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In a dark, lifeless forest, a pink flash hurried through the shadows. A disheveled pink haired child staggered falling to the ground roughly. Already gravely bruised and beaten, she struggled to return to her feet looking back as though her fall ensured death. Her disheveled pink tresses went in every direction as she sped through. She heard water splash not far behind her from one of the various rivers she'd ran past, terror washed through her body in waves. She picked up voices nearing her and her breathing, already erratic, became worse. Her heart pounded. She looked ahead using the only of her two bright green eyes that wasn't blackened and swollen shut. Light shined at her.

She was gonna die. Right here. She'd longed and prayed for a chance to escape to see the world with her mother. Where was the god she had prayed diligently to each and every night, snuggled tightly to her mother? She pushed on shaking the thoughts from her head. The light became brighter and brighter and color danced between each ray.

Large round gates drew near in the distance and hope washed over her taking over her face twitching her lips upwards at the sides.

Tearing through the gate unnoticed by the conversing guards, she scampered through the unfamiliar village. The villagers only shot her looks of disgust or scampered away when she came near. She was dirty and beaten; bad news.

She finally crashed into a collection of mud near the street. Nearby villagers backed away as though hell itself had descended in front of them. She gave it no thought dragging herself to her feet and limping slowly to find something, someone, somewhere 'safe' like her mother had told her.

She ran until her legs failed her. She felt her knees hit the ground painfully and her upper body followed close behind until she lay lifelessly on the pavement panting. Tears ran down her mud stained cheeks and blurred her already hindered vision. She watched a pair of shoes approach her and their knees lower into her view. A hand followed, clean and outstretched to her. She lifted her arm to accept but it only fell back into the filth of the ground. She felt her body tremble at the cold that ran over her drenched and dirtied body and tense when hands lifted her from the floor.

"Let me help you." He said. She looked deep into his blued eyes that seemed to smile at her. A strange warmth lingered in his eyes, almost motherly. She gave into his sincerity and grabbed onto his clothes with her small dirty hands.

"Don't worry child." He said with another smile. His hand large, sat upon her head before her body and thoughts were overcome by darkness.

They had traveled far, and only just arrived in his true village. He hugged the child tighter to his body as he walked through the gates of his home.

Pushing a dark green door open, he took them both inside laying the girl down gently and leaving the room momentarily. She had not stirred for the two days of travel they had been on.

He removed or cut off any of the dingy garments he had picked her up in and could only stare at the abused body before him. Bruises, scars, cuts, burns, every injury known to man. It was impossible to imagine what this girl had been through. He took the things he had brought into the room and began a lengthy process of cleaning, disinfecting, bandaging, and icing the various parts of her body, before he reached her dirtied hair. He washed it thoroughly jumping at the bright pink that peeked from behind the filth.

After finishing the little girl, he lay her properly on the pillows of the bed and covered her body over with a blanket. He took all he had brought to the room and left.

Laying on the sofa in his living room, he stared up at the ceiling. Everything about this girl was eerily familiar to him. Something about her felt like it...belonged with him. He felt an urge...a need to protect her. He had descended into sleep before he could think another thought.

Her green eyes shot open slowly and all of her nerves awoken immediately when she found her self laying on some cloud like bedding. She rolled on her stomach to push her weak body up noting how it ached from the unfamiliar sleeping quarters. She was only accustomed to sleeping beside her mother on the floor.

'Mom!' She thought anxiously. She hadn't seen her since she ran.

She slid from the bed, and walked cautiously to the door to poke her head out. She felt around to find all her injuries either gone or healed. The quiet of the empty house alarmed her as she quietly made her way through the hall way.

No one was guarding her. She relaxed slightly to hear an odd raspy noise rumbling through the silence. She approached a nearby piece of furniture and found the man who had saved her sleeping in some miserable position on the furniture.

She hovered beside him wondering what she would do. He had pink tinged hair rather dark in color and rather long. It spread everywhere beneath him. He had a strangely pointed mustache that connected to his sideburns over his small lips that opened with every strange raspy noise he made.

'Snore...?' He had tanned skin, and his blue eyes were shut in his slumber. He seemed to sleep for days at a time. She walked away jumping at the rumbling of her stomach. Her duties had to be started right away. Wandering up to a new door she pushed through it to a huge and very clean kitchen filled to the brim with food and cooking utensils.

Cooking sounded like a rather smart thing to start with and she grabbed everything she could carry to the counter. Pulling a chair up to the stove, she began skillfully creating food for two. She laid out the dinnerware and began to eat before he could wake.

She had two eggs and a bowl of rice while a hot plate of eggs, fish, miso soup, and rice sat awaiting it's owner's arrival. She cleaned the kitchen up, mopping it's floors and washed the dishes she'd used and herself.

