Sarada Uchiha: A Blossoming Flower

A Different Perspective

Sarada shifted violently from her bed. Her pillow was soaked in sweat, arms trembling. The feeling of the markings toyed with her sense of touch. Like a cruel nightmare that refused to end. She sat up, breathing heavily. She clutched her blanket as she gazed around anxiously.

The light from the rising sun illuminated bits of her surrounding. She removed the covers from off of her, reaching for her glasses. The stand was a little farther than usual. Her hands caressed the table, feeling nothing.

"Where's my glasses?" Sarada muttered. She blinked multiple times, gasping. Her vision was clear. Both concern and confusion raced through her mind as she stepped out of bed.

She swayed as she made her way towards the door, her usual efforts for walking becoming futile. Sarada peered out the door, trying to find someone.

"Hello?" No one responded. There was no sound of footsteps either. Sarada placed her hands together, summoning chakra. "Release!" Nothing changed. The room was still bland, and her vision was still intact. Bits and pieces of the last thing she remembered began to surface. The scroll. Kawaki. The nin.

"What happened to the nin?" She questioned. The Uchiha made her way to the door and took a deep breath. She turned the nob slowly, expecting some sort of danger. She opened the door and walked out casually. Sakura stood motionless at the side, like a robot awaiting its orders. It was offsetting, to say the least. Creepy even.

"Mama?" Sakura glanced at her with a surprised look on her face. She said nothing as she approached the child. Again, creepy. The pinkette pointed towards clothing neatly folded on the desk in the room. A pouch full of change laid sprawled next to it. Sarada closed the door, getting dressed. Moments later, she walked out of the room dressed in traditional Uchiha clothing. An ugly shade of blue.

Sakura was nowhere to be found, which gave Sarada a chance to explore the house. She made her way down the hallway, looking for anything that could help her understand her situation. There were no family photos as far as she could find. She passed a calendar with various writing on it. "Training?" She read aloud. Training lessons plagued most of the dates regardless of her physical well-being. Today just so happened to be a free day.

Sighing, she made her way to what she assumed was the kitchen. Sakura placed a plate of some snow like cube on the table, motioning for Sarada to take a seat. "What is this?" Sarada asked, sitting down. Sakura tried to open her mouth but struggled to get anything out. She pointed towards her stomach, giving a thumbs up. Her face remained emotionless the entire time. Sarada furrowed her brows as she glanced at the food, poking it cautiously. Using the chopsticks, she placed a cube onto her tongue. She shivered as the cold, tasteless, gelly-like food entered her throat. "I think I'll go find something else in the village." 

Sarada pushed the plate back, approaching the door. She glanced back at her estranged mother. Sakura gathered the plate silently. Something was strange about the way she was acting. She wasn't herself.

Genjutsu this strong would be considered godly. That seal was probably a genjutsu type. Was there a genjutsu strong enough that you couldn't escape?

Shaking her head, Sarada exited the house. She was determined to get some answers. The Uchiha attempted to infused chakra into her soles, propelling herself onto the roofs of the buildings. Her small body only managed to barely scratch the tile off of the wall. She fell gracefully on the ground. "Right, I'm young now," 

She made her way out into the village, looking around. The buildings weren't as modernized as she remembered. It was like walking in the past. A dreary one, at least. Everywhere she looked, the villagers stared anxiously at her. Some were even confused. She ignored the ones who stared at her, continuing around the village.