"Trust me, Sakura." He insisted, holding out both his hands to her. The four year old stared at them cautiously, as though they, like her father's, would suddenly grow snakes and bite.
"Do you promise it will be fun?" The little black haired girl held her own hands close to her body, fretting like an older woman, and Kabuto sighed.
"Yes Sakura. I promise." Then she smiled, an innocent smile that Kabuto couldn't have known he would treasure for the rest of his life. But did anyway.
"Okay! Then I'll let you spin me!"