Chapter 6- Sayuri

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Above is a selection of outfits that I happened to find online. I have no idea who designed them, but I'm not trying to steal them or anything. It just so happens that I'm terrible at designing outfits myself, so I had to consult my dear old friend Google. Anyways, some of these outfits will be used throughout the book. Maybe you could try and figure out which one Sayuri is currently wearing (I think it's described in Chapter 2)

P.S. If you are the person who designed these outfits: 1. You're awesome 2. Incase you don't want me using them, just tell me.

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Note: I am not a doctor, so I have no idea how poisons work. The way Sayuri treats Sakura may be completely wrong- the treatment is basically all the things I picked up here and there during life and searched up on the internet put together in something that sounds halfway alright. Incase you're a doctor or happen to know a lot about poison[ing] and see some major mistake I made, don't hesitate to tell me!

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Urgent knocking startled me out of my sleep. I moaned in protest as I felt my dreams slip away- they had been quite pleasant, filled with fantasies about the Hidden Leaf Village. As the knocking continued, I slowly raised myself from the old, worn out couch I had been sleeping on and shuffled over to the kitchen sink. There was another storm of thumps on my door. "I'm coming!" I shouted in annoyance. I splashed my face with some cold water so I wouldn't look like I'd just woken up. As I was drying my face, I caught sight of three children through my window. I froze, then dropped to the ground, hoping I hadn't been seen. What on earth...? 

For the first time in 10 years, somebody besides Kakashi and the Hokage was at my door. I had never expected this confrontation to be so terrifying. As I knelt under the sink, trying to calm my thoughts, the knocking resumed. Who are these kids? I thought, flustered. How did they find me? I took another wary glance over the window ledge. The children looked distraught. Two boys were supporting the weight of a girl who looked to be unconscious. They must be looking for help...

I paused for a few more seconds, a silent battle raging in my head, until I finally gave in to my good conscience- I couldn't just ignore them. As I walked purposefully towards the door, I almost instinctively grabbed my ANBU mask and strapped my weapon pouch to my waist.

Soon after, I flung open the door. "Who are you?" I asked stiffly, but before I could say anything else, a blond boy stepped forward, a pleading look on his face.

"Please help us!" He cried, and I was startled by his sky-blue eyes. I noticed 3 whisker-like stripes along each of his cheeks, and recognition dawned on me: These are Kakashi's new pupils. 

"You're...?" I broke off. "Let me guess, Sasuke, Naruto and Sakura... Is she dead?" It ended in a question, but I saw the blond boy's- Naruto's- face fall.

"Y-You have to help us!" He said desperately, edging a little closer.
"I don't have to do anything, ok?" I said coldly. "But, I'll take a look at your friend. She looks like she needs some treatment." With that, I turned back to my living room and walked to the large, oak, kitchen table. "Just put her on here." I instructed, patting the hard surface. "What happened to her?"

"She was poisoned," Naruto answered, and this time his voice was strained with tears. I waited awkwardly for him to compose himself. "Some enemies attacked us on our way back from our mission," he continued. "Sakura only got a scratch from one of their kunai knives, but she fainted almost immediately afterwards."

I looked at the small cut Naruto had pointed at. She certainly wasn't dead- I could see her chest rise and fall from where I was standing- and it didn't seem like she was in much pain. Judging from the size of the cut, there can't be a lot of poison in her blood, I thought. There aren't very many poisons that can knock someone out in that quantity. It shouldn't be too hard finding an antidote.

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