All The Things He Shouldn't Be Feeling

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He watches her work on her patients inside the medical tent of the compound. Her unique, pink hair tied up to a bun to keep from falling and hands glowing bright green as she tends to the wounded Senju sitting on the bench with a few more in line outside. She'd been at it for hours. Sometimes she took two at once, quickly changing between one patient to the next before returning to the previous to kill time. How so many of the Senjus started becoming reckless just to visit her in the clinic after intense battles and training, Tobirama doesn't know, but he finds the idea disappointing. 

Her medical prowess was beyond levels Tobirama could have never known, moving from one patient to another with practiced ease. From the minor damage of healing cuts and bruises of a wounded man to more complex medical procedures such as mending bones and extracting poison from within one's organs. She was highly skilled in medical art, probably more so than his brother, Hashirama had admitted it himself and he acknowledged it. But that makes him all the more wary of her presence.

"Must you still be cautious of Sakura-chan, brother?" Hashirama called from behind. "She's proven herself these past few months if she were to be a danger to the clan."

"Someone has to, brother." Tobirama started, his eyes still lingering on the doctor and her happy-go-lucky patient. He needed to talk with that soldier later. " And to where her loyalty stands remained questioned."

It was 5 months ago that she had wandered to the compound, wounded, worn and her chakra almost at a depleted level. She was in so many ways of odd, Tobirama noted when she had arrived near the gates of the compound. From her vibrant, pink hair and emerald eyes to the muscles built and apparent on her body. He'd rarely seen a woman interested in any form of combat, they'd normally be too afraid or cried in tears at the thought of having to hold a weapon. Her attire wasn't anything like he'd seen, not the simple yukata that was accustomed to all the women in the area, but a red dress with pants and a black obi tied around her waist. He took notice of the dark circles underneath her eyes, before seeing her collapse soon after.

Tobirama was one normally relied on by everyone who comes across him to inspect and provide grand information on a person of interest, she was not able to provide him anything. Her answers have been vague and dubious when he'd interrogated her amid her recovery, and it infuriated him of her unknown origin. 

She was an enigma.

He picked out the pieces the best with what she was willing to cooperate with. Her name is Sakura Haruno. She's a trained medic and kunoichi. Her home was gone and she had travelled aimlessly up until the discovery of the Senju clan.

Much to his annoyance, his brother decided to let her live with them in return for her services to the clan without a single line of discussion. But alas, Tobirama complied, leaving her with a glare that spoke if she were to betray their trust, she would be punished severely.

Tobirama kept an eye on her ever since then.

"Brother, if she was tasked to strike us, I feel like the time has passed. We've let our guards down too many times for her to attack, yet she remains passive." Hashirama sighed. 

Correction, he let his guard down. Tobirama never once did.

"I don't understand your incessant need to watch her. Unless," Hashirama wondered, raising a brow. A gleeful smile formed at the thought, "She caught your interest at heart?"

This earned him a glare from his white-haired brother.

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"Tobirama-san, I need to inspect the damage."