It was a quiet day in Konoha as a young pink haired ninja seemed to sit by her lonesome on a bench in the village. The sun was shining, but barely. The wind was blowing but not passionately. Everything that once seemed to contain a speck of life was losing it's luster gradually, or so it seemed. Luckily, the plants were still alive, they weren't dying. That was the only thing that seemed to put a smile on this young ninjas face. Everything else just made her sigh or frown.
She had been alone since they attacked. The rogue ninja broke into the village, stealing hostages, money, weapons, food, anything and everything you could think. They even killed the guards and some ninja that were, in their own righteous causes, trying to protect the village and what did it cost them? Not a dime or a cent, nothing but their life. Their life is something great to pay for some process so shallow as robbing a village. That makes me sick. That pit feeling in your stomach when something isn't right and it disgusts me to see that all these brave ninja die at the hands of such insecure people...
My name is Sakura Haruno. Translate it and it means "Cherry Blossom Field." Ironic no? I have pink hair and green eyes and I have been dealt a lot of pain. Sasuke, the man I used to love, has left the village several months ago to in a quest to become stronger, power-obsessed. He said he was going to seek out Orochimaru as a teacher and learn from him. I tried to stop him, but I failed. Naruto, one of my teammates and close friends attempted to stop him as well, but failed. He returned to the village, stronger than he was before but in the dilemma of the rogues that happened just a few weeks ago, he was taken as one of their hostages. Beaten and taken. Another ninja slain right before my eyes. I was still innocent true, but my eyes told not the story of that same innocence. They had become cold and unfeeling and yet they continued to tell of the past of my nature and the village. Of what I have seen. These horrors will not be erased from my sight, but I guess what does not kill you makes you stronger. Another sigh escaped from my mouth as I sat there alone, enjoying the breeze and the warmth I could feel from the sun above my head. I had hoped some interaction would come soon.
After the rogues attacked, I lost all contact with my friends and the ninja world, I wasn't myself. I had decided it was time to change. I needed to gain myself back and get back to the person I once was. This was a mission I had established for myself, but I wasn't going to get there without any help. Hopefully someone would come along to help me; this was a mission I could not fail...