Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Sakura knows, the moment she turns two, that she is not normal.
There are flashes of memories she's never lived in her mind, things she's tasted on her tongue yet not, there are things she has done that haven't been done with her hands. Her mother is not her mother, her father is not her father, her friends are not her friends.
She is something that has existed, hasn't existed and yet exists now at the same time.
But, as she toddles towards her mother, frowning at the cooing and the way her father (or is it her father? Sakura isn't really sure who is who at the moment) quietly cheering her on behind her, she thinks that she really shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Another flash-fic cos they're my guilty pleasure. Enjoy! Hope you all like it :)
