Her breath is like the wind, gentle yet in the breeze.
Her pink hair cascaded like water, as if to touch it was forbidden.
Her temper like fire, that can burn anyone with its touch.
Her hands like earth, strong and unbreakable.

But this kunoichi was how ever breakable.
Her heart wasn't like wind.
Her heart wasn't like water.
Her heart wasn't like Fire.
Her heart wasn't even like earth.
No. She had a heart like the flower she was named after.
A cherry blossom. Innocent and loving. feminine and delicate. Beautiful.
No anger resided there. Just the memories or her first love. Her first obsession.

Her heart was said to make her weak. But she is nothing like the sort.
She dances on the battlefield, Her aim is powerful.
Her emotions in check.

Weakling? Ugly?
Bitch?

For those who are narrow minded, Perhaps so.
For those who are not blind or foolish, She is a work or art.

And i intend to have her.
After all, Art is a bang!