the table to open a newspaper, going over to the crossword puzzle. She took a seat and uncapped a pen.
Is she trying to solve it? Impossible, the words are too advance for her, that Existential on number 5 to down, Ripples on Number 3 and across, Perchance on number 1 downwards and— what?! She's solving them? She's advanced for her age! Not to mention she's coming off as someone observant.
“Would you like to adopt her?” the old man asks, Eraserhead looks at him and nods, “Yes, I'll take her. Is there any paperworks–”
The old man huffed and waved his hands, “No need, just take her. I'm sure you'd be back some other day to bring her back anyway.”
