(A/N: Here's chapter twelve! I've decided to focus on Isana for the next three or four chapters, then on Dr. Tenma, and finally head into the Munich arc. Well, enjoy!

Santa Socks: Thanks for the review! Yeah, I wish there were more Monster/Naruto crossovers.

RimK10: Thanks for a reviewing the last chapter! About future OCs... Don't worry, when OCs are introduced, they are going to be more fleshed out than the last two. But whether they will stay alive till the very end, even if they become good friends with Isana [and few becoming recurring characters and not one-shots], well... Maybe, maybe not.

And also thanks for the information! I was going to going to incorporate Isana using and creating medicines and drugs. She was a medical ninja, after all. Only problem, I never had the patients to do research. And it's not like the creator of 'Monster' did his study on Germany himself. Well, he did...minuscule and superficial analysis. He mostly just looked at a few pictures of Germany and...boom! The complex and outstanding, yet under hyped series called 'Monster' is just that good and realistic with almost no research whatsoever. Wow! Just...wow!

And I also just now realize how truly scary Johan is. Monster takes place in a real life country in a real life setting with real historic facts and psychological experiments. Do you now see what I mean. Imagine the chances of a real life Johan existing once?! Now, that is truly terrifying!

Okay, enough scare theories... On to the story!)

Retract

Isana let out a drawn out sigh. "What a day," she muttered exhaustedly as she entered the hotel room she was currently renting. She hung up her apron on the rack by the door as she headed into the kitchen to fix herself something for dinner.

After the incident with her fake friends, the pinkish-brown haired woman decided to embark on her own adventure. Guess that betrayal triggered something inside her as she was trying to find reasons for why she was targeted. She did, however, manage to forcibly pry the information out of Laura's pathetic mouth after she witnessed Amelie's brutal beatdown. She said they were paid to do it by a blond haired man with a beautiful face.

There was only one person she knew that blond hair… And that was Johan Liebert. The boy she read to while he was in a coma almost a decade ago. The boy who grow up to be a well dressed, intellectual man who took her on a date that didn't leave her angry and annoyed. The first good date she had.

She sighed. Should've known it was too good to be true.

But why? Why would he want her dead?

It's been over half a year since the incident. Johan really knows how to cover his tracks. She'll give him credit for that. If only the twenty-five year old woman had the nose of an Inuzuka, then he wouldn't be so hard to find.

Or she could be wrong. Maybe she was just being paranoid and over thinking things. She has been awfully negative lately. There are plenty of men with blond hair and a...face. It could have been the attack of some random assassin for all she knows. She couldn't rule out any possibility.

That's what Isana is trying to find out. She was trying to track down her attempted murderer. The pinkish-brown haired woman wasn't going to run away! She's a former kunoichi of Konoha, dammit! She'd take challenges like this head on and overcome them.

However, for now, Johan Liebert is her only lead.

Another reason for the pinkish-brown woman's travels was to uncover any connections between this world and her old world. Why was she reincarnated? And into this world, no less?

People could call her a delusional freak or whatever for trying to discover something that's absolutely impossible by the laws of this world. But they are ignorant of the pain and loneliness she's going through by leaving her friends behind. Just… Just finding out of if this world is some sort of alternate universe where the creation of chakra was avoided somehow would be enough to give her some sort of closure. Maybe then, she'd believe another version of Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Tsunade, Ino, and all her friends are out there somewhere. Living normal, ordinary lives without pain, agony, or suffering.

Isana laughed bitterly at her pitifulness. How pathetic could she get? After all this time, she still couldn't get over her 'death'? Oh, if anyone could see how bitter and lonely she is, their eyes would either fill with pity or mockery.

No, the real reasons for her travels was simply because she was bored. Utterly and completely bored. The pinkish-brown haired woman wanted to see what this world had to offer. And perhaps along the way, she could recreate some medicines and enhancement drugs from her old ninja life. She was a medical ninja, after all. Shouldn't be impossible to find similar ingredients. Difficult, but not impossible. She was trained by the number one medical ninja in the Shinobi World, Tsunade Senju.

All her travels lead Isana to her current location in a local, cheap hotel located in Stuttgart.

As Isana began preparing a plate of spagetti, her thoughts went back to her attempted murder. She honestly couldn't be sure if it was Johan who hired Laura and Amelie to assassinate her. A man with blond hair and a beautiful face is a very vague description. However, being the formerly, highly trained ninja that she was, she wasn't foolish enough to rule out the possibility. She always had her suspicions ever since the twins' sudden disappearance after the mysterious deaths of the Director of Eisler Memorial Hospital and two of Dr. Tenma's colleagues. Although, Isana never actually cared. Those three were assholes!

Speaking of Dr. Tenma, Isana wondered how he was doing. Was he finally promoted to Chief of Surgery? Did he finally settle down with a nice and generous woman and began building a family of his own?

"He's a nice doctor, too. It'll be good for him to have a caring wife and loving children that he could spoil senselessly," Isana mused.

Her spaghetti seemed to be done cooking, she took out a plate and poured the noodles on top.

The medicines of this world were not as advanced as the ones in Ninja World. Guess the lack of chakra slows the progress of fundamental technology. Instead most of their resources are focused more on military purposes and building more powerful, destructive weapons.

Isana chewed on several noodle strips, her face scrunched up in disappointment. Don't they know medical resources and advancements are just as important? Who would heal their soldiers, if all their medics are incompetent?

She scoffed, scornfully. "Not that they would care anyways as long as they get paid."

The pinkish-brown haired woman finished the rest of her dinner. Afterwards, she threw the empty plate in the sink and headed to her bedroom. She'll wash it later.

