Flower Girl- a young girl who precedes a bride, carrying or scattering flowers.

Standing before the elders in the pure white open temple decorated with masterful architect and granite, Mebuki stood resilient against those who opposed her and her child. She wore a pristine white dress that hung loose against her body but fit her frame so well, reaching her ankles. She blended in with her surroundings wearing an equally piercing white cloak that lay secure on her shoulders as the aggravated winds whipped it around her shoulders. Her short blonde hair was parted to the side while the rest of her mane was slicked back staying in place with ease. She held her babe close, securing the cloth under her resting child's chin, ensuring that she stayed warm in the cool environment. The small baby in Mebuki's arms grinned sleepily as she clenched onto her mother's chest. Mebuki stared silently at the elders, waiting for them to reprimand her.

The elders sat behind a raise slab of stone so that they were staring down at her. They all shared the same monotonous yet stern expression as they stared at the woman below them. Mebuki could clearly see the judgement and disdain for her but she wasn't bothered by it. They could all burn in hell for all she cared.

One of the elders, the only female known only as Koharu Utatane, moved her old yet steady and lithe hand and gestured to the baby in Mebuki's arms.

"You're child is a danger to us all, Mebuki. We must send her to Yomi-no-kuni. There we will be safe from the danger the child can put us in." The old woman said in a calculating tone. Mebuki held her baby tighter.

"She's just a babe- no more than a few months. She needs her mother." Mebuki replied. Though her face didn't show it, she began to become nervous as her heart picked up speed. Chills went down her spine though it wasn't from the cold of the high winds whipping around them.

"Were you not aware of the consequences that would occur when you became promiscuous." Koharu chided calmly. Mebuki bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a snide remark. "Your foolish actions have brought you to where you are now. A child without her father and a mother without her child." Those words stung Mebuki for a moment before the depth of Koharu's words sunk in. They were really going to take her precious child and that alone made her heart beat erratically. The mother tried to reason with them.

"She doesn't understand what she is yet. And I can teach her. Why condemn her before she's even had a chance to live?" Mebuki voice was strong not betraying how she truly felt inside. Scared.

"As stated before, your actions have brought upon these consequences." Homura Mitokado spoke now, his voice strong, resounding.

"But-" Mebuki tried again to reason with them, taking a step forward.

"There is no reason to argue. Give us the child, Mebuki. It is better this way." Danzo Shimura glared at Mebuki with his single brown eye causing her to take a step back. His voice was cold and calloused as the winds seemed to pick up as he spoke. It was silent now, save for the winds whistling in their ears.

Mebuki fought with herself. She knew that this was her fault to begin with. If she had just stayed away then this would have never happened. She looked down at her daughter. Her baby's beautiful sea green eyes stared back at her quietly. Her pink tuft of hair laid tussled under the swaddling cloth covering her head. Her small pink lips wrapped around her left finger and the right of her hand clenching onto the material of Mebuki's gown. But had she stayed away, she would have never had such precious proof of her love for that man. She would never and could never regret that faithful night that she lay with him and produced this child of hers. She refused to stand by and passively let them take her daughter. With resolve, Mebuki stared at the elders with defiance in her forest green eyes causing them to glare back at her, expecting her defiance.

"...no.."

"Take her." Homura said swiftly with a raise of his hand.

Suddenly three men with masks sporting grey armor and black underclothes, appeared in a cloud of gave her no chance to run as two of the men grabbed Mebuki by the arms causing her to struggle against them while the third one took the baby from her arms. The babe began to wail at having been taken from her mother's arms as the man walked towards the raised rectangular slab.

"Unhand me! Give me my child!" Mebuki watched as the elders made their way down to the ground from their high perch."No! You can't take her!" Mebuki screamed as she continued to struggle against the two men.

"You've brought this upon yourself. Remember that." Danzo chastised as the masked man handed the baby to Koharu.

"No! Please! Don't do this!" Mebuki felt pure dread fall into the pit of her stomach as she realized her baby was really being taken from her. She kicked her feet up and tried pulling away even more from her human restraints as she watched her baby in the arms of the old woman.

