Waiting Game

Chapter 1

Tsubaki means Camellia Flower.

Red means Love.

Yellow; Longing.

And White is Waiting.

On the peaceful day of March 28, two babies were born. Two twin girls. The first was left unnamed until after the second was born.

The second's name, the second being only twelve minutes younger than the first, was Haruno Sakura; a field of cherry blossoms. Her pale emerald green eyes opened in a flutter of pink eyelashes. Pink; that was the hair color for all Haruno's. She had tufts of that color hair on her head also.

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Haruno Sakura

Age: 12

Trustworthiness: 89%. Very trustworthy. Infatuated with someone else, -15%; 74%. Trustworthy.
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And the first was Haruno Tsubaki; a field of camellia. This one, however, had deep and rich ruby eyes. Tufts of white were on her own head, as were her lashes a soft snow color.

Either way, the parents loved both of their children. Even if one wasn't normal by the civilian Haruno clan's standards.

From a toddler age, Haruno Tsubki had shown potential in areas that her parents were left behind in. She had gotten into her mother's sewing needle stash, and threw them all in a perfect line. She had expert precision, even in range. Sakura acted as a normal civilian baby, however, and truly was her parents' bundle of joy.

The two's sibling bond was questionable, especially with their unfamiliar looks. There was little to no rivalry, since Tsubaki had been separated from Sakura for more than just a large portion of the two's life.

And today...

Today was orientation.

The two were twelve, almost thirteen, and sat together on a bench in their academy classroom. They had both been assigned to the same team, Team 7, in hopes of their severed bond to grow. Two others, both males of opposite personalities, were also in their team.

'Our team,' I corrected in my head. I have noticed that my mind was more logical, which helps with needlework and calculations. Strategy was also one of my strong points. However, it all came with a downside; I find myself, on multiple occasions, thinking about everything in a detached manner. I think in third person. Pro: it helps with intelligence organization.

But, like the Third Hokage also believes, it causes tension and clashes between me and other, 'normal' human beings. Those normal human beings include Sakura, who's mind was only ever on Sasuke, one of her... our teammates.

Again, since I found love irrational, I only ever criticized her beliefs. Ah, inwardly of course. I tend to not speak. Even someone like Sakura would have a hard time recognizing my voice.

"He's late!" Naruto whined, dampening my indifferent mood. I didn't like people that were overly emotional. "It's been hours! Even Iruka-sensei left, believe it!"

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Uzumaki Naruto

Age: 12

Trustworthiness: 0-50%. Trustworthiness unknown.
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"We know, okay?!" My sister huffed. Though my thoughts on her were also negative, I supposed that it was a good idea to let it slide. This is my sister, after all. The clunking of wooden finally drew my scarlet eyes to Naruto. He moved a stool to the door, snickering in pride at his attempt of a prank. "Wait, what are you doing?!"

"That's what he gets for being late," Naruto cackled in answer. He jumped onto the floor loudly, grinning in a fox-like manner, leaving a chalkboard eraser behind. "Surprise!"