Apprentice II: Sakura and Mitsuki
Characters: Sakura and Mitsuki
Rating: K+ for blood
Genre: Humor
Summary: Naruto tries to convince Sakura to take Genin Mitsuki as an apprentice.
“Sakura-chaaaan,” the loud-mouthed hokage whined. “Pleaaaase!” It was unbecoming of the highest shinobi in the land to beg, but this was Sakura. Naruto always made an exception for her.
“I told you, Naruto,” she snapped. “I have too many things on my plate right now. I can’t take on an apprentice!”
Naruto held on to the edge of her white doctor’s coat, and continued to follow her around like a lost puppy. “Come on, Sakura-chan!” He prodded further. “Taking on an apprentice is fun! Hell, if me and Sasuke can do it, I’m sure you can, too.”
Sakura was weaving through the hospital’s halls that were sprawling with nurses, doctors, and patients. Everyone was staring at them, nosily listening to their conversation. She lead him to her office, and closed the door behind her.
The medic closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Sakura was glad to be away from everyone’s prying. Besides, she was going to give Naruto a piece of her mind. If anyone heard the way she addressed him, (and maybe punch him) they would report her for insubordination. She finally opened her green eyes, and rested her gaze on his blue ones. Naruto was filled with determination to convince her.
“What is this really about, Naruto?” She asked, rubbing her temples. “I know you’re not just pestering me to take on an apprentice because it’s fun.”
Naruto gulped. He was caught red handed.
He laughed nervously, and scratched the back of his head. “What are you talking about, Sakura-chan? I have no other reason! Besides, Mitsuki is really talented. Konohamaru told me that he was the only one in the team who expresses interest in becoming a medical-nin.”
Sakura didn’t believe him. She crossed her arms against her chest. She eyed him suspiciously. “And Orochimaru has nothing to do with this?”
He was sweating bullets now. “O-of course not! What would Orochimaru have to do with this?” Naruto was laughing maniacally, trying to hide his anxiety.
The medic knew him better than this. Besides, she observed that his heart rate was racing. After all this time, Naruto was still an idiot if he thought he could lie to her and get away with it.
She approached him, and smiled. “Na-ru-to,” she sang in a deathly sweet voice.
The Hokage’s eyes grew wide and he took a few steps back, attempting to put some space between them. He knew that tone. It was the tone she used before she got really really violent. His back bumped into her desk, and he was cornered. Naruto closed his eyes momentarily. Oh sweet Kami, please. He had a wife, and kids waiting for him to come home.
He opened his eyes to see her green ones inclined and staring back, merely inches away. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her eye level. He was nearly a head taller than her, after all. “Talk,” she demanded firmly.
Naruto left the hospital with a bump on his head. She had profusely refused his request after hearing the real reason why he was so insistent to take Mitsuki under her wing.
A devilish smile reached his lips. If Sakura thought this was the end of the discussion, she had another thing coming.
The next day, Sakura decided to leave the hospital early. She only had two more hours left in her shift, but Sasuke was coming back from his mission with ANBU to the village today. Sakura wanted to prepare something special for dinner. She slung her bag on to her shoulder, and made her way to the lobby.
“Is Sakura-san here?” A young boy asked the nurse at the front desk.
Sakura’s ears perked up. She knew that voice. She turned right, and saw him talking to the nurse.
“Mitsuki,” she greeted him with a warm smile.
He turned to face her, his usual smile on his pale face. “Sakura-san,” he noticed that she was already holding on to her bag, and she was no longer wearing her doctor’s coat. “Are you leaving already? Hokage-sama told me your shift wasn’t going to end until five in the afternoon.”
The smile from her face faded. “Naruto did, did he?”
“I can just come back tomorrow,” Mitsuki said. He bowed low, “thank you for accepting me to be your apprentice, Sakura-san.” His words and politeness shocked her. She never agreed to anything! She was going to kill Naruto for getting Mitsuki’s hopes up.
He rose from the bow and smiled at her sheepishly. “Or should I call you shishou?”
Her heart skipped. Shishou. That definitely has a nice ring to it.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Izumo and Kotetsu came running in, carrying a severely injured ANBU member. A huge chunk of his side had been ripped open, and he was dripping blood everywhere.
Sakura dropped her bag and immediately approached them. She instantly switched back to medic mode. “Bring him here!” She led them through a corridor, and opened a door. In the rush of things, she failed to notice that Mitsuki has followed them.
They entered a room with an operating table. There were elevated seats at the far left of the table, made for medical students to watch an operation from afar. At the right was a counter with a sink, cabinets holding various medicines and salves, as well as operating tools.
The two chunin did as Sakura said, and placed the injured shinobi on the operating table. There were two other nurses who came in to the room, but by the looks of their uniforms, they were not medical ninja.
