I do not own Naruto.
Prologue
My name is Sakura Haruno, I'm 17 years old, 5"1 and have bright pink hair. That's right, pink hair. I'm in year 11 at Konoha High School, I don't speak to anyone and I don't have any friends. Well at least not at school. I was abandoned as a child and was adopted by a gang called Gemini. I was raised to sell weaponry, smuggle drugs, murder whoever crosses us, and fight to survive. My guardian is none other than the torture master Ibiki Morino who has trained me to be a silent killer, a ninja. I'm small. I'm quiet. I'm a killer. I'm the Gemini Bloody Blossom and no one knows it's me.
The name Gemini Bloody Blossom was given to me by a child when I was twelve. I messed up. My mission was to break into an enemy gangs warehouse and murder their leader Gatou, that was the easy part. I slit his throat seconds after breaking in. I was wearing my usual gear, tight black pants with built in kneepads, black combat boots, a tight black sleeveless shirt that has a built in mask that covers the lower half of my face with a red cherry blossom on the back, and a white wig with a Gemini forehead protector. I keep my knifes strapped to my forearms and ankles, my two short katana on my back and my two desert eagle handguns on my thighs. But their was a kid, he was around eight years old, I haven't killed a child before, I never will. So I let him live. I became the Gemini Bloody Blossom, and am feared to this day.
Gemini is at war. Only one Gang in the world is on par with us. The Akatsuki. And of course we're fighting for the same thing, power.