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"No matter how much it would hurt me to see you, my most loved lost one, all that I wish is look into your eyes once again."
- anonymous
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Chapter one : The Reintroduction
Rain crashed down in an endless torrent; inky black enigma streaming into the gutted sewers of the nightscape. It was there, under the wrathful summer
storm that Haruno Sakura peacefully lingered; safe under a modest old overhang along a small, sleeping shoppe. Tilting her sweet face upwards, she savored the
humid rage that life had chosen to allot to her reality.
A screaming bolt of lightening cracked the sky, summoning a sore 'thump' from her heart. The tail end of the wild whip illuminating the newly acquired slash scar
resting across her delicate features and tickled at the secrets inhumed in the girl's chest. Saccharine memories fated never to be relived surfaced, white and hot.
...Home…always so sunny in Konoha…, ... friends…oh Naruto..., ... lo-
Lids lowering with a twinge, the forlorn child set her mouth in a grim line as she pushed her way under the adjoining canopies, straggling into a startling
scene.
A bustling marketplace suddenly appeared before her, utterly drenched in the molten orange incandescence of a multitude of paper lanterns; its greasy odor
of grilled meat tainting the clean scent of the downpour.
The one place in the world that would be filled with nightlife during the throes of a tempest – The Blood Mist
The teenage ninja gathered up her hooded white cloak around her shoulders in an effort to remain inconspicuous as she wove a path through the leering,
drunken men tumbling out of seedy taverns, the chattering, crushing mob and pushy vendors until she meandered to a stop at a dark corner between a sushi stand
and a hostel.
She waited.
Hours of darkness crawled past, the rain softening it's tempo on the prodigious overhangs pinned between the buildings lining the square. Just
as Sakura began believing she wasn't capable of withstanding the gamey stench of sweat and fish for another second, a figured emerged from out of the crowd.
Adorned in an official looking blue and cream haori, the Mist jounin stood a few yards away and warily extracted a scroll from his pack, "Permission to serve
as Especial Bodyguard in the employment of Mizukage-Sama, granted".
The lip of her hood hung low over head, darkening all her attributes save for the tip of the nose to the chin. Sakura parted her full lips thinly and offered him
a slight smile as she nimbly grasped the document between her fingertips, tossing it behind her into a backpack.
The jounin cleared his throat, "Thank you for your cooperation, now I have other… more pressing… matters that call for my attention."
With the polite tilt of Sakura's head, the go-between took off, melding once more into the crowd. Responding to the end of the meeting, she turned to make
a beeline for her dingy rental room, yet hesitated. More pressing? she pondered interestedly. He sounded very nervous, and the fact the he should have concealed his
business slipped even his trained shinobi mind . Burning with curiosity, her slim frame spun an easy one-eighty and hurried down the path the messenger had taken.
Of course, she reasoned gamely, I'll need to know all about Mizukage's affairs if-
"The shit, woman! I'm fuckin tired, where the hell are we going?!"
The kunoichi violently seized the collar of her cloak and staged a few phony coughs, ignoring the dubious glances from bystanders "We're just doing a little
very…very necessary investigating", she hissed pleadingly into her shirt. "I think there's someone important…" Trailing off, it dawned on her how silly she sounded.
Her mission was singular. Get in, lure, get the hell out.
A dinky purple antenna popped out from the neck of her clothing, "Someone... important?" A nasally voice added slyly, "…to you?"
A quick finger jab and an "Itta!" left Sakura alone in peace once more. What the hell does Mirazou know anyway? As if I'd be so pathetic as to cling to whispers and
mirages of a … previous feeli- life! life…that's what I meant… No, I'm was doing this because I'm a good shinobi, a smart shinobi, a dedica-
The chaotic ninja's breath was leeched out of her, mind grinding to a halt. For one arcing moment she could hear nothing and see nothing but a bundled
katana innocently leaning against a roughly hewn table.
Oh… no, no… that, I've seen that… I know! I know I've seen that before! Taking a shaky step forward, the poor girl was beaten to the object of her fascination by a
nondescript civilian who, with a seemingly mocking nonchalance, scooped up the sword and moseyed into an open walled hostel.
Heart clenching and thoroughly disgusted with herself, the teen whipped away from another disappointing scene. Always, it always turns out this way.
"Ah, sir! I watched this all night. Very fine blade you have there, please feel free to use the hammocks at your leisure!"
"…..Hn"
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Whew, well that was a sort of prologue for my first attempt at fanfiction 8D
If you think I should continue, I'd love it if you would review and tell me so. In turn, I'll add (a much longer) chapter two if you say so ASAP ;)
critiques are highly appreciated as well