Sakura tore the gray vest and the thin black undershirt with her bare hands. Her hands were immediately glowing with healing chakra, making a quick scan. She noticed the two nurses who just watched, stunned.
“Don’t just stand there!” She snapped. “Get my team in here!” The two nurses scurried away immediately. Izumo and Kotetsu followed suit. Sakura was scary when she was angry.
However, Mitsuki was unfazed. He even dared come closer to the operating table, and stood right next to Sakura. “That looks bad,” he commented lightly. “Will he live?” He asked innocently.
Her green eyes snapped to him, surprised that he was still there. She thought that the gore would have scared him away. If not that, her temper would have. “Uh, Mitsuki,” she started. How was she going to tell him to go away nicely? She had work to do.
Mitsuki was leaning close into the operating table, unfazed at all by the sight of blood and guts. He even had a slight smile on his face. “I think this is where the bleeding is coming from,” he pointed at an organ with his index finger.
Sakura shrieked. Mitsuki’s index finger was moving in on the said organ, and was about to poke at it! She hastily picked him up by the armpits, much like how she used to pick up Sarada when she was a toddler. She frantically looked around at where she could deposit him. Her eyes landed on the counter, next to the operating tools. She perched him there and instructed him to stay put.
“You can watch, just don’t move from this spot,” she told him calmly.
He gladly obliged and nodded obediently.
Contented, she turned her attention back to the bleeding ANBU and got to work. It was a lot more complicated than she initially thought. Sakura had half a mind to create a shadow clone to aid her with healing and regenerating the flesh. Damn it. Where was her team? They were taking forever!
She heard the man whimper, she felt his heart beat slowly receding. Her hands glowed brighter. She found that there were small pieces of broken shuriken embedded in his organs. “Where are my forceps?” She looked around the operating table, hands never leaving the man’s body.
There was a hand that held it out for her. “Here.”
Finally! Someone from her team had finally arrived. About time.
She took it quickly without looking, and channeled her chakra through it, simultaneously removing the pieces and healing the broken flesh.
After removing all of the broken metal pieces, she placed the forceps down, and placed her hand to heal the broken organ. Sakura expertly placed everything back in order and proceeded to close the wound.
“Salves,” her voice was calm, but commanding.
“Here,” a hand held out a green bottle.
She took it without looking back, and stated applying it on the now slightly closed up wound.
“Great.” Feeling proud at her handiwork. “Bandages!” She called out.
Two hands held out two rolls of bandages, tape, and a gauze. Sakura was able to place it on the ANBU member with practiced ease. She placed a glowing hand on his forehead to relax him and make him sleep to make his recovery faster.
“Sakura-sama!” A group of four medical-ninja had rushed into the room, looking disheveled.
Sakura looked at the four of them. This was her whole team. If her team had arrived just now, then who had assisted her? Slowly, it dawned on her. She looked back at the counter behind her, only to see Mitsuki still perched on the counter top. A smile on his face.
“How did you…” She started.
“You told me not to move,” Mitsuki answered her. Slowly, his arms extended and moved around, demonstrating how he had given her the tools she needed. “And I didn’t. But you needed help…”
Sakura snapped out of her daze. “How did you know what tools to give me?” She asked. “And How did you know which salve to give me?”
“My parent has similar tools, so I am quite familiar. As for the salve,” Mitsuki shrugged. “I read the label.”
Sakura looked down, causing her pink hair to block her eyes. Her shoulders shook. The four medical-ninja in the room backed away, afraid she was going to have another one of her famous violent streaks. They closed their eyes, waiting for their superior’s punishment.
What they heard baffled them. Sakura laughed heartily. The mirth was clear in her green eyes. It wasn’t long before she was laughing even louder. The four medics and Mitsuki looked at her as if she had finally lost it. Those Uchihas’ were known for being unstable, anyway.
He read the label! “I’m sorry,” she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Mitsuki, you’re a very practical shinobi, aren’t you? A smart, and sensible one too.”
Mitsuki smiled upon receiving a compliment from his shishou. “Thank you, but what was so funny?” He inquired lightly.
“Oh, I was just thinking,” she started. “If either Naruto or Sasuke-kun were in your position back when we were genin, none of them would be able to differentiate forceps from a scalpel!”
The four medical-ninja sweat dropped, and sighed in relief.
Okay, maybe Sakura was exaggerating but Mitsuki stayed calm, listened carefully, and readily aided her. On top of that, he had obeyed the first instruction she had given him. He got extra points for knowing basic surgery tools, too.
Sakura’s eyes met Mitsuki’s. She gave him a small nod. Her decision has been made. Mitsuki was going to be the best medical-ninja, she was going to make damn sure. Shannaro!
THE END.
A/N: I’m clueless with medical stuff. I tried!
Apprentice I: Naruto and Sarada
Apprentice III: Sasuke and Boruto
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