The man had long awoken. He walked in quietly with a yawn, she only noticed his presence when he finally spoke.

"Wow, haven't smelled something this good in a while. And everything is so clean! What's going on?" He asked. He found the pink haired girl from before standing by his table with a full course meal on top in a completely spotless kitchen.

"You did all this? Is that meal for me?" He asked. She nodded staring at him. He sat down and muttered his grace. She climbed back into her chair and watched his face warm in delight as he tasted the food.

"Wow I haven't tasted something this delicious since Mibuki-chan left." He said munching happily.

"..?" Sakura replied with questioning silence and a child like tilt of her head. "Mibuki-chan is my wife." He said. "If I look close I could see a little of her in you. Those green eyes are too familiar." He said. He finished off the food during their silence and she took his dishes immediately to wash.

"Okay, so what's your name blossom?" He asked cheerfully. She gave no response remaining quietly over the sink.

"Can you talk?" He tried. He watched her head bob up and down in confirmation. He mimicked her earlier gesture tilting his head in confusion. "So will you tell me your name?" He asked again. However she still gave no response and he surrendered, standing to get a drink from the fridge.

"Sakura." He heard. He turned. She watched him still. "Sakura." She said again. He smiled back at her. Finishing his beverage, he walked to her and kneeled.

"Very nice to meet you, Sakura. My name is Kizashi. Cherry blossom huh? That was going to be my first daughter's name if Mibuki and I had had one. We should get along perfectly." He said ruffling her pink locks.

He released her and smiled once more. "Well today we've got to get you fitted in some new clothing. My shirts look adorable on you, but that'd cause an uproar if anyone were to misunderstand." He said. She nodded.

He stood and held his hand out to her waiting for her to take it and walked her to the door. He grabbed his rather large jacket and picked her up to hide her inside of it. She was tiny and almost weightless, keeping her hidden was effortless.

He felt her squirm every so often, observing the strange village. She was quiet and well behaved. They stopped walking and Sakura found a large building a darkened sign hanging above them.

Inside was bright pink and racks upon racks of beautifully sewn fabrics in every color she could think of frills and lace and buttons! She squirmed a bit in excitement and Kizashi put her on the ground. She shyly approached some of the clothing only looking, almost scared to touch.

"Kizashi-san! How are you!? I hope you haven't returned to your habit of buying little girl's clothing again." A woman chuckled out. Kizashi blushed.

"No, no there's no chance of a baby girl with no wife. But i did find my self a potential daughter candidate this time! Could you get her going with a good set of clothing?"

"Of Course! Let me take a look." She said peeking downwards. Sakura poked her head out past her new father's leg looking at the woman cautiously. He looked down at Sakura who blinked silently at the lady. The woman fell silent.

"Her eyes are just like Mibuki's." She said almost sadly.

"Yup. It's like god sent me a little token of apology for taking them both so suddenly." he chuckled.

"Come here sweetheart. I won't hurt you. I just need to check your size and get you fitted. Ok?" She said softly squatting to Sakura's height. Sakura only looked at Kizashi for approval before she walked to the smiling woman. She took several measurements with a long white cord and started piling clothing in Sakura's hands.

"I'm glad you found your girl Kizashi. Take anything she'd like, on the house this time. The least I can do for everything you lost after being such a good customer here." She said with a smile. The man nodded.

"Such a lucky girl you are." He said chuckling. She tilted her head at him and walked quietly in her new clothes. She loved the way they looked and felt. She felt happiness wash through her watching her father's elated face return to the road in front of him. He smiled down at her and she quietly returned the gesture.

"So Sakura, where did you come from?" He asked. Her smile faded and she remained silent.

"Did you have any family?" he asked. She nodded but said nothing.

"What happened to you?" He tried once more. Once again she made no move to respond.

"It's alright I understand if you don't want to tell me. I won't force you to." He said gently.

She shook her head closing the breaths distance between them to grip at his shirt tightly rubbing at her wet eyes with the other hand.

"Mommy was taken, taken long ago from her village. When she had me, she was all alone. I got older and older and eventually it wasn't just mommy, Tachi, Ko-chan, Dei Dei, and Tobi, all helped her, they raised me, looked after her. They were my family. She paused eyes glued to the ground.

"But the others weren't so kind." She whispered darkly. Kizashi tensed as she continued.

"They would make her cry, hurt her. Sometimes pale snake man took her and I wouldn't see her for so long But every time she came back she was different. Sometimes she looked different or acted different, and sometimes it was almost as if she were sleeping with her eyes open." She ended whispering. She looked as though tears were imminent.

"How old are you?" He pushed.

"Four." Her education and physical development seemed unhindered by the empty wooden captivity she'd escaped from. She only told him a bit more about her mother, all she taught her about not trusting strangers, how communication was key if it did not control you, and her life with her mother in captivity.

