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Harry landed flat on his back with a thud. He grunted, having the air knocked out of his lungs when he landed.

Harry looked around; this time the world he was in had color. It looked colorful and cheerful, like the room of a young girl. He also noticed he was surrounded by flowers. They were mostly cosmos and other common flowers.

Pushing himself off the ground, Harry heard voices in front of him.

"Now what am I going to see this time?" Harry wondered as he walked towards the voices.

"Now, a kunoichi must be wise to all the skills of a male ninja, but they must be also familiar to feminine skills too. Knitting, sewing and flower arranging are necessary for kunoichis to pass as normal women on missions. Now, class, I want you all to go off to the field and gather flowers. You are dismissed!" Harry saw a woman with curly black hair and thick glasses say to a group of small girls gathered at her feet.

At the moment their teacher said they were dismissed, the class dispersed quickly to complete their assignment.

Harry saw a pink headed girl run off with a blonde to a far edge of the field. He followed quickly, thinking it must be Sakura, the only girl he knew with pink hair in his life.

He was right. An 8 year old Sakura with an 8 year old Ino sat in front of him giggling like the girls who asked him out at the Yule ball in his fourth year.

"How's this, Ino?" Sakura asked softly, holding up a terrible bouquet with no sense of color. "That's terrible, Sakura!" Ino scolded, discarding the bouquet. Harry inwardly slapped himself for agreeing with Ino, considering he liked Sakura better then the Barbie-doll look-alike.

"I guess I'm not good at flower arranging, Ino…" Sakura sighed, her head drooping. Harry gulped. He never knew Sakura could be so shy in the past, since he only knew the loud, proud and rowdy yet kind-hearted Sakura.

"Oh Sakura, don't always give up on things like this! Sure you're not good, but keep trying!" Ino said, poking Sakura.

"Flower arrangement is easy! It's all about the color. Like the cosmos, the Purple trousers flower accents it well. They go together. The cosmos acts as the center because it's the prettiest flower of all. But I think I'm prettier then the cosmos, don't you think?" Ino smiled, holding up the flower next to her face.

Sakura stared for a moment before answering. "Yeah, Ino, you are." Sakura finally answered. Ino frowned. "Why did you hesitate?" She asked, edging nearer to Sakura. "Ah…I don't know." Sakura smiled sheepishly.

Ino turned away from her and began to pick flowers. Harry watched as Sakura glumly picked a Purple trousers flower.

"Ino, if you're a cosmos, I guess I must be a Purple trousers flower." Sakura said softly. Ino snappishly turned around, a smirk on her face.

"Oh, I don't think you're a Purple Trousers flower. You're just a bud!"

Sakura looked up, astonished.

Harry was surprised too. He never expected an answer like that. He knelt down next to Sakura.

"But maybe, when you bloom, you might become an even prettier flower then the cosmos!" Ino smiled warmly at Sakura. Sakura looked like she was going to cry.

"T-thanks, Ino…" Sakura sniffed. "Why are you crying?" Ino asked, bewildered. "I-I just got sand in my eye, that's all!" Sakura answered.

"Oh."

Harry sat there, processing what Ino said in his head. He was touched by Ino's words. Those words must be what made Sakura herself today, Harry guessed.

Just then, a hole opened up, and Harry fell again.

"Did you have your fun, Potter?" Itachi's voice rang out in the complete darkness that surrounded Harry.

Harry growled angrily, but didn't answer.

"Want to see another?" Itachi asked again, but this time, didn't give time for Harry to answer…

This time, Harry landed on a bench. Harry let out a breath of relief; he was getting quite tired of falling flat on his back.

"Sakura, what are you doing here?" A deep, masculine voice asked.

Harry looked up to see Sasuke, hands in his pockets, staring down at some random rock on the ground.

"This road is the only road leading out of Konoha."

Harry turned to his left to see a silently crying Sakura.

"Go home and sleep, Sakura." Sasuke said, and started to walk away from her.

"Why…?" Sakura whispered, making Sasuke stop in his tracks.

"Why don't you tell me anything? You never told me anything, never!" Sakura cried out, her voice filled with anguish.

"Why do I have to?" Sasuke calmly asked. Sakura stopped, staring at him.

Then, she did something Harry totally did not expect; she smiled.

"Sasuke-kun, remember when we were first teammates? When everything started? At first, we didn't know each other, but then we did eventually. We became friends, remember? The time we had a picnic, the time we watched the stars..." Sakura said.

"No, I don't remember." Sasuke said, although Harry knew he did.

"We follow different paths." Sasuke continued, "Mine is different from yours and Naruto's. I can't stick here just to fool around. I need to get stronger. I need to get stronger then him."

"Sasuke-kun, I love you more then anything! More then friends, more then family! You said loneliness was terrible, remember? Sure I don't know how it feels to lose all your family, but if you go, it'll be the same to me! If you stay, I promise I'll make everyday more enjoyable! If you really have to go, then please take me with you! I won't be a hindrance for your goal!"

Sakura was shaking like a leaf now; tears were streaming nonstop out of her eyes.

Harry was quite disturbed about how much liquid was coming out of Sakura's eyes.

Sakura and Harry gasped. Sasuke had disappeared.

"Sakura…" Sasuke said.

Harry saw Sasuke behind Sakura.

"Thank you."

He hit the back of her neck and Sakura fell forward, whispering "Sa-su-ke kun" as she fell. Sasuke caught her and laid her gently on the bench Harry was sitting on.

Sasuke brushed a few pink hairs out of her face and whispered, "I won't forget."

Then, he started walking again.

Harry stared after his retreating back as he got out of the bench.

"I never knew you left your village, Sasuke…" Harry thought, looking at the Sakura on the bench. She was still crying.