Alrighty folks. Shites a changing. And by shite I mean this story. It had a weak plot but then I really sat on it and thought and now it's completely being redone. Letters in bold indicate REVISED chapters. New chapters will be coming out in rapid succession. Thankyou for being patient with me and let me know what you think. It really does make my day.

The bright spring sun lazily warmed Sakuras back as she collected herbs in the fields. About six months ago Tsunade had sent her into the mountains to study under the sacred herbalist Yukiyo, just as she had as a was... interesting to say the least. She didn't talk often, but when she did it was usually to poke fun at Sakuras chest size and 'unsavory' hair color.

The only reason Sakura was in the sweet smelling field in the first place, was because the old woman had aggressively insisted that there was an herb to help 'soften the womanly figure' down in the fields. Then she'd roughly picked her up and tossed her off the side of the mountain into the fields below, flinging down a basket in her wake that narrowly missed her face.

Sakura sighed deeply. In the few months that she'd been here she'd done very little healing.

Or learning for that matter. All the old lady was really concerned about was maintaining her spotless cottage, and keeping debris off the field.

On the bright side the field was beautiful. More beautiful than most of the things she'd ever seen in her life, being filled with rare vibrant colors and exotic smells. Even with the amount of time she'd spent here she had yet to learn what all of them were. The mystery was intoxicating and she reveled in it.

Sakura stood and stretched deeply, enjoying the warm weather, pink shirt flapping gently in the breeze. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she smiled up at the cloudless sky. When she looked up into the endless blue abyss she felt truly at peace.

Then she frowned.

Yukiyo was perched on top of the ledge pointing down at Sakura, then cupping her breasts in one extremely obvious and unnecessary motion. Then the old woman pulled down her lower lid and stuck her tongue out at her.

"Cha!" She growled under her breath, clutching a fist to her chest. If she didn't know any better, she'd think that Tsunade sent her here to babysit the woman. Or worse.

Entertain her.

She lightly shuddered. Little did she know that this would be the least of her problems...