The sun shone over the peak of the mountains. Light spilling down onto the forest bellow. Through the dense vegetation lies a grand mansion. The sun made it's way through the trees surrounding the clearing and peaked through the top window on the top floor illuminating a ivory toned face of a young woman of 18.

She slowly opened her eyes and pulled back the covers. She swung her legs over the side of the bed slipping them into a pair of black slippers. She proceeded to her wardrobe letting out a small muffled yawn.

'Today it's the day I go back home'

She picked out a one piece leather ninja out fit and a pair of black sandals. She laid them onto the counter. Picking up her tooth brush and paste she began brushing her teeth. As fallowed she brushed her flowing pink hair and braided it in the back. She got dressed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Everything seamed to be in order, than she realized she did not have her mask with her.

She made her way out of the bathroom. As she did her emerald green eyes searched the room in an attempt to find it, also searching her memory to try and remember where she had placed it last. She moved toward her dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer to revile a snow white mask with two slits for eyes, a read swirl coming from the top to curve under the right eye. The forehead of the mask was engraved with the symbol of Konaha. Her home which she would return to that day.

She picked up the mask and placed it on the top of the dresser, reaching back into the drawer to pull out a black wig and began to put it on. She new that her pink hair would give away her position in battle and revile her identity to the ones she left behind in Konaha if they met face to face.

She picked up the mask and headed out the door, down the stairs, and in to the dining hall.

She walked down the long corridor to reach her seat at the overly large table. Along the way she received muffled greetings from some and more enthusiastic ones from others. She simply nodded at this.

She took her seat at the end of the table beside her sensei and across from her brother Sia.

"Good morning sis" he said with a large smile.

"Good morning Sakura" said Scarlet.

"Morning Sia-kun, morning Scarlet-Sensei" she replied.

As usual she did not eat for her body no longer required nurturance.

"Scarlet-sensei when do we leave?"

"Sakura you surprise me I thought you were are happy to be away from Konaha".

"My hands have been tainted with the blood of others, I have trained for five years to obtain the suppressed power of my bloodline and concurred it ad am ready to go home for a visit as the least".

"Yes I know, and you of all people deserve it. We leave once everyone who needs to eat finishes".

The group of missing ninjas headed left the mansion and headed out in the direction of Konaha. Once they left the mansion disappeared and was replaced with a group of trees. People who come across it call it the phantom mansion.

They all jumped from tree to tree swiftly without making a sound they would try to cover as much ground as possible for Konaha was a great distance away.

After some time the mountains were no longer visible so they stopped at a large spring. They would rest here for an hour and then continue on.

Sakura walked over to the edge of the water, and bent down. She lifted her mask just enough so that she could drink the water from her cupped hands. Her brother approached from behind placing a hand on her shoulder, bent down and fallowed her lead. They both silently agreed that the water was quite refreshing.

Sia wondered off to a near by tree and leaned upon it for support and fell into a dreamless sleep. Sakura on the other hand was too anxious to sleep.

'What will they think of me now? What if they hate or fear what I have become?

' So what if you've become the bringer of death, you are also the bringer of life. Do not be ashamed of what and who you are' Inner Sakura's efforts to help the matter were of no use. Her voice had fallen on deaf ears. Sakura refused to lessen.

She rested her chin on her knees and her eyes narrowed a lone tear squeezed its way out of the corner of her eye, and rolled down her cheek. Shocked at this her hand immediately shot up to wipe the tear away. She had not cried in so long. It was at times like these where she wished she could rip her skin off.

'I no longer feel any physical pain but no matter how hard I try I can not rid my self of this pain and longing in my heart or my other emotions although I hide them well'. Her head rested now on her knees hidden by her arms. She closed her eyes and pictures flashed in her mind, pictures of the boy who left her broken so long ago.

'Sasuke'