It was all quiet and to Sakura that was perfectly normal, just a calm and peaceful night. It was nights like these that she was glad she was… forcefully moved to Konoha. Her caretakers, parents, as she was told to call them, were asleep in their room and she was awake sitting on the ledge of her windowsill with her legs freely dangling above the lifeless street below her. It was a little and quaint home, right in the middle of the village. She inhaled deeply and felt the cool and dewed scent fill her lungs. This was nothing like her former village in Suna; everything here was green and lush, 'just like our eyes'. Her brother and her were very close, having lost their parents at birth, they had been adopted together but separated once it was sealed into her brother. 'Gaara… I wonder how you are,' Sakura's mind always wondered to her brother. They looked similar, more so than they did to their adopted siblings. Tamari and Kankuro, the famous Sand Nin, they were civil to her, as she was the only one who could really calm down Gaara when they were younger.
A scared Sakura clung to her mother's body and whimpered, "momma…" Before Sakura could even look at the face of her mother again she was pulled away roughly. "Hey! Let me go!" Her emerald green eyes could barely make out the scene in front of her. There was a monster causing mass destruction and everywhere around her was up in flames. "Gaara! Where are you?!" she cried helplessly into the arms of the man who was holding her back, thrashing around wildly to try and break free.
The monster roared and was starting to retreat, that's when she saw him. "Gaara!" she cried. After that, everything went blank.
The next time she woke up she was in a hospital with bandages covering the majority of her body. She started weeping again and pulling at her long pink hair in frustration. "She's awake!" she heard a call out from his post outside her room.
Suddenly a man dressed in formal wear came to her. "Hn." He checked her chart and noted that her name was Sakura. No last name, no medical information, nothing else noted other than her vitals and blood type. The man tried to make sense if she was a civilian or a ninja by sensing her chakra flow. He made a mental note that she had no outstanding chakra to even qualify her as a ninja in training. "How old are you?"
Sakura tensed at his icy tone but she reluctantly replied, "Four" She winced in pain when she spoke, but she braved it once more, "Where is my brother?"
"Safe." That was all he said. And with that, he walked out of the room. 'Safe' that word did not put Sakura at ease as she believed he was trying to do such.
Sakura sat up straight in her windowsill and willed the memory away. She was safe here, or at least that was what she told herself. In Suna, she was not. She had trained in secret with her brother and step siblings against their father's wishes. She had monstrous strength and had an extensive knowledge of healing jutsus, but to the rest of the village she was merely a civilian. She worked hard as a civilian nurse in Suna, but after she was… discovered, she liked to call it, she had to run. her family had hidden her within the walls of the Kage's palace in Suna in hopes she would be safe from people who wanted to harm Gaara. Now that her brother had become the Kazekage she knew she would be captured as a hostage sooner or later. In hopes to save her life, Gaara had moved her to Konoha under a new surname, Sakura Haruno.
And here she is, watching the sun rise, reliving her memories. She wanted nothing more than to forget her real parent's death and how the Sabaku family treated her compared to her brother. Especially now, she was nothing. That's not true, she was Sakura Haruno, daughter of Mebuki Haruno. Kizashi had died right after moving to Konoha, he was killed by an enemy ninja while fighting in battle during a mission. Not long after that she was discovered for her bloodline, not that Kizashi carried it, but that it accidentally came out when she was nursing some sick ninja and collapsed. When she had awoken in a hospital bed she could hear the whispers outside her room. She knew that they saw it. 'It' she reminded herself. She was a baby-maker. Not just any baby-maker, mind you, but she had a copious amount of chakra flowing threw her veins. If she bled, she would bleed chakra. It would make her invincible-if she were a ninja. It was something that can be passed down to your children. Never get hurt, never die… It was something all the powerful clans in Konoha wanted. But they never knew the price, she wouldn't die of injuries or disease but she would die young, her late 60's at most if she had few babies. Two- that was her limit if she wanted to live passed 70. But ff she were to have a child who became a ninja then they would be unstoppable. But, she was not a ninja herself, not a medical ninja or anything of the sort. She kept her chakra hidden to the absolute lowest it could go to appear to be a civilian. She couldn't be outed as a ninja, she knew her life would be in danger if she did.
The sun rose slowly and by the time the village was beginning to stir she knew she had stayed up too late.