"You can stay here as long as you'd like Sakura. This can be your new home. I can be your new father." He whispered to her as she leaned quietly into his shirt. "Would you like that?" He asked again and felt her head nod into the fabric of his shirt. He chuckled and pat her head reassuringly.

"Now tomorrow, we get you into Konoha's Academy. Self defense is key." He said.

Sakura nodded. He nodded back and took her to the bathroom.

"Do you know what a shower is?" he asked to make sure. She shook her head. He sighed glad he'd asked. He told her to take the clothes they just bought off and where to put them. He watched as she sadly discarded her dirty clothing and looked back at him fully naked.

"Alright climb in the big bath with water and your gonna clean yourself up take all the dirt and sweat and nasty things away." He told her She nodded washing her skin with the cloth he'd given her then playing in the bubbles she found floating by. Her bath went smoothly and she slipped on the new undergarments they'd bought her and a large shirt on top and joined her father upstairs.

He laid her in his bed, kissed her forehead, and started to walk away.

"N-No..." He heard. She was sitting up right with a hand stretched out towards him, tears on the brim of her eyes and cheeks flushed in panic. He turned back in question.

"D-Don't leave me all alone." She begged quietly.

He chuckled, eyes softening and nodded. He took her into his bathroom and she waited while he showered. When he finished and came out fully dressed, he picked her up again and placed her in his bed this time climbing in with her.

"You've never slept alone?" He asked yawning quietly afterwards. He watched her shake her head and snuggle closer to him. Sleep quickly consumed them both.

The next morning she woke up before the sun, took a shower putting on some of her new clothes right after. She even remembered to use the toothbrush Kizashi had gotten her. Kizashi woke up a little later coming out of the shower fully dressed with slightly damp hair.

"I see you even beat the sun this time. You even made breakfast again." She had made american styled breakfast this time. He thanked her with his usual smile, said his grace and ate it gratefully. He asked her some things about her cooking and found her mother had taught her. Sakura seemed to love her mother a lot. She brushed his hair as he ate.

When both were done, he picked her up onto his shoulders and walked through the door for her first day at academy. He had styled his hair into a large cherry blossom and she peeked between two of the pointed sections.

He sped off Sakura still on his shoulders. Her hair whipped madly in the wind and she giggled. Their arrival was swift and she was swung off his shoulders. Her hand in his, they walked into the huge building both the Hokage and her new school would be in.

"Kizashi Haruno." He said. The woman there nodded slightly and looked at Sakura. "And her name is?" She asked sweetly. "Sakura..…Haruno." He said with a smile. Sakura looked up at him and he gave her a smile.

They walked through the halls talking quietly when they approached a door with almost animalistic sounds coming from inside. She looked at her father eyes widened. He sweat dropped and pushed the door open to show her all the children inside. He pushed a document into her hand and nudged her towards the room. She slowly made her way to the sensei who gently took the paper from her, spoke a few kind words with a kind smile and pointed her to a seat.

Kizashi left with one last glance at his little girl and sped off to the Hokage's office for a report on his last mission when he had found her. Sakura sat shrinking into herself as the noise continued around her. No one looked at her or spoke to her she only sat alone staring at her desk, her hands fidgeted in her lap.

Several boys stopped their playing to eye the bright haired girl. She had come in a while ago but made no move to socialize. So they did what any young four year old boy would. They went to bully her. Their leader walked right up to her and jabbed her forehead with his finger breaking her from her daze.

"Hey there pinky! You got a pretty big forehead there don't ya?" He grinned, and poked her hard on her forehead. She blinked and her head fell limply backwards.

The playing and noise making gradually came to a dull roar as every one watched the confrontation. Sakura began to tremble. What awful place had her father left her?

She felt her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her throat closed, her heart beat increased. "I...A..Eh..." She stuttered out awkwardly. THUD. She opened her eyes and the boy was no longer in front of her, but instead, on the ground clutching at his cheek.

"What the heck!?" He screamed out tears welling in his eyes.

"DAISKE! LEAVE HER ALONE YA JERK!" A tiny blonde girl screamed at him. He got up of the floor holding the spot on his cheek where she assaulted, Sakura watched in amazement. The blonde girl grinned at her.

"Hey pinky don't ya know how to put 'um up for yourself? Or at least talk?" She asked. Sakura nodded.

"I'm sorry." She said softly. The blonde flicked her on the head playfully and Sakura held the spot.

"No prob! If I heard right you must be Sakura? My names Ino! Nice to meet cha! By the way you shouldn't use your hair to hide your forehead it makes it look bigger! Lemme fix it!" She said styling the pink mess and finishing off with a bright red bow. Sakura smiled and nodded. Ino continued to talk and Sakura found herself being dragged over to a small group of little girls.