"This is for our safety, Mebuki. You'll understand one day." Homura called out to the desperate mother over the wailing as they turned their backs to her.

"Sakura!" Mebuki shrilled. "My baby! SAKURA!"

"Sakura, we've been through this. It's just a dream." Ino said as she applied her make up in the mirror of her best friend's vanity.

"No..it's not. It felt so real!" Sakura paced back and forth in her room, her long pink hair flowing behind her in the small breeze she made with her body as she looked down at the carpeted floor frustrated. "Like it actually happened."

"It's probably just your subconscious playing tricks on you, Sakura." Ino tried to reason as she applied a layer of mascara on her lashes. "I mean, everyone dreams and I believe that sometimes dreams start to feel real but the more you dwell on things the more it takes hold of you and manifests itself...especially in dreams."

"So you're saying I should give up." Sakura stopped her pacing and crossed her arms as she faced Ino, furrowing her brow. She wasn't asking.

Ino paused in her application of red lipstick and stared at Sakura in the mirror.

"No I'm saying you've been looking for years and you're no closer to finding the answers that you want than when you first started asking questions." Ino finished applying the lipstick with a hint of irritation. She leaned back, puckering her lips as she stood up to face her equally irritated best friend. "If you want to waste you're life looking for something you're never gonna find then that's on you but I'd rather spend my time with people who I know exist and care about me. Maybe that's something you should dwell on too." Ino walked passed her with Sakura following her with her gaze and picked up her heeled boots. She sat down on Sakura's bed and slipped her petite feet into them, zipping up the sides.

"Ino I really do appreciate what you're trying to say but this more than just a fixation..." Sakura turned away from her and took her place at the vanity where Ino had just been. She rested her elbows on the surface and used her one hand to prop her head up and the other to tap on the surface with her manicured hands in irritation.

"You're right it's an obsession." Ino stood and grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the chair Sakura sat in before turning back around. Sakura spun around into a standing position, offended, and neared her best friend as the blonde turned to face her as she slipped her pale arms through the sleeves of the jacket.

"Ino this about my identity, who I am, where I come from." Sakura expressed with hand on her chest.

"Sakura I know who you are and you know who you are too." Ino placed her hands on Sakura's shoulder. " You have more important things to worry about like...the party that's going on tonight for example." Ino said cheekily.

"I'm not going to any party tonight. I have important things to do like figure out who I really am." Sakura brushed Ino off and picked up some stacks of paper on the floor that held potential information that could help her in her quest. She walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where her desk sat against a far wall and placed the papers neatly on the desk. Ino whined behind her.

"Come on, there's literally nothing here that you can't put off until tomorrow." Ino raised her hands and dropped them carelessly at her side. "You don't have any leads, or any information for that matter, other than what that old geezer told when you were a child at the orphanage." Sakura made the effort to pass by Ino, mentally disregarding her words, when the blond stopped her by her wrist. "Go be 18 for once. Please..."

Sakura stared at her friend's pleading baby blue eyes and against her better judgement said:

"Fine..fine we'll go to the party."

"Yes!" Ino jumped excitedly as she released Sakura.

Sakura grabbed her jacket and opened the front door of her apartment, letting Ino step out first. They made their way out into the street, prepared to walked the few blocks to the venue of the party.

"Where is it anyway?" Sakura asked as she busied herself with notifications on her phone.

"At Kiba's house."

"Kiba's?" Sakura looked at Ino with a cocked brow of confusion. "Yeah he definitely didn't tell me anything."

"Uh no actually he did. You were just too preoccupied with something to hear him." Ino stated matter-of-factly. Sakura remained silent, pushing her phone back into her pocket.

Within moments, the two girls made it to the outside of Kiba's apartment where they saw people mingling outside and heard loud music reverberating through the building. Sakura was about to walk in when Ino stopped her.

"Sakura let's just have a lot of fun tonight, okay? Forget about you're needless obsession. You're boyfriend is here, there's lots of people, lots of music, lots of fun. That's what you need." Sakura nodded.

"Okay I hear you." She replied taking in consideration Ino's words.

