She was always the weaker one. The cry-baby and the nerd. So, when Sakura is fed up of all her pain and sorrow, she runs away to join the Akatsuki. But what's lurking in the depths of her memories? Just who is Sakura Haruno? Sasu/Saku.

-Withered Cherry Blossom-

The weak can never forgive

Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Chapter 1: Anger & Sorrow

Why? Why was is to damn hard? Day after day have I felt this, this boiling and bubbling feeling, seeping and spilling over the walls I'd so desperately built. Why? I couldn't understand this feeling. I felt my blood boil beneath my skin, rapidly coursing through my veins like hot iron.

I heard my shrilling scream break the cold silence of the training ground, my hands balled into frustrated fists. I felt more burning heat consume my right hand, before I snapped it forward, right into the crater covered grounds.

The earth shook and rumbled from under me. I paid no attention to it, only letting my mind reel in painful memories, falling into the depths of my sorrow. But there, in the centre of my mind, he was standing stubbornly with his hands in his pockets, and a cocky smirk on his pale face while his raven hair stood up against the moving wind.

The memory flickered away in an instant when I punched the ground more forcefully, but only to be blessed with another. He was standing on the edge of a cliff this time, his face emotionless and void as his onyx eyes watched me with nothingness. His open white shirt flowing in the winds gentle waves. Slowly, his eyes turned a crimson red colour…

I let out another shrilling scream, repeatedly punching and violently battering the ground. 'I've got to get stronger!' screamed the voice in my head 'I'm too weak! TOO WEAK!' another cry escapes me as I turn to one of thousands of trees and begin to blindly knock them over with punches and kicks.

Why? Why? WHY! Why do I always have to be the burden? Am I no stronger than a new born baby? Or as delicate as a cherry blossom? Am I so weak I could be shattered within the touch of a feather? Am I truly weak?

My eyes begin to sting as I blink back the familiar cloudy feeling. 'Crying…always so weak…pathetic and useless…' I threw comment after comment at myself, scorning and telling myself I wasn't strong enough. I was becoming so fragile nowadays…

I crumbled to my knees after knocking yet another tree over, hugging myself, pulling everything back together. If it was only that simple… I clenched my teeth together harshly, tightly closing my eyes as I felt my stinging eyes become watery. 'Such a cry-baby…such a weak and pathetic cry-baby…'

I felt the hot substance slip freely down my pale cheek, dripping onto the dusty brown ground under me. 'Stop crying you idiot…pull yourself together…' I ordered, but to no avail, a reluctant sob slipped passed my guard, followed by another and another…

'So damn weak…' I thought, clutching myself tighter together 'Why am I so weak?'

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