I don't own Naruto!! If I did, I'd be very very very rich.
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"You have very pretty hair..." a passerby pointed, blushing.
Sakura involuntarily brushed a hand through her hair.
"Thank you." She smiled.

Sakura strolled down the streets of Konoha for the last time. It was a brilliant Sunday afternoon, with barely any clouds overhead. The wind was tossing and turning leaves in a playful tussle. She expected to hear Naruto training in the forest nearby, but he was already on his journey with Jiraiya. The scene was perfect: the beautiful sky, the birds were singing, and the air had a lovely mix of ashes.

The Chunnin there were heaving large amounts of water over the fire. Those who did not know any water techniques were practicing their chakra control by carrying enormous pots of water to and from the well. The crowd stood by as amazed spectators in a play, ready to applaud the heroes or weep at unexpected losses. Sakura pushed and shoved through these people. Angry mutterings and curses became apparent, but her ears didn't seem to function as it should be.

The heat radiating from the house was intense; she could hardly breathe from the pressure around her, and the smog made it near suffocating. Her chest was on fire as well, and as Sakura fought to maintain even breaths, the adrenaline surging through her screamed hyperventilation. Upon seeing Sakura amongst the crowd, the medical ninjas began to speed up their work, until she caught sight of them. Shaking, she rushed towards the ambulance and tore the shroud that tried so hard to protect its person from the fire. Or from prying eyes. Flesh had been burned. The skin was charred. And the bed itself had a tint of yellow where the fat had melted off the body in disgust. Sakura's mother was in a rigid position, joints refusing to bend back into normalcy. In her left hand was a blackened key, that was pushed into the air as if it was freed from some long dreary purgatory.

"Haruno Sakura."
Sakura opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light. Around her bed was Tsunade, Shizune, and an old man who she was sure that she had never met. Even so, she felt obligated to hate him.
"Haruno Sakura," the man repeated, shifting his gown to lean forward and see his cornered prey easier. "I am a representative of the feudal lord from the Country of Light," (He straightened up as he said this, trying to appear taller) "And I believe you are the daughter of two prisoners we have been trying to capture for decades."