In books and movies, it was often beneath cloud cover dashing across the moon, leaving pockets of light to skitter across the ground. And as much as the young medic-nin had cherished and pressed worn copies to her less than copious breasts as she breathed deeply in bed, reading by flashlight and beneath comforter, the night was nothing like her pre-teen self-had imagined. No racing heart fueled by love filled veins and nervous sweat slipping down the small of her back in rivets with excitement. Instead, she found herself sweating beneath a cloak crafter of wool, worn to prevent the cold wind snarling its way across the ground, trees, hissing and the sky was clear. Moonlight pouring over everything in the small meadow, leaving even the most blind of mammal free to observe its surroundings.
Revamp of my old Story You Must Choose My Little Blossom that I wrote back in 7th grade
Blinking as strands of hair covered her eyes she called out "I have come to accept your bargain" she cleared her throat afterwards. Social expectations caused her muscles to bunch, ready to run as a man stepped from the shadows. Cloak, black as an oil spill, decorated with clouds of red. Pulling down her hood the youngest Haruno lifted her chin in defiance, one of the deadliest men alive stood in front of her but by the Gods she refused to appear the simpering girl behind her mother's skirts. She sniffed as the night air caused her nose to run. Legs planted firmly she clasped her hands behind her back "You do remember the deal" it wasn't a question but rather a challenging statement.
To her credit, her voice remained steady, solid with assurance. It would do her little good to show fear in front of such a man. "I come with you and-"
"We stop hunting the Kyuubi boy" he interrupted, voice laced with impatience.
"Mn." She couldn't help the step she took back. Thigh muscles bunching. A hand was now extending towards her. Nails painted black, a heavy ring prevalent on one finger. He had large hands, no surprise for such a tall man. She wanted to withdraw but instead, she forced herself to take it and shook it robotically. Solidifying the agreement. She barely had time to grab the bag of belongings by her feet as he pulled her forward. She felt her hair rise as a rush of chakra rushed up around their feet, licking its way over her legs, belly, breasts and cheeks till it encompassed them like a tent. "Itachi Uchiha" she stated. As if reminding herself who she had just sold her soul to.
Glaring up she found herself immersed in onyx."Welcome to the Akatsuki Medic Kunoichi Sakura Haruno" cold, yet reaching baritone was lost amongst the hum of chakra. If anyone were to crest the hill peering into the meadow all they would be privy to was a slew of black feathers as if a murder of crows had just taken flight. They would have been wrong in both accounts, it was two shinobi, and it was Ravens.