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In this Naruto fanfiction, Haruno Sakura finds herself injured during a skirmish and must heal herself while her team captain, Uchiha Shisui, expresses his concern for her safety. The story explores their unresolved romantic tension as they navigate their feelings amidst the chaos of battle. Ultimately, Sakura resolves to confront her feelings for Shisui once they return home, signaling a potential shift in their relationship.

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talk_to_me

In this Naruto fanfiction, Haruno Sakura finds herself injured during a skirmish and must heal herself while her team captain, Uchiha Shisui, expresses his concern for her safety. The story explores their unresolved romantic tension as they navigate their feelings amidst the chaos of battle. Ultimately, Sakura resolves to confront her feelings for Shisui once they return home, signaling a potential shift in their relationship.

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talk to me

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/56718523.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences


Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
Relationship: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Shisui
Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Shisui, Shiranui Genma
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Unresolved Romantic Tension, slight mention of a
broken bone, Anbu Haruno Sakura, Anbu Uchiha Shisui, Anbu Shiranui
Genma, Team Dynamics, shisakuweek2024, ShiSaku Rodeo
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Shisaku Week 2024
Stats: Published: 2024-06-17 Words: 958 Chapters: 1/1
talk to me
by Binkerbell

Summary

Sakura has to heal herself in the middle of a skirmish on the border if Konoha, and her team
captain isn't happy she didn't communicate her need for help.

Notes

Written for ShiSaku week over on tumblr.

Prompt used: Day 2-"Have you completely lost your mind"


“Have you completely lost your mind?”

Shisui’s harsh voice cut through the din of the dwindling skirmish, and Sakura’s eyes
connected with his dark gaze and frowning face before she looked back down at her leg,
stitching the skin together with chakra. She quickly assessed the enemy nin again, rolling her
eyes at Shisui’s exasperation, seeing that he and Genma had the situation handled. The nin
were gasping their last dying breaths, so she didn’t understand why he was yelling across the
clearing at her.

The rough bark of the tree against her exposed back centered her focus on her task, and she
gritted her teeth as she continued healing herself, the sounds of the forest and Shisui and
Genma fading into the background. A few more minutes passed before she finished, and with
a labored exhale, she slumped against the tree. All that remained on her leg was a pink scar
that would eventually fade once it finished healing on its own.

No one would have ever known her leg had been snapped in half thirty minutes ago, the bone
jutting out of her shin and creating a nauseating sight to anyone not used to broken bones.
She’d thrown the brutish ninja who’d caught her off guard headfirst into a boulder across the
clearing shortly after he’d hurt her, and quickly got to work healing herself after making sure
Shisui and Genma hadn’t further needed her help.

“Sakura.”

Shisui’s worried tone had her looking up, and she smiled up at him and Genma who stood
before her, both of them with their arms crossed as they looked down at her. While Shisui
was frowning, Genma was smirking, his ever present senbon in his mouth as he looked
between her and their captain.

“Do you have an injury that needs attending?” she asked, slowly bringing herself up to
standing as she brushed off the back of her pants.

She grimaced at her torn pants, but at least she’d be able to still run in them. Her shredded
black shirt and gray flak jacket on the other hand were a different matter. She’d need to stitch
them quickly before they continued their way home. She held the front of said clothes to her
chest so she didn’t flash her teammates, even though they’d all seen each other in many states
of undress in the past two years. The unfortunate perks of Anbu units.

“We’re fine,” Shisui grunted, and she frowned at his short answer.

She turned to Genma instead. “Do you still pack your small sewing kit for missions? My
shirt’s in dire need of some surgery.”

Genma grinned around his senbon as he nodded, pointing back to their disrupted campsite
and making his way over there to search for it, leaving her and Shisui alone.
“Sakura,” Shisui said again, his voice a mere whisper now as he stepped into her space.

“What?” she said, equally soft as him, meeting his dark gaze. Some of her hair fell into her
eyes, and she wanted to brush it away, but she refrained due to her current wardrobe
malfunction.

Shisui did it for her, and she almost would have thought she’d imagined it if he hadn’t then
cradled her face, his thumb sweeping across the swell of her cheek. Her breath got caught in
her throat, and she swallowed audibly as his eyes searched her face, as if he was looking to
see if she was broken anywhere else.

A moment later, he dropped his hand and cleared his throat, glancing to the side as he came
back to himself.

“Next time send a signal you’re stepping out of the fight instead of just leaning against a tree
to heal yourself,” he murmured.

He held her gaze as her lips twitched, and she tilted her head as she smiled up at him. “Aw,
were you worried about me, Captain?”

Shisui rolled his eyes as she giggled, but she stopped when he said, “Yes. Of course I was.”

“Shisui,” she said, her heart clenching in her chest as they stared at each other.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she tried to think of something to say, something to assure
him, but the silence grew thick with tension as his eyes drifted to her lips. She inhaled a slow
breath as she watched him stare at her mouth, and she bit her bottom lip as she fought the
urge to trace the shape of his jaw with one hand.

So many unsaid things and feelings flitted between them in that silence. She was about to say
damn it all to hell and tug him to her and kiss him like she’d wanted to for months, but then
Genma was there, handing her his mini sewing kit.

“Thanks,” she whispered, and Genma looked between the two of them, raising both of his
eyebrows.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, crossing his arms as he fought a smirk.

Shisui scoffed and shook his head, one hand coming up to tug at his curls. He turned around
quickly and motioned for Genma to follow before looking back at her. “Will fifteen minutes
give you enough time to fix your shirt?”

At her nod, he and Genma set about cleaning up their campsite of the enemy nin and packing
up the little supplies they had left that weren’t destroyed in the skirmish. Sakura sighed to
herself as she sat back down and turned her back to her teammates, intent on fixing her shirt
as quickly as possible.

When they got home, she vowed to talk to Shisui and sort out whatever it was between them,
because she couldn’t handle not knowing what was between anymore. It was time they put
everything on the table.
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