... what she was feeling, sorrow and lots of it. But now her entire emotional state was in turmoil, leaving her unsure of what to think or feel and, unlike the sorrow she felt at Dan’s passing, the saké in her system didn’t seem to help much at all with this problem. In fact, at times it seemed to make it worse, putting the same thoughts in her head that she was already trying to drive away with alcohol.
Damn it, why can’t I stop thinking about him? He just keeps popping into my head, she was getting really frustrated, and it had seemed to get worse since the beginning.
Tsunade was in an examination room, Naruto had gone a little overboard with his training again, so she had come for three reasons, first to get away from the seemingly everlasting pile of paperwork on her desk, secondly to make sure her favorite blonde was alright and lastly to get into another of her little tiffs with said blonde. Although she would never admit it openly, Tsunade enjoyed her arguments with Naruto; they reminded her of both her childhood fights with her brother and the disagreements she sometimes got into with Dan.
“Can I go yet, obaa-chan?” Naruto wined, he always hated hospitals.
“Quiet, gaki,” Tsunade was upset, she had just got Naruto’s medical file, and found it was terribly small. Maybe the bulk of it was l...