A brown haired little girl sat on the floor with beautiful coffee colored eyes and her long hair hanging everywhere.

"HEY! I'm TenTen!" She said happily before going back to what she was doing. Another girl introduced herself.

"M-my name i-is Hinata. It's a p-pleasure to me-meet you." She said bowing. Sakura bowed as well. TenTen tugged Hinata back to the floor and began a full scale weaponized attack on the girl with her toy weapons. Tear drops swung from the corner of her eyes and her hands were up as if reaching for a hand to help her.

Sakura stood awkwardly by the group of playing girls. She didn't know whether her help or even her presence was truly needed here.

Ino tugged Sakura to the floor scolding her for only standing around as play time was valuable. Sakura sat simply watching the girls until they all began to stare at her. She became flustered and looked at her lap. She fidgeted as the girls slowly tried to integrate her in their play and found success a quick while later. Sakura became comfortable speaking with them and even picked up the toys to play. It came to an end soon enough when the text portion of class begun.

They all sat down in a desk. Sakura sat next to Ino, who sat in front of Hinata who sat next to TenTen, who sat behind Sakura.

"Okay everyone find a partner for this next lesson." Ino and Sakura partnered up. Hinata and TenTen did too. Her presence seemed appreciated when no girl was left alone. They practiced intellectual studies to physical strength. The latter being her greatest weakness. Later on TenTen was taken amongst the older children leaving the other three girls behind.

Finally school was over and they left the building. Ino was talking to someone else when Sakura got attacked by the same boy from earlier.

"Oh look it's the big forehead from before. And look she's all alone. No piggy to protect her." He said. He was surrounded by some other boys. Daiske threw a rock at her he was playing with in his hand. The other boys laughed.

They picked up rocks and threw at her while she sat on the floor. She didn't say a word. Her bangs hung in her face and she used them to hide her tears. One boy came over to push her down laughing when she fell to the ground. Hinata pointed to them in fright. TenTen and Ino rushed over and kicked the boys hard making them all run away. TenTen chased after them for a while making sure they had something to cry about.

"Sakura-san! Defend yourself!." TenTen exclaimed Hair jumping about in excitement. Hinata looked after the small cuts and such she had gotten from a few of the really sharp rocks. She covered the larger wounds with band-aids she often carried to care for TenTen.

Sakura thanked her and stood. TenTen grabbed her with one hand holding her closely. "It really ain't all that hard. But when bullies walk up and start yappin', hold up your fists and just pound um!" TenTen said excitedly, moving her fists through the air in example. She nodded slowly. TenTen nodded back and waved goodbye. She walked home on her own. Ino was picked up and several men came to escort Hinata home. Quickly after Kizashi came running for her.

"So how was your first day Blossom?" he asked, She smiled.

"I made friends." She said. Kizashi watched her as she spoke. She was beginning to open much more. "They saved me from the bullies." She said again. He chuckled.

"Well I'm eternally grateful to these friends of yours." He said.

She nodded and got down from his shoulders when they got home. Once home, he urged her to show him what she had learned. She complied and punched her fists in the air. He laughed and came behind her to instruct her on a proper punch.

"With this no boys can pick on you again." He said. She pulled some things from her pockets.

"They gave me these too." She said laying them on the table. Two kunai knives, three shuriken, and a basic starting scroll to hold them in. He showed her how to put the weapons inside the scroll. She thanked him and prepared dinner. Afterwards it was time for a bath.

He stripped and climbed in the tub full of water, he pulled her in after. She played with the bubbles and such while he washed her hair and body.

He washed off with her and dressed her warmly. He tucked her in snugly next to him.

"Kizashi-kun…What was Mibuki-chan like?" She asked quietly brewing conversational topics. He looked at her, frowned but complied.

"But you do something for me too. Call me Otou-san. I've always wanted a daughter, ever since mine died." He said with a warm smile. She nodded.

"Hai… O-otou-san." She said. He smiled. "Mibuki was a gorgeous woman. She had pretty light blonde brown hair. But here eyes were the most stunning shade of green I'd ever seen. She was so cheerful. She had a determination that could beat anyone's. When she heard that she may have some troubles having her baby, she was still determined to have it and survive. Although neither nor happened, she still died a very happy death. She died thinking she brought a new life into this world. But the cord that babies have connected to their bellies was wrapped around the baby's neck and she died." He said sadly.

"I cried so much when I heard not even the baby survived. So when I met you, it was like heaven was sending me a present to make up for my lost daughter." He finished. He smiled hearing her yawn loudly.

"Otou-san, she sounds just a pretty as my mommy. Maybe you will find her and you can be happy again?" Her big green eyes fell shut.

"Maybe..." Kizashi kissed her on the forehead before falling to sleep with her.