(A/N: Here's chapter two. It's mainly a short summarize history of Isana's early school life. Enjoy! This chapter has now been edited. It's a deeper insight into this story.

Beta'd by Awesome909!)

Strange Life

When Isana finally became aware of her surroundings, she was as happy as any child would be. She had a caring mother and a doting father. She was quiet compared to most babies her age, but she was also a little bit aware of the fact. However, to her, it wasn't such a big deal.

As soon as she began talking, her mom started teaching her the ABC's. For some unexplained reason, this baby's step of learning the alphabet started to annoy her. She couldn't put a finger on why though. It just did.

After her third birthday was when things took an astonishing turn in her life. As the violet rhombus formed on her forehead, weird images and visions began pouring inside her mind. She often times wondered if they were merely strange hallucinations.

Come on! A man with a strange hair color and people using magic and walking on water can't be real!

However, as much as Isana wanted to deny it, these fantasies felt so real, she could practically feel them, touch them, smell them, taste them.

It was after she turned four that Isana realized that she was…different.

Sakura Haruno… She was Sakura Haruno. At least, she used to be called Sakura Haruno. Now, she's Isana Blum.

But she knew in a past life… She knew she was someone special. She was Sakura Haruno, kunoichi of Konoha and former student of the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade Senju. Nevertheless, she died protecting Naruto from Madara, and here she was, reborn as a German girl named Isana Blum.

When Isana first regained her memory, she had to resist the urge to scream as a burning feeling punctured through her lower abdomen.

Once, she recovered all her memories though, Isana instantly realized how different this world was compared to her old one.

First off, there was no chakra! How was that possible?! The world revolves around chakra! It was the life force of all living things…! Or at least, it used to be.

Isana didn't know what to think of a world without chakra. It made her feel…vulnerable. To her, chakra was everything one needed to survive, grow, learn, and get stronger. She felt weak and pathetic, almost reminding her of her uselessness during her genin days.

Without chakra, her skills as a medic-nin and her enhanced strength were gone with absolutely no chance to recover them. She was just…an ordinary girl. A helpless and defenseless one at that.

Isana is just going to have to substitute and get her strength back in another way. Even if she can't explode the ground into a pile of dust with one punch, she'll learn this world's taijutsu and adapt, learning some self-defensive techniques. She refuses to remain weak and vulnerable!

Another issue she had was the language. From what she could process in her five years of life thus far, there are four or five different languages and this land is called Germany. She was quite at awe that so many people speak different languages and still understand each other, some even speak two or three.

The language that her mother taught was called German. The concept seemed simple enough to learn, considering her age and it's supposed to be her mother tongue, but it still felt weird.

For starters, her voice sounded different, shriller and more high pitched than what's she's used to. It wasn't as soft as it was before. But perhaps, it's because she's still young. She hasn't hit puberty yet, after all.

Another thing that awed her was the use of these fascinating vehicles called cars, which people use as transportation on the daily basis. Their design and mechanics were quite impressive, but also unnecessary. A ninja can run just as faster, if not faster than these cars. However, Isana also had to remember that this is a world without chakra and people had to substitute somehow.

Her parents weren't that impressive either. Her father worked as a carpenter, so he was out working for most of the day and coming back home late at night. Her mother used to work as a waitress at a local restaurant, but had to take some time off to give birth and raise her. Although, she plans to start working again once she starts school in the Fall.

Speaking off school, when her mother tried dressing her in a pretty pink dress and a headband of the same color adorning her head, she tried to adjust her bangs so that it was hiding her diamond shaped tattoo.

"There," she'll say. "Now, you won't have to worry about getting teased at school." She glanced worriedly at her forehead, and Isana instantly knew what she was referring to. To be honest, it was kind of annoying the way her mother was fussing over her appearance.

That's why on her first day off to school, she readjusted her bangs, so that they were framing her face, her forehead standing out proudly. She thought fondly as this situation felt familiar, remembering Ino's words of encouragement and advice on how the more she tries to hide her embarrassingly, large forehead, the more she'll get teased about it. Now, it seems her mother had taken her old role and she's taken Ino's.

