/AN: Rewrite of original two shot story, Shades of Red./
The delicate color of pink can only pale in comparison of the mighty and broad shades of brilliant red.
Mirrors can reveal truth beyond the human mind, or the guile of the the devil itself.
Red is the color of her hair, so to be more specific, a shade of red.
Pink.
Her namesake, Sakura, how ironic it is; that her hair color would match up with her name. Sakura chuckled softly, yes, dry humor it was.
Pale fingers rustled through the short, messy locks. A small, almost wistful smile coming up on her face.
Yes, indeed she missed her long hair. But Sakura was a kunoichi; a shinobi, and shinobi didn't worry about outward appearances. Yet, even if she was a shinobi, Sakura was 15; a mere teenager at the most. She ridiculed that weak adolescent spirit inside her, the one that wished she grow out her locks again, the one who wanted to wear dresses and sniff flowers. As much as she wished to bury the vermin away, she knew it was useless. Deep down, Sakura knew she would love to have that idealist dream handed to her, as much as she berated herself for it.
Green eyes stared into the mirror, almost wielding it to reveal someone different, someone stronger, but no. It was her own reflection that was given back to her.
Porcelain skin, jade green eyes, and that kami-forsaken pink hair.
Only when her fist smashes into the enchanting mirror is it that the spell breaks and Sakura is brought back to reality.
The mirror instantly shatters, spider webs and fissures of splintered glass spreading around the fixture. Her right hand twitches, small rivulets of scarlet trickling down the once perfect milky skin.
It is incomprehensible, when all her fury and sweat from years of training begins to bubble up from the depths of her mind. Frothing out of her essence.
All her toil and troubles, a quest to move forward.
Her own whispers of enouragement, once said long ago, begin to rise up again, swirling around her in a cloak of confidence.
Becoming a chant that reaches her lips.
It is with vengeance that she snarls at herself.
Pink is a shade of red.
Red is powerful.
Red is brilliant.
Red is mesmerizing.
And it is that what Sakura Haruno truly wishes to be.
And it is what she has already achieved.
