Sakura is the child that Mebuki and Kizashi have hoped for years and years. So it's understandable when Sakura quickly becomes their treasure. Their life, their pride, eveything.

She is such a miracle, a beautiful little angle, a godsend. They love her with all of their hot, bleeding heart. Her cotton pink hair, the button nose, small lips and clear, green eyes reflects things around her.

How can someone be so perfect, they don't know.

They are completely wrapped around her fingers, no complaint, of course.

Mebuki has been ready for several sleepless nights, ear-aches and different problems that comes when you have a newborn. However, to her relief, Sakura is a quiet baby. She never cries, and she means never. Quiet and still like a doll, an adorable baby doll, sometimes that they forget she even exists. Are all babies that weird?

They don't really know. And neither of them care about her oddities. They are busy with loving her and being thankful to the mighty God above who has given such a wonderful, delicate angel to them.

Sakura is their precious, and they will do anything to protect her.

Sakura stares at the mirror in front of her cradle, viewing the new appearance, for example, her hair.

Soft cotton pink fragments hugs her chubby face, easily recognized due to her pale skin. This body is weak and helpless and unreal, she isn't used to the warm liquid flows inside her body, the calming beating sound of an organ called heart or everything else belongs to a...human being. But all of her attention now is spending on the sheet of pink on her head.

Pink...

Pink...

Beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful, brilliant, magical Pink...

(Once, long, long time before, centuries and eons ago, White Pearl was Pink Pearl.

Once, she was Pink, and she was happy and lively and loud and cheerful and so full of colors.

But then she failed.

But then, she lost everything, because she wasn't good enough. Because she overstept her boundary. A Pearl is not a friend. A Pearl is only a servant.

A Pearl is nothing.

She was given away to White Diamond.

And she was only White from then on.)

How long has her been Pink? She don't remember...

No. Not her. It's her...but also not her.

...This is so confusing. Who is she? Is she still Pearl? Or does Pearl dissapear now, leaving only Sakura (Opal) behind?

Frustation fills her, which she learns is a result of overworking the baby's brain. Noisy sound threatens to escape her mouth, but she claims it shut.

Don't be loud. Stay quiet as a ghost. A dead gem.

Be good.

Fighting against the young human's instinct, Sakura looks back at the reflection. One hand reaches the left side of her face, where the eye is too pale and shiny for something made of flesh and blood.

But it's not an organ.

It's something she knows best, something she is no stranger to.

A gem. Not a Pearl. Too solid and rough to be a Pearl. An Opal, Sakura thinks, like the one that Pink Pearl has created with the defective Amethyst.

Has Pearl fused with this...newborn?

Oh Star... What will her Diamond think of her now? She will be so dissapointed and angry and mad an-

Those feelings cut down suddenly, like the Pearl side of Sakura has collected her emotion and back to be as robotic as she should be.

Well... The gem is still weird though. Shaped and looked like a normal eye, if not observe it very carefully, unlike the remarkable shiny stones back in the old world.

That's a good thing. The...humans maybe don't want such a gem like her, cracked and dull, so if she tries to be human...

They will love her still, right?

Sakura tries to touch her Opal gemstone, but the body is still not strong enough to complete that action. She lets her hand fall down while keeps listening to the kitchen tools stirring outside the room. A slow humming tune of the woman, easy, calming, warm, spicy smell kisses her nose... All is so comfortable that Sakura allows herself to relaxe and close her eyes in just a few minutes. The feelings of those one has created and love her so dearly stay close to her make Sakura, for a moment, happy.

(Why will they love a filthy gem like her?)

She was, and is still mourning for her beloved Diamond...

But now, after being created again and become something new...

She will fulfill her duty this time. She will be a good Opal. She will be a perfect daughter, a perfect child for her creator.

(Please don't let me go. Please... I will do anything...

Please...don't take away my freedom.)

She is happy with her life now. Her parents are merciful, wonderful and flawless.

She has to be graceful to have such great Masters.

Sakura pretends that she didn't hear the man's helpless whispers in the middle of pitch black night. The petty, pleading voice, begging for a trade so unfair, promises a price far too high and unreachable...

She pretends that she didn't see his tears or feel the large, skinny hand embraced her tightly, almost in a painful way, every night when the woman has fallen asleep.

She knows everything, but she speaks up nothing.

A good servant speaks only when they are odered to.

And she has to be a good servant. So that they won't hate her, despise her, kill her or worse...bleach her.

(She don't want to be White again.)

Yes. Sakura will be a good girl for her Masters.

(No. She doesn't want to be a slave. She wants to be free.)

Be normal and be human.