Isana entered her room. After quickly changing into a simple pink nightgown, she opened a wooden desk located in the upper right corner of the room. She took out a sketchpad and a pencil. She flipped the pad over until it landed on a blank page.

"Hmm, what should I draw next?" the former kunoichi pondered to herself as she tapped the pencil against her chin, thoughtfully.

She decided to draw the time she first met Naruto.

(FLASHBACK)

A seven year old, pink haired, little girl was stopping by the grocery to pick up some supplies for her mother's dinner. Although, it took some convincing to let her go to a store that was no more than a few blocks away from her house.

Holding the bag full of groceries in her tiny hands, Sakura started to make her way home.

"Get out of here, you demon brat!"

Hearing a grown man's furious yells, the pinklette turned to her left to see a spiky, blond haired boy about her age being kicked out of an antic mask shop.

She paused, freezing her tracks. She knows that boy! The sunny blond hair and the whisker marks were a dead giveaway. He was the boy her parents warned her not to talk to. The obnoxious troublemaker.

Well, the pink haired girl's parents never gave her a real reason to avoid the boy,. They merely just told her not to associate herself with the boy, so she simply just took it as him being a big troublemaker.

However, seeing the look of hurt and rejection on his face as he was kicked out of the shop, although brief, was...saddening to say the least.

The boy simple huffed, angrily, getting up on his feet, and dusted off the dirt out of his clothes. "Stupid, old man," he grumbled under his breath. "All I was doing was simply looking."

"Um, excuse me."

The startled boy almost jumped at the unexpected, almost shy voice. He quickly turned to be met face to face with a pink-haired little girl.

She held out something for him, refusing to make eye contact.

"Huh?" The blond boy was confused. Why was she talking to him?

When she glanced at him, the first thing he noticed was that she had really pretty eyes. They were a bright green color, almost the color of emerald diamonds.

"This is a donut." The girl's soft, shy voice broke the boy out of his thoughts. "I'm giving this to you."

"Uh, thanks," the blond said, dumbly, a small blush grace her cheeks as he gently took the glazed pastry from her hands.

"Don't get into anymore trouble, okay?" the pink haired child spoke, trying to sound stern and serious, but it came out very timid and bashful.

She ran off quickly, not waiting to hear the boy's response. She had to get home before her parents start to freak out on her taking so long. And if her mom asks why a donut was missing, she'll just simply say she ate it.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Isana sighed blissfully as the age-old memory replayed in her mind. She began working on drawing that memory on the sketchpad.

"Isana!"

The pinkish-brown haired woman turned to the person calling her. It was the cook, handing her a plate of what looked like beef stir fry topped off with parsley and some nuts. He was a somewhat chubby man in his earlier fifties with medium-length, black hair, although some patches of gray were showing, and he had some stupples under his chin.

"Take this order to table number two," he spoke in a very deep and gruff voice.

"Yes, Mr. Kimsley."

Jacob Kimsley was the owner and chief of this small cafe that Isana was temporarily working at. He stated once before that he started his business here for almost twenty years now, and he was generous enough to allow her work. Although, it came out as a perverse joke saying she'll attract more customers in his, otherwise, slow and almost vacant diner. Fanservice, much.

Not that it was a bad thing. After all, the more customers that come in, the more money the cafe gets, and the more she gets paid to use the money on her travels.

Being a waitress here wasn't so bad either. The locals around here were awfully nice. And the city was quiet and had that unique, prominent fragrance to it.

It almost made Isana want to stay and start a life here. Almost.

The cafe was now closed and Isana was busy cleaning the tables while Kimsley was washing the dirty dishes.

"It sure has been busy since you started working here, Isana," Kimsley said, letting out a boisterous laugh.

Isana let a small smile graced her lips. "Glad I could help." She was done scrubbing the brown tables, so they were all spotless.

She had never told Kimsley the real reason she wanted to work for him. And now, the pinkish-brown haired woman decided now that she was in the man's good grace...it was a good a time as any to approach him with a question she always wanted to ask.

"Mr. Kimsley," Isana spoke, busying wringing the cloth dry.

"Hmm?" Kimsley made a small noise, indicating that he was listening.

"Do you know how to use a gun?" she asked, no sign of hesitation or vulnerability in her voice.

However, it was at that moment when Isana asked that dreadful and intrusive question, that everything seemed to come to a standstill.

(A/N: That's the end of chapter twelve! Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry, that it ended on a cliffhanger. And just when it was getting to the good part, too! Yes, the next couple of chapters will focus on Isana learning how to use a gun. By the way, I kinda feel like I'm being repetitive with Isana. I feel like I'm shoving her 'I was once Sakura Haruno' down my readers throat. I'm going to try toning it down a bit. I know I said I was going to focus on the psychological effects of reincarnation, but it'll lose its meaning if I keep repeating it over and over every time Isana's on screen. You know what I mean? It just that in manga/anime, Monster, one of the recurring themes is how names and a person's identity is everything! Basically, without knowing your true name, you are nothing more than a faceless human aimlessly walking around blindly on earth. So, I guess Isana faces the moral dilemma of should she look towards the future as 'Isana Blum' or stay in the past as 'Sakura Haruno'? It's all I'm saying, but I'm going to try to be a bit more subtle with it.

Oh, and by the way, before I forget, Isana's flashback would sometimes heavily imply Naruto/Sakura/Sasuke moments. Normally, I don't do threesome pairings, but it's not like anything is coming out of it. For one, Sakura is obviously dead. And two, it's more of a 'more than friends, less than lovers' situation. They are just a really close knit family...at the time.

Well, leave any comments, suggestions, or questions in a review! And see you next time!)