"Alright, now let's get wasted." Ino hollered. The blonde pulled the pinkette along, with excitement in her bones.

The music was much much louder in Kiba's spacious living room. It was dark but multicolored strobe lights illuminated the open space. It smelled of sex, alcohol, and drugs as the two girls watched as people who weren't completely in their right mind danced around sensually. Ino having spotted her longtime boyfriend, Shikamaru, grabbed drinks from a passing party-goer and handed one cup to Sakura, ignoring the profanity that came from the other person's mouth as they walked back to retrieve more drinks.

"Here take this and go bat shit crazy. I have a little dancing date with my man." Ino yelled over the music so Sakura could hear her. Ino shuffled over to Shikamaru, leaving Sakura to her own devices.

Sakura sipped from her cup as she shimmied between couples, across the room over to the staircase. She sat high enough that could see pretty much everyone in the room. Surveying the drunkenness of them all as she sipped on her own beverage, her eyes scanning the crowd, not looking for anyone in particular, not even for her boyfriend. Her body bounced with the music as she felt the affects of the alcohol slowly taking control of her body. She felt the vibration of the music, making her feel relaxed. She closed her eyes and swayed over to the music for a moment. She opened her eyes and some how her orbs landed on black.

All the way across the room near the bar were black eyes staring at her intently. The connection of their eyes seemed like an accident, like it just happened that they both stared at each other at the same time without thinking but Sakura had this feeling that she was being stared at for a while by those eyes. They were so familiar but the pinkette couldn't imagine where she'd seen them before. Sakura scanned the owner of those piercing obsidian eyes. He seem extremely pale even though it was hard to tell his true complexion in the poorly lit room. His jawline was chiseled and hard against his slim face that was framed by his dark gravity-defying hair while his lips were now pressed into a thin line. His face was partially hidden by the cup that had now hidden his lips behind it. Sakura used her eyes to looked as his hands and up his muscular arm that hid under his tight black shirt. Though she couldn't see details due to the lighting and the amount of people between them, she could tell that he was built, like he had some type of special training. Sakura moved her sea green eyes back up to his face. He was still staring at her. She knew him but she really couldn't place from where. His name was on the tip of her tongue but it just wouldn't empty itself from her mouth. While Sakura's mind tried to recover the name, she almost felt naked under his gaze, like he was slowly undressing her with his eyes. An electric shock ran down her spine. She couldn't tear eyes away.

Thank fully Kiba helped her do it. The tall young man blocked her view of the mysterious obsidian-eyed man from causing her to look up. Kiba gave a toothy grin as he kissed her on the forehead and helped her stand. He lead her all the way up the stairs to his room. He let Sakura in first before entering and closing the door behind him. Sakura turned around to face him. He took one long stride, closing the space between them.

"I missed you." He whispered in her ear.

"I'm pretty sure you saw me yesterday." Sakura wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him towards her as she looked over his shoulder at the closed door where the other man she had been staring at was just beyond the threshold and down the stairs. Sakura ignored the thought of the mysterious person when Kiba pulled back and placed his hands on his girlfriend's hips with a frown.

"Actually I saw you last week. You know when I was telling you about the party but you were too busy obsessing over your stupid family thing." He rolled his eyes.

"Stupid? Really?" Sakura unwrapped herself from Kiba instantly. "I knew I shouldn't have come." Sakura forcefully handed her cup to Kiba, making the contents splash around and brushed passed him towards the door. Kiba inwardly cursed at himself for his choice of words as he place the cup down on his end table next to his bed and grabbed Sakura by the arm, stopping her.

"No wait... I didn't mean it. I just mean that I miss spending time with you is all." Kiba pulled Sakura closer to him but she looked away with obvious hurt." And I know how much it means to you, I just wish that it didn't cut into our relationship sometimes ,you know."

Sakura looked at her Kiba in understanding and sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to neglect you. I just...it's really important to me." Sakura played with the collar of Kiba's shirt, finding it more interesting for the moment.

