A young girl no older then five skipped through the park. Though her eyes were open she wasn't aware of what was ahead of her, only where she was going. She had picked a batch of purple flowers she had found across the park. Now she was scampering to her mother to show her. She wore a bright green dress that accompanied her pink hair beautifully. Her smile cute as a five year-olds should be.

"Ufff," She grunted as she ran into something or rather someone. She looked up a boy maybe four years older at the most looked down at her and smirked. He picked her up by the collar, making her shriek and drop her flowers. "Stay out of my way you runt," He spat throwing her to the side. She fell into another body. She rubbed her arm and looked up. A boy her age, maybe a year older looked at her.

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered to him. He looked at her and stood up. He had raven black hair that was spiked up and wore a navy blue T-shirt with tan-brown kakis. He gave her a hand which she timidly accepted. He pulled her up, using the strength he had.

"Hi I'm Sasuke Uchiha, that's by brother Itachi don't mind him." Sasuke smiled at her. She looked into his misty black eyes that were smiling at her.

"I'm Sakura Haruno, do you want to be my friend?" She asked a whimper still in her voice. He took her hand and smiled.

"Sure I will, let's go play on the swing set over there," he pointed over to a red play set. The two youngsters start running towards it. Sakura hand a smile on her face as her feet carried her to the swings, each time hitting her butt as she ran. He made it to the swings before her, sticking his tongue out. She giggles and arrives second after, a smile prompt on her chubby face. She practically dived for the swing lower to the ground. She smiled and began to swing herself back and forth.

"Your brother's weird Sasuke-kun," She says as he pumps himself higher and higher on the swing next to her. He looks at her and smiles.

"I know, he is Sakura-Chan," he says smirking. "So how old are you?"

"I'm five years old. How old are you?"

"I'm six, so technically I should be calling you Sakura-Kouhai, like my mother told me I should." He laughed a little. She looked at him and pouted.

"No, don't call me that, everyone does! Call me Sakura-Chan, please," She pleads.

"Alright, but only for you," he smiles and jumps off the swing and lands on the sand. She smiles and drags her feet on the floor, making her slow down until she's at a halt. She stands up and runs over to him. She hugs him like a little kids does.

"Thank you, thank you thank you!" She squeals. "No one has ever called me that before," She lets go of him letting him breathe. He looks at her and shakes his head, imitating a bigger kid he had seen with his brother.

"You welcome?" He slightly asks. She smiles and started running towards the benches where her mother was.

"Mommy!" She yells loudly as she jumps into her "Mommy's" lap. "Look Mommy, I made a friend!" She says as Sasuke came in front of them.

"That's great honey," her mother says, "now go off and play."

"Ok," she jumps off her mother's lap. She runs over to Sasuke a cheek to cheek smile on her face.

"Get away from my brother you worthless piece of--!" She couldn't hear the last word Itachi said very well but knew very well it was a swear. He pushes her down, spits on her, and then walks over to Sasuke. "C'mon little brother!" He smirks.

"No!" Sasuke refuses.

"You want me to get mom." Itachi starts to walk towards the benches.

"I'll go," He says and starts walking.

"Good boy," The two brothers's walked away from Sakura. Sakura wiped the spit off her cheek and pushed herself into a sitting position. She had been used to this, she had, after what her father had done to her. She grabs the grass with her hand and stands up with help from her arm.

"Stupid," she mutters the word her father used to call her. She doesn't say much more as she walks over to the swing set again. She sits on one of the swings and pushed herself with her feet. Her head was filled with thoughts, thoughts a five year old girl shouldn't have, shouldn't even know. She shook her head, her pink hair getting tossed around her head. She dragged her feet in the sand, sighing she got up.

"Sakura, dear, we're going home!" she heard her Mother yell. She ran over, pretending nothing happened.

(A/N: Yes I'm going from 15 years old to eight years old. This story is going to be how it all lead up to the prologue and then on ward k.)