. . .
"Shall we start?"
In the village hidden in the leaves
Where people lived peacefully
One day when 4 people ate on the grass,
Yellow, silver, black and pink haired
A boy with pink hair tied in a spiky ponytail at the back of his head approaches them,
A clone of the pink haired girl,
He told –
"The clan is under attack, they are planning on killing you"
He quickly told his pink haired clone,
"The enemy clan is coming close" He spoke
"I guess I will have to turn myself in" She spoke slowly.
Shocking the other men,
"No" the pink haired man spoke quickly,
"Take my clothes"
He told her,
"We are twins, they won't notice"
Sadly smiling, he handed her his clothes,
Putting her dress on, and letting his hair down,
She put his clothes on and put her hair up in a spiky ponytail at the back,
They looked just like each other,
Could have been very easily mistaken,
"Take cover in another nation" He spoke to her slowly,
Her three teammates nodded towards him,
And the pink haired boy disguised as his sister walked away,
To meet his death,
And after that, what more to be said?
'Brother, if we are to be reborn. I shall play with you every single minute of my new life, I hope you forgive me'
The heiress to her clan thought as she ran the cold blade of a knife across her throat.
Sakura trees are known for their short life span.
And here our story ends…