I remember very little about my family before her arrival. That, and all the events that followed, I remember as clearly as the training that we did yesterday.
I was young when she arrived at the Uchiha Compound, about ten I guess. I had been sleeping soundly in my soft bed, the blue silk sheets around me like a cocoon, protecting me from the coldness of nighttime. However, my eyes had shot opened faster then a trained ANBU's would have when I began to hear the voices of my family members. Some of them I could place. Okaa-san's, Otou-san's, Nii-san's, and several others that belonged to my other relatives. There were a few voices that I could not place. Two men, who sounded professional and strict, and one girl's, she sounded...hurt, like the night had not been her friend.
I rushed to my door and pressed my ear against the cold wood. I could hear crying. No. No. Sobbing. The voice of the unknown girl. I tried harder, pushing my ear so hard against the uninviting wood that it throbbed with pain. I could distinguish the recognizable voices very clearly now. My mother was speaking to the crying girl.
"Hush, hush now baby girl." My mother cooed softly, her voice gentle among the stern voices of my father and the rest of the Uchiha men. The girl wailed louder.
"Okaa-san, let me take her to her chambers." My brother's voice. For a moment I was startled, my brother never offered to do anything for anyone else, but then a calm feeling settled into my heart. He probably didn't want to listen to the conversation that my father found himself in.
After the girl left, things began to get quieter, and soon I found that I could not hear anything at all. The excitement evaporated and all was silent once again. With a great sigh I made my way slowly to my feather soft bed. I lay motionless for some time, I was trying my very hardest to sleep, but the young girl's wailing rang around in my head, and I found that I couldn't sleep. What had made her so upset?
The next morning my mother entered my room, which was an unusual but not unwelcome surprise. With a sad face she motioned for me to sit next to her on the bed. I sat quietly swinging my feet out of boredom. Finally my Okaa-san spoke with a thick voice.
"We have a guest Sasuke-chan." For a moment that was all she said. It seemed that it was all she could bear to say, clearly the girl had saddened her a great deal.
"Hai? What about it?" I inquired, wanting to know all the details of last nights activities. My mom regarded me with soft eyes.
"She is in a great deal of pain and I expect you to be kind to her. Itachi-chan has been given the task of watching over her, but I want you to behave too." Her eyes clashed with mine, and I knew not to press the matter anymore. With a gentle pat and small smile, Okaa-san stood up and made her way out of my room.
Instantly I pulled on my clothes and raced out the door. I ran full speed toward the kitchen. I figured that the crying girl would most likely be helping my mama cook breakfast, and I was eager to meet her.
I rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen. My father sat at the head of the table, as always, reading the paper. Mother had her back turned to me and was fixing our morning meal. Then, I saw her. She was sitting at the table, animatedly conversing with my brother while he listened silently to her. For a moment I was shocked. She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. Her waist length pink hair framed her beautiful face. She was on the shorter side, but had the body of the beautiful women who my mother called "whores". It was her eyes that startled me though, for they were the most vibrant and memorizing emerald eyes that I had ever seen.
"H-hello." I managed to stutter. The girl turned to me and smiled. My breathe hitched in my throat, and I ignored the glare Itachi directed at me. All that mattered was that she was smiling at me. Slowly, she walked toward me, smile never leaving her face.
"My name is Sakura Haruno. It's a pleasure to meet you."
There was no way I could have known all the things that she would cause. All the broad smiles and flushed faces. There was also no way that I could have foreseen the darkness she would bring, the blood shed she would cause. Oh, how I wish to return to the time when life was sweet and I was innocent. Unfortunately, things can never be the same again.