When the other kids took notice of her enormous forehead and abnormal hair color, there were whispers going around the room. An annoyed glare was enough to shut them up. Isana knows that it may be a bit over the top for a seventeen-year-old kunoichi turned five years old girl such as herself to be irritated at their childish behavior, but she'll be damned if she'd repeat her childhood of getting bullied by immature kids all over again.

It didn't help much that she spent her recesses isolating herself from other the children, who were running around playing tag or swinging on the swing set. She used this time to train by punching a nearby tree in the playground and doing a set amount of pushups and sit ups.

Isana remembered when her teacher had a conference with her and her mother, voicing her concern about her lack of social behavior towards the other kids and if asking she's showing any signs of aggression in the house because she seems to spend her time punching trees until her knuckles bled.

Her mother asked her if she's having any problems at school that she would like to discuss, while gazing anxiously at her forehead and hair. Isana instantly knew that her mom was implying if she was getting bullied by the other children because of her slightly abnormal features.

Isana wanted to say she that she desired to train, to become stronger as soon as possible, but she knew her mother wouldn't understand. Her life as a former kunoichi of the Hidden Leaf Village seems like nothing more than a dark fairytale dream.

Instead, in response, she simply offered her mom a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, mom, everything's fine."

It was that day, during second grade of school, that the boys actively tried to harass her, trying to make her scream and cry and feel bad about her appearance. Pulling on her hair, claiming how weird it is to have shades of pink in her hair, taunting her about if she wanted to dye her hair, at least make it a better color than pink they exclaimed. One even dared to poke her forehead, yelling out an all too familiar insult.

"Billboard brow!"

"What weirdo has a forehead as big as yours?"

"Why is there a diamond marking on your forehead?" He flicked her forehead harshly, sneering at her in a haughty manner. "You think you're cool or something?"

"Bubblegum girl!"

That was the new nickname the other children started teasing her with.

It was an okay insult as she'll beat the boys into a bloody pulp in retaliation.

"Yeah, keep on making fun of me if you don't mind me kicking your butt in return, shannaro! And for your information, this is my natural hair color!" She had to keep herself from spewing out profanities.

After that incident, Isana regained a new nickname, 'the Pink Tempered Strawberry'. She mused at how fitting the nickname was for her.

Her mother gave a big scolding about her beat down on the boys and sending a couple of them to the nurse's office, stating almost angrily that she must apologize to them when she sees them at school the next day, declaring that she was lucky that she only received a week's worth of detention. She warned her not to do it again, or else she'll be punished very severely.

Isana replied, quite snappily, that they shouldn't have made fun of her appearance. In response, her mother told her if she had hidden her odd features in the first place, the boys wouldn't have picked on her.

The girl was appalled that her mother would suggest such a thing. So even she found her daughter's appearance bizarre and creepy.

She quietly offered a simple sorry for talking back to her, hoping to drop the argument before it became any worse.

It annoyed her at how babied the kids of this world were compared to her old one. The children training to be ninjas were required to solve most of them problems themselves. Of course, their parents could offer words of assurance and encouragement, but never actively get involved in their problems, because if they couldn't handle a couple of bullies, there's no way they'll fend off enemy ninjas without wetting themselves first.

It was times like this that she was starting to miss Naruto, Sasuke, Ino, Tsunade, Kakashi, and everyone else in Konoha. Man, she has never felt so homesick before!

(A/N: That's the end of the second chapter. I just wanted to give a short insight of Isana's early childhood. I was going to combine this with the other chapter, but decided to make them separate. One showing Sakura's rebirth as Isana Blum, and the other showing her childhood days. As for the next chapter, I don't know whether to show more of Isana's childhood or get onto the main plot. All I know is that the fourth or fifth chapter is when Johan and his sister Anna/Nina shows up to get treated at the Eisler Memorial Hospital and Isana is a fifteen-year-old student intern at the time. So, going by age, Isana is about eighteen years younger than Dr. Tenma and five years older than Johan and Nina, or more accurately four years and ten months older than them.

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