"Specifically, your actions and attitude in regards to Uchiha Sasuke."

"Don't see how that's your business. I've got first dibs, so you can't have him."

"I do not want him. Nor does he want you."

"You can't know that."

"I am reliably informed this is the case."

"Why should I stop trying to get him to notice me, then?"

Elieyha steps forward.

"You seem like a smart girl, apart from certain unfortunate blind spots. Does it need to be spelled out?"

"I don't see how it's your business!"

"It's quite my business if you keep making my brother unhappy, Sakura. His happiness is my happiness, after all."

She seems a bit taken aback, almost wary now she's been reminded Hisame's here.

"I should rethink my life choices carefully at this point, were I you."

Hisame smiles more, leaning into Sakura's space a bit. "You're such a bright, pretty girl, with such good potential. It'd be an awful shame to squander that all, wouldn't it?"

Slowly: "Maybe?"

"The answer we're looking for," Elieyha says as sand begins trickling over her shoulder and down to spread across the ground, "is yes."

" - Yes!" she squeaks.

"Good girl."

The sand stops its hissing movement forward, pooling instead at her feet.

"I'll just - go apologize to Sasuke?" she says, nervously.

"I think he'd appreciate that. You do quite annoy him."

"Politely, mind."

"Right. Politely."

She starts edging away.

They'll wait.

When they don't look like they're going to stop her, Sakura turns and walks very quickly. Off towards her team to apologize politely to Sasuke. So his horrible terrifying sister won't stab her. Or something.

"I think that went very well."

"I suppose the real proof will be how Sasuke says she behaved when he gets home tonight. But, yes. She seemed to get our point quite well."