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Missed Connection Sakura was late. She raced through the crowd clutching the shoulder strap of her book bag in one hand, cup of hot coffee in the other. The line at the cafe had been long, and if she missed the next train to campus she'd be late for Pharmacology class again. And if Professor Tsunade caught her interrupting the lecture to sneak into a seat in back one more time she could kiss her internship goodbye. That woman pulled no punches. Sakura steadied her cup as she ran, twisting her wrist around to glance at her watch. It read 11:58. Shit! She ducked around a hand-holding couple that were threatening to accidentally clothesline

CONTAGIOUS Chapter Three: Permanent Vacation, Part One Sakura crumpled to her knees, panting in exhaustion. She wiped an afternoon's worth of sweat and dirt from her brow. Sora was a true slavedriver. Kakashi-sensei never pushed me this hard. Then again, I never had to prepare to assassinate one of the most important political figures in the world before... Sakura rolled over just in time to avoid a senbon to the face. "You can't quit yet, Sakura!" Sora sneered, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Your ninjutsu is shameful. How dare you call yourself a ninja if you can't even master a few lousy water techniques?" Sakura grit her teeth.

CONTAGIOUS Chapter Two: Not What It Looks Like The glass bottle clinked as she ran. It contained the invaluable skin sample from the infected Hokage. Though tiny, it weighed heavily in the kunoichi's hip pouch. Sakura stopped at a stream to refill her water bottle. This could be the last chance she'd get to do so; the thinning trees and dry heat in the air indicated that she was leaving River Country for Wind. With nowhere else to go, Sunagakure was the obvious destination for a kunoichi stuck in Sakura's predicament. She needed help. She needed a lab to analyze the virus in, a safe haven to sleep in, and allies to protect her from Konoha

CHAPTER ONE: SMILE Two years earlier... "Something weird is going on." Sakura lifted her heavy head from the table, peering through half-lidded eyes. "Huh?" she articulated thickly. "Good lord, somebody get this girl some coffee," a bossy voice commanded. A moment later a steaming mug appeared in front of Sakura's face. "Here you are, senpai," a different voice chirped. She blinked and sat up a bit, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. It helped. "Thanks Eri-chan," she managed to smile at the new intern with the short blonde curls. "You're welcome Sakura-senpai, but you really should take better care of yourself." Her childlike voice sap