Twiceborn: Adventures of the Red-Haired Menaces

Chapter Thirteen: Mission

She had felt eyes on them all of the past week. Since they had all freaked out. Since they had all been stupid. Sakura buried her face in her hands. It was lucky they hadn't blown their cover. They were mostly lucky that Izuna-sensei had been away – with some other various jonin taking the B-Rank mission their class was. Sakura was only glad she hadn't as of yet seen the man whose house she had burnt down again. She hated him. Hated the fact he'd seen her in her moment of weakness. When she had been vulnerable.

Sakura didn't want to be vulnerable again, and that meant gaining a better control over her emotions and the numerous problems she had with being left alone. Sighing quietly, her shoulders slumped, heavy with the weight of expectation and failure. At least Izuna-sensei hadn't tried to catch up with their progress on making friends. Her teeth ground together. They were all incredible shinobi, no matter their de-sized bodies, so they should have been able to complete any and every task sent their way. Pouting, she swung her legs back and forth, barely listening to the class they were having on the history of their village.

It was one of the few classes all of them were forced to attend rather than being guided outside when classes began for various topics they had already proven they were flawless in. It meant there were usually a total of two sensei – well, when Izuna-sensei wasn't there to guide everyone out to an interesting training ground. Sakura wasn't sure what she thought of him. He was nice as a sensei, but he was technically her uncle. Sometimes she found herself wondering about what it would be like to—

Shaking her head, she cleared that thought from her mind. They weren't going to be finding their biological family there anytime soon, if at all. She didn't want to be anywhere near Uchiha Madara. Especially not as his biological daughter. They couldn't afford to be caught, especially not with Zetsu still on the loose. Shivering, Sakura thought of how he could be watching them from anywhere with those creepy yellow eyes of his. She hated him. Hated the way he could phase through any material and spy on anyone. Thankfully Kakashi would be able to sense his chakra, though it might have changed somewhat, like their own. Hers felt more like an Uchiha's.

And it was due to that reason they wore the seals Kakashi and Naruto had finished a day or so after their arrival there. Ones which diluted the feel of their chakra somewhat or changed it enough so their relations wouldn't be obvious, should one Senju Tobirama happen to feel their chakra. Dimly, Sakura wondered if Zetsu—

Her chair skidded back, clattering to the ground as she stood suddenly, attracting the attention of the entire class as the thought occurred to her right then and there. It was good in some ways, but terrible in others.

"Nakamura-chan?" their temporary sensei asked – a young chunin woman with silky blonde hair which made Sakura think she was a relation to the Yamanaka clan, what with her pupil-less green eyes.

Sakura blinked, retrieving her chair, sitting back down silently, ignoring all the eyes on her as she resumed her bored position without another word of explanation. She needed to talk with her brothers and Kakashi, but it wasn't time. They needed to be in their house and behind privacy seals. Sakura was only happy it hadn't occurred a week previously – when they had still been under ANBU watch. Those days were thankfully behind them, though Kakashi had said they ought to remain alert for the occasional drop by.

Eventually, their sensei figured out she wouldn't be getting an answer, and she moved on with the lesson rather than trying to make her apologise. Maybe it was the expression on her face? Sakura tilted her head. She took more after Madara in appearance, loathe she admit it. Her cheeks were chubbier than ever, but Sakura figured it was less of her having a rounded face, and more the baby fat. Considering she was biologically two, though soon to be three, if the files stashed back in the safety of their home were accurate.