Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own naruto, sasuke or sakura or ever will...thus I write fanfics to make me think I do.

Memories of loved and lost Cherry Blossems

Prolouge

Blood.

A sea of endless blood.

A figure stood among the blood. It was impossible to tell who it was in the blood. The figure's body was tall and slim looking, with brood shoulders. A thin, black cloak was draped around their body. The hood covered the back of their head. The figure's right hand was a blaze in a mixture of white and blue light. The opposite hand firmly grasped a kunai.

From the kunai dripped blood.

Each little drip created a set of echoing ripples in the red sea. A thin gust of wind started to flow from out of nowhere. It was eerie and hollow sounding. Little pink flower petals began to fall from the sky. They seemed to dance in the wind. The petals danced towards the blood and delicately dipped themselves into the red liquid.

A solemn presence seemed to come from nowhere. The feeling was quickly hushed away by the flow of the wind. The soft current became instantly transformed. The flow aggressively gathered up the mixture of pink and red, and flowed in circular-like motion. The newly formed twisters of blood and petals spun silently around the hooded figure. The sound of the wind never came to be heard. Time seemed to have stopped and the echoing of the dripping blood vanished.

The figure began to move.

Slowly the back of the black hooded head became more and more visible. The arm that held the kunai moved upward. The twisters silently flicked specs of blood onto the cloak. The figure ignored it and instead began to focus their gaze on something in the distance. Then with ease and a graceful manner, the figure launched the kunai at its target. The knife slid from it users fingers and flew point first threw the air. It hurtled past the red twisters and dogged the pink flower petals with ease. The kunai sliced threw the air and approached its target. It drew closer and closer and closer.

A blood curdling scream filled the once silent air…………………………

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

"Stop it!"

Sakura jerked her eyes open. She stared at her surrounding and signed heavily. Her long strands of pink hair stuck to her forehead. Slowly Sakura reached up to brush the pieces away and felt the tip of her head. She immediately pulled her hand away. It was wet and glistened in the moonlight. Taking both of her hands, Sakura placed them on the sides of her cheek. The tips of her fingers began to feel hot and before long her entire hand felt like it was on fire. Sakura moved her hands away from her cheeks and placed one of them back onto her forehead. The palm began to moisten with sweat.

Slowly Sakura got up from her bed and headed for the bathroom. She flicked the light on and observed herself in the mirror. Her face was shining with sweat and her cheeks were ablaze. The long locks of pink hair were partially matted on her forehead while the part was frizzy and sticky looking. Her lovely emerald green eyes were blood-shot and looked like they had been deprived of sleep fort days. Sakura eyed herself for a moment and then turned for the toilet.

Within a minute her head was sticking in the opening and her mouth was filled with a bitter taste. Slowly she tried to stand back up. Her knees cringed and she thrust her hands in front of her body for balance. After a painful ten minutes Sakura made it back to her room and gave way to the immense pain that filled her body. She flopped down onto the bed and laid her head down on the pillow. Her eyes gazed up at the ceiling and her mind began to drift. Her thoughts drifted and became focused on one single thought. Him.

His face, his movements, and his presence. The way that he acted as if he had no feelings in his heart. The feeling that every person got if you ever looked him in the eye. His face, which never showed an ounce of fear. Which never even showed the smallest trace of a smile. He had been the last survivor of his clan and had to carry on its burdens. The feeling of hurt that she had always received from his words, but she had always been able to ignore it. She had never once cried because of the way that he treated her or overlooked her either. Sakura had sworn that ever since he left that she would become stronger and never let herself cry.

Slowly Sakura came back into reality. She opened her eyes and turned her body towards the wall. She squinted her eyes to hide the tears that tried to escape from their hiding place. A cold gust of air entered the room from the little space that the window had been left open. Sakura grasped onto the covers and placed them up to her chin.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura mumbled and then gave into the darkness of sleep.

Outside of the window the night air hung still and quiet. On top of a tree branch a hooded figure watched the kunochi drift into sleep once again. The figure blended in with the dark of night that even if someone passed by the tree they would not even give it a second glance. The figure stood up slowly and turned his back to the room. Cherry blossoms flew from the surrounding trees as the wind picked up. as though it were a signal the figure turned to head back into the darkness of night. The figure took one more look at the room and uttered one single word, which could barely be heard in the breeze.

"Sakura".

The hooded figure then turned and disappeared into the night, with a small smirk on their face.