Her hands are calloused now. They never used to be, but years of a ninja have shaped them in a way that not even copious amounts of pamper and care could not. She still moisturises them every day, even while on a mission, she still washes them with the right soaps to stop them drying out, but it doesn't work, and the callouses, almost like incriminating evidence, have not gone away.
She still knows herself, she has barely changed since hitting puberty years ago. She still has a small stature, soft and light curves, and very well toned legs, arms and stomach. It seems that the only part of herself she no longer knows is her hands. They were soft and supple, less than a year ago, baby smooth and just a little clumsy.
Now they're hard and brittle, more like men's hands than females, with age lines peppered all over them, and those damn callouses that don't seem to want to go away.
Sakura Haruno sighs, knowing that the next object to harden just might be her heart.
A/n: Sakura drabbleness. W00t!