It was a dark, silent night in Konohagakure. Raindrops were falling down from the sky and washed the dust and dirt away from the buildings and sidewalks. There was this monotone, quiet sound of the rain which was only corrupted by silent sobs. A small dark silhouette sat on a curb. It was certainly a female, a little girl to be precise. Her long straight hair fell down on her slouched back. Her face was burried in her arms as she sat there, shaking. Clouds of steam went from her mouth as she gasped for air and continued to cry. She was so down and no one tried to help her, hell, nobody even cared. Thirty minutes ago she run away from a fight with her mother. She raced down the street and finally sat here on the sidewalk where she stayed even after the rain started to pour. Sakura felt miserable and it was only because of one stupid comment on today's training session with her team. `You are slowing us down.´ Five words and her heart was broken. It wouldn´t be that much of a big deal if it didn´t come from the only person she was trying so hard to impress. Sasuke, of course. And what was the worst thing of all, it was not an offence, it was just a bare fact and they both knew it. And it felt even worse because she knew she was a burden, the one that was holding everyone back. And she just knew she did not belong there. She loved to be a shinobi, she really did but deep inside she somehow always thought that she was meant for something different. And as the time went by, Sakura felt invisible. It was almost like she was ..
A train of her thoughts was interrupted by sound of distant steps coming in her direction. For a second she thought about getting up and simply walking away, but then she decided not to. It´s not like anybody would give a damn about her anyway, so when the person got closer to where she sat, she was already too apathetic to notice him at all. Lonely, unwanted and cold, that´s how she felt. ´Oi, are you all right down there?´ She heard his words but it felt like they were coming from a big distance. ´Little lady, hello? Hey, who are you, what is your name?´ The stranger seemed to be determined to pull her out of her stubborn silence, so she said the first thing that came to her mind and immediately regretted it just because of how honest that statement was : ´ Nobody. I am not important at all.´ And then, her head shot up in shock when the strange man said the most unexpected thing. ´That´s remarkable!´ She stared at him in confusion. Even though she already stopped crying, the tears were still in her eyes, so she did not see much of the foreign man. ´You know, ´ He said as he sat next to her ´In 900 years of time and space I've never met anyone who wasn't important before.´
If there was anyone standing on the quiet street that night, he would see a sad little girl with pink hair and tears in her eyes sitting on the sidewalk and talking to a dark haired man in a tweed blazer. After a few moments, he would probably notice the change in young girls look, her depressed expression changing into a confused interest. That mixed with shock when she saw a blue box appearing seemingly out of nowhere right in the middle of the street. Then, the observer would watch the thin man nonchalantly lean on the blue wooden wall, offering his hand to the girl before him. She would take it and with almost hypnotized look they would both enter the booth, which would disappear just as quickly as it materialized. The whole scene would be still and quiet for a few minutes, but after that, the blue box would be there again. The door would swiftly open and the same little girl would step out. But even though she looks the same, she is different. She exhaled deeply and walked into the rainy night.