"I know, I know. You don't have to explain that to me." Kiba reassured as he ran his hand through her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll try harder, okay? As long as you forgive me for neglecting you." Sakura promised as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"hmm..mm-mm." Kiba sounded as he raised his head so he was looking down his nose at her.

"Please?" Sakura gave a puppy dog face, dropping her chin to her chest and looking up at him.

"mmm...only if you make it up to me."

"I think I know how.." Sakura smiled with coy as she snaked her arms back around his neck and nestled closer to him.

"Oh yeah?" Kiba, picking up on the invitation, lifted Sakura's legs around himself and walked over to the bed. He laid her down, his hands on either side of her head, smirking down her.

"Yeah." Sakura pulled Kiba down by his shirt, both ignoring the fact that there was a party still in session just beyond the bedroom door.

"Good morning." Kiba crawled into bed beside is sleepy lover, admiring how the sun shining through his window doused her in its golden rays. He kissed her shoulder then made his way to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. He began to suck on her soft skin, teasing her just a bit with his hand by lightly skimming her naked body, from her chest and down passed her naval towards her womanhood. Sakura turned over so that her front was now pressed against Kiba's and he took that as an opportunity to grab her rear and pull her as close as possible.

"mm." Sakura sounded contently as she nuzzled the skin of his neck with her nose.

"I made you breakfast." Kiba murmured in her ear as he skimmed her back against his fingers.

"mm thank you." Sakura raised her leg on top of his, intertwining their legs together. They stayed like that for a moment before Kiba kissed her lips and exited the bed again to get dressed. Sakura sat up slowly and reached for the tray of food on the end table that had been prepared for her. She started with the butter covered bread, taking a significant bite out of it. A flash of the mysterious onyx-eyed man she saw from last night came to her mind. She glanced at Kiba. Maybe he would know who she was thinking about.

"I was thinking.." Sakura started. "Well I saw this guy at the party last light and I think I know who he is. I just can't remember his name."

"Why, are you losing interest in me?" Kiba joked as he slipped on some sweatpants, the muscles in his back rippling from his movements.

"Of course not. You'll always be my one and only. But I just can't remember his name. It's on the tip of my tongue." Sakura said, the last part more to herself than him. Sakura finished her piece of bread before starting on her eggs.

"Describe him." Kiba indulged of her, turning part of his body towards her.

"Okay well, he's tall. Uh skinny but has quite a bit of muscle on him." Sakura took a fork full of eggs.

"That's pretty vague. At this point you could be talking about any guy in the city." Kiba chuckled. Sakura tried again after sipping on her orange juice.

"Alright well he has really dark eyes, pretty much black actually. He has pale skin and his hair kind of looks like a chicken's ass-"

"Sasuke? Sasuke Uchiha?" Kiba questioned, catching on to the person his girlfriend was describing. " How can you forget him?"

"I didn't forget him." Sakura defended. "I just forgot his name. I know who he is at least." Sakura took another fork full of eggs.

"Yeah but forgetting his name is like forgetting to breathe, it just doesn't happen. His whole family runs this place." Kiba explained.

Then it dawned on Sakura. "The Uchihas are in charge of the police department for the entire city right?"

"Yeah..." Kiba, already seeing where this was going, answered suspiciously.

"Maybe he can help me find my parents." Sakura murmured to herself but Kiba still heard her.

"Sakura seriously. You said this wouldn't cut into our relationship." Kiba lightly chided, reminding her of the promise she had made the night before.

"And it won't. I promise. I just think that he'll be a good asset in helping me put this entire thing to rest." Sakura raised her hands defensively as she chewed on the food from her plate.

"Oh yeah?" Kiba crawled back onto the bed and removed the tray from Sakura's lap causing her to stare at him with a quirked brow.

"Yeah.." She said, swallowing what was in her mouth.

"Why don't I put you to rest." Kiba smirked as he pounced on her.

"Ah!" Sakura giggled as she wrapped herself around Kiba as he began kissing her neck eliciting a moan from her lips.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a figure on the rooftop cloaked in black watched for a few moments before jumping from their perch into an alleyway and disappearing into the shadows.

"He's coming."