Sakura Haruno revised.

The first time I ever saw a Naruto episode I fell in love with the character Sakura but that was in 2006 and I was only a child. I thought, 'wow a female ninja.' But then I became engrossed with the series only to discover she was… useless, I daresay. ..Until Shippuden came around the corner but it was too late, her character is always mocked for her behaviour and 'skills' in her genin days.

However I believe if she embraced her inner Sakura and believed in her potential she would be on par with Sasuke and Naruto.

I hope I don't disappoint.

I do not own any Naruto characters or Naruto the manga. It wouldn't be as amazing if I did.


While twirling the tall stem, with her thumb and her index, she watches the flower twist gracefully and spin elegantly. The daisy mesmerises her green orbs and she stops twirling the stem. The daisy dance comes to a wave but it sways back and forth in the spring breeze, the snow-white petals extend in the breeze and attempt to float.

She releases the daisy, watching it soar through the air like a beautiful white dove free to dance and flutter in the air.

"So graceful and pretty, I wish I was" she whispers yearningly, her green orbs eye her itchy pink dress in disdain. She wishes she could wear shorts because the dresses her mother dresses her in are itchy and she finds it hard to run in them.

Like she could run anyway, she never tries because everyone in her class beats her… even Choji!

They have all been trained by their shinobi families and she can barely fling a kunai.

She sighs dejectedly and kneels on the grass.

Sometimes she feels like releasing her true thoughts and feelings, it's like they have been building up inside her for so long that one day she is going to explode.

"Look, there is forehead girl!" the loud exclamations and laughter rips away the peaceful moment and chases away the relaxing atmosphere.

She swivels around to see the pack of wolves stalking towards her, ready to pounce and tear her to shreds with their words. The pack leader, with her own hair being a shocking purple, leans down towards her and begins to prod her forehead.

The harsh prods hurt and all she can do to protect herself is to cover her face with her arms. She desperately tries shielding her face from the pack leader's insistence clawing.

"Look at her forehead, it is bigger than the village!" the cruel leader, Ami proclaims earning barks of laughter from her pack.

"No it is not" she whispers back softly, her temper rising and ready to burst out at the leader of the pack.

The leader pounces on Sakura and growls bitingly, "What did you say! Forehead girl, forehead freak, I dare you to repeat it!"

Shoving the purple haired bully off her small body, a trembling Sakura begins to clench and un-clench her fists. She bites her bottom lip fiercely and bows her head so she cannot be angered by the sight of Ami.

Ami growls furiously but when she sees Sakura shaking she barks out laughter.

Her pack joins in and they feast their eyes on their quivering prey.

"I said," Sakura rises to her feet with her head still bowed and angrily adds, "No it is not, hell yeah!"

Her soft features are twisted in an expression of pure rage and she storms towards the pack, thundering furiously, "I am sick of you bullying me! You like flaunting the purple of your hair, oh how purple it is! Well, I will make you all purple, meaning covered in bruises, hell yeah!"

The pack is now cowering, whimpering in fear of the deadly pink haired girl.

Ami breaks out in sobs and clutches her newly bruised cheek while Sakura withdraws her fist. The violent glint in her green eyes creates more fear in the depth of the bullies.

The pack immediately disperse, the pack-leader howling in pain while her follows whimper in fear.

Sakura trudges up the stairway towards her house and tip-toes to reach the door knob. When she gets inside she careless throws off her sandals, in her mind she can already hear her mother's annoying rants about her messiness. Too angry by the day's events, she leaves shoes as they are.

Instead she runs towards the living room where she finds her father sitting on a futon.

His kind blue eyes go wide in surprise at her appearance. Her pink dress ruffled from the scuffle, also tainted with many dirt stains.

"I am going to be strong so no one can be mean to me! If they don't like my forehead" Sakura squeaks angrily, she gathers her pink hair into a pony-tail, and seals it with a hair tie.

She rushes towards the small mirror clinging to the wall before rushing off to her mother's room. After ransacking for a good minute in her mother's jewellery, she rushes back into the living room.

She clips back her fringe and proudly displays her profound forehead, announcing, "I don't care if they don't like my forehead because I am going to be strong. They are going to respect me and acknowledge me for something other than my forehead."

Kizashi merely lowers his newspaper and sheepishly wonders how he should respond to his daughter. He looks a little lost in the change in his daughter, usually this pent up rage is released in a tiring temper tantrum every so often. Unhealthy he notes inwardly, maybe this will be good for her and just not for him.

"How about we go shopping" Kizashi asks, chuckling nervously and mentally calling for his wife. How else is he supposed to respond?

Go, girl… you the bomb?

Kizashi sweat drops and mentally sighs.

The fire in his daughter's eyes ignite with passion, "Hell yea, I can get better clothing for a strong person. I am not walking around like a bubble-gum anymore!"

Sweat rolls down the side of Kizashi's face and he chuckles nervously, "But you look like a sakura bud ready to blossom in the clothes your mother personally made for you. Imagine how she will react when you don't wear them"

Sakura stubbornly juts her chin and comments, "I cannot wear those girly things… I probably look like a damsel when I am going to be a strong warrior."

"Whatever you say sweetie" Kizashi murmurs, his mind focused on her fiery mother's reaction to their child's change.

The next day at Konoha Academy the students could only gawk as the pink haired girl enters the classroom. Gone is the shy, gentle demeanour similar to a certain clan heiress and in its place is… her.

Sakura wears a dark green, short sleeved top with the Haruno circle proudly displayed on the back with the Konoha swirl in the middle of it. On her arms are long black sleeves.

Her pants are typical shinobi slacks along with her shoes.

However her forehead stands out when it is usually hidden by her sakura pink hair.

Now her pink hair is tied back in a short pony-tail and her fringe is clipped back.

Sakura mentally shrinks under the attention but attempts to stride confidently towards an empty table.

'I am going to absorb every piece of information and… and then I am going to practice what I have learnt!' Sakura thinks determinedly.


This is short, I know. Sakura has released inner Sakura. Tell me what you think. The idea to change Sakura's outfit was a bit drastic but when I try to alter something in me I always begin with my outfit and hair. I also thought in that moment in the series where Ino came to the rescue it was better for Sakura to finally stand up for herself.

Please review and feel free to follow my story. I am hoping for at least three reviews or one follow.

Tell me whether you want me to develop aspects of Sakura's childhood instead of skipping towards the time she graduates.