An Imperfect Spectrum

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Note: In which the author wrote words, Shisui decides he can fix the problem with violence, and Sakura gets her ass kicked.

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She was in a sorry state, her face shadowed with regret and pain as she turned her head towards the figure looming over her bedside. He had crawled through the window, apparently not afraid of the traps that could've been there, and jumped into her reading chair, turning on the light and brightening her dismal form.

"What do you want, Shisui?" He winced at her voice as it cracked from disuse, and she sighed, leaning back against the pillows.

"You're coming with me."

"No." She sounded tired. It didn't matter though. She was going to leave this room within the hour.

"Yes." She glared at him, gripping her blankets. He blinked, then stepped back, raising his hands in defeat. "Fine."

He moved to fast for her to dodge. She went flying out the window.

She shrieked, strengthening her arms and legs with chakra and landing in a crouch onto Mikoto's flowerbeds. She winced, glaring at the boy as he jumped down beside her.

"Mikoto is going to kill us."

He looked at the crushed flowers underneath Sakura. "Uh," Shisui winced, "maybe she'll give us a free pass this time?"

"Not likel-" Shishi pulled her from the ground, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack. "What are you doing?" She screamed, her voice muffled by the back of his shirt.

He didn't respond, and as she went to pound her fists into his back to force him to put her down, he jumped to the trees, heading deeper into the woods. When he finally stopped, it was abruptly and without warning, forcing Sakura's head into his back.

He set her down on one of the kunai targets and disappeared into the trees.

"Why?" She asked, glaring into the trees to see where he had gone.

He shot out from behind her, directing a kick to her face. "We're going to spar."

"What? No way. You're Shunshin no Shisui!" She called, blocking the punch he threw afterwards.

"You're a time traveler on par with the Sannin!" He called back, jumping back and throwing a few kunai aimed towards her feet before disappearing from view.

"And? Do you see how small I am?" She turned around, scanning her surroundings for a sign of the boy.

He emerged from the dirt at her feet, attempting to grab her leg, but failed as she jumped back, landing on a low branch to her left. A kunai whizzed past her, and landed in a tree a few feet away, forcing her into the open as it exploded. It was then when he struck, during the moments glance of her distraction, catching her unaware. His kick made contact with her right side, sending her flying into a tree. She fell to the ground with a thud before staggering to her feet. Several shuriken whizzed past her, leaving trails of blood as they passed through her left side and embedded themselves in the trees behind her.

"What the fuck Shisui." She gasped, "Are you trying to kill me."

Again, he didn't answer, instead, he rushes her, fist pulled back and ready to strike. She stops him, catching his fist with her hand, all her bones and muscles reinforced with her chakra. Leaving him open for her attack. She leapt forward, tackling him and pinning him to the ground.

"I win."

"Yeah." She rolled off of him, plopping to the ground with a sigh.

In the end, she was the one with the worst injuries, her side bled freely through the holes in her clothes and her cheek burned with pain in what would turn into a horrible bruise. He was far better off, only sporting a vaguely damaged hand from where she had caught it. Both of them were covered in dirt and scrapes, giving them the appearance of the children of rogue shinobi. She placed a hand onto her side, and forced her chakra to heal the wounds shut, before letting it flicker out.

He grinned at her, his eyes glinting like Naruto's after a successful prank. "You good?"

She returned his grin with a small one of her own, pushing her hair from her face and sitting up. "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks. I needed that."

"What." He laughed as she stood up, "To get beat up in the middle of the woods?"

"Yeah." She pulled him to his feet, her arm muscles flexing as he came to stand beside her. "I think needed a bit of control back. I might've lost it for a while."

"No kidding." He pulled her into a hug, patting her on the head as he let her go. "I'll be watching out for you, even if that means kicking your ass every once in a while."

A small, powerful punch made contact with his arm. "Don't be silly, Shisui." She grinned up at him. "We both know I'll be the one taking you down."

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Note: Is this a good coping mechanism? No, probably not. Are ninja alright? Likely not. They need therapy.

Here's one of my headcanons actually: the shinobi with ninken, like the Inuzuka and Kakashi, are vaguely alright because ninken double as emotional support animals. Actually scratch that, Kakashi is not the best example for okayness emotionally or mentally. But still. Half the time I sit here thinking Genma would be the ninja therapist, especially for anbu, but on the other half I sit here thinking he too is messed up and should not have other shinobi's problems to sort through with them too. Shinobi need therapy you guys, not even kidding here. Make the Yamanaka do it or something.

Do they even have psych screenings? Man, there are some things to fix in this world.

Thanks for reading, and thank you to y'all who review often, it's interesting to see what's enjoyed in what I create!