Disappearing Into The Mist

by Ieya

This is a little look at something new I'm giving a shot to. What happens when the Naruto world isnt the same, what happens when Sakura isnt the same, well you'll just have to wait and see.

The wind blew around her as she said goodbye to the place where she grew up. She'd come back someday, she knew, but for now she needed to go. There wasn't anything for her here anymore. Bowing to the gates she turned and disappeared into the mist.

She'd walked for days; she was just so broken, sometimes. She hadn't eaten for two days, and she hadn't slept for three, but for the first time in weeks, she smiled, she was free. She slowed to a stop for a moment to look at the sky; a sudden gust of wind threw back her hood to play with her long pink hair. For a moment, she closed her viridian eyes, and just breathed. This was the place, she thought, its perfect. Taking off her bag, she sat it on the ground and began to unpack. She'd camp here for awhile, and move on if anyone was close to find her. Finding the perfect tree, she set about building herself a tree house. On her way to get sticks she found a small pond just twenty feet from her tree. Setting down her pile of sticks she took some time to just enjoy the cool pond water. Lifting her head back into the wind, she began to think about the events that had brought her to this place.

FlashBack

An eleven year old Sakura walked through the door of her childhood home, intent on seeing her parents for the first time in two months. As she walked through the door though, her keen senses picked up a smell that hadn't been there that morning. It was the distinct smell of decay, and it was penetrating every poor inside of her house. As she walked around she couldn't seem to find where the smell was coming from, but as she got closer to her kitchen she knew. Opening the door, the first thing she saw were the bodies of her parents spread across the floor. On the counter covered in blood, there laid a note. It said "Sakura, I hope you like my gift for you. I'm sure you do, after all you knew red was my favorite color. We will see each other soon my little bloody cherry blossom." Oh yes, Sakura knew who it was from, it was Orochimaru. It was always Orochimaru, and to think he'd once been such a good friend of the family. Sakura had never been very close to her parents, actually, her parents didn't like her much, but they were blood, and she respected that. Smiling grimly, Sakura grabbed her bag off the floor and walked towards the hokage tower.