I was only 8 when it happend, I was to young to understand much; but I did understand kindness.
When the village was invaded and many of my loved ones were killed, either by rouge ninja or those caught in the crossfires of the fights. It was not my fellow classmates, my already family nor my teachers, that showed me that kindness.
It was a man that I did not full understand my self; Itachi Uchiha. At the time I reconized the last name, but thought nothing of it. He found me half dead with a sword in my shoulder and blood maddend in my bubble gum locks. I saw him through a tear hazed screen; he looked that of a fallen angel. His skin glowed in the midday sun and the hair that excaped the grasp of his hair bond was soft against my skin. I felt his soft, yet strong hands wrap around me, they were cold. As always. He lifted me with such gentleness, that in my pain consumed mind, I was floating. on what I can only descripe as a , floating on a cloud. Before I lost my self to sleep, I heard his voice light aginst my ears.
"What is your name. child?" he layed my head in the place where his shoulder meet his neck. "S-Sakura" I grunted out bearly able to speak. My world began to fade when I heard him say "like a cherry tree...beautiful."
Then black.
