WHY THE HELL AM I PINK?! (*UNDER CONSTRUCTION*)

Life As a Cherry Blossom

Disclaimer: You know the drill, don't own Naruto and all the jazz. SasuNaru for life, blah, blah, blah.

Warning: Language that pretty much every prepubescent child knows by like their toddler stage. Blame everyone, cursing is fucking fun to do cuz it's bitch'n. #Swag #Yolo #WhateverBruh

A/N: On a serious note, don't expect long chapters all the time, they vary. Lol. Enjoy guys. ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ
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I cannot recall what happened, but one day, I felt as if my body was on fire. This searing pain had overtaken my body and I couldn't breathe properly. I can't remember much, though, I do recall the roars of some kind of animal and screaming, lots and lots of screaming. I don't think it was anything important and thought I had a really bad cold. Maybe it'll all come back to me soon...

I believe a couple months passed by before I could be fully aware of my surroundings, I was almost 1 I think. I was pretty surprised when I figured out that I was born into an Asian family, Japanese to be precise.

My mother is a kind but serious woman with shoulder length blonde hair and forest green eyes. She usually wore a white qipao dress with three red circular designs at the bottom of the front of her dress as well as the back and pink pants underneath along with brown sandals.

My father is a goofball who surprisingly has spiky dull pink hair (and omg side burns that combine with his stache) that matches well with his blue eyes. He has a little stubble on his chin and has a darker skin tone than mother's. He wears a dark, loose-fitting kimono-shirt which has a green inner-lining and sleeves which extend beyond his kimono shirt.

This is held closed by a simple obi which he wears along with a burgundy coloured length pants, and a pair of simple slippers. He also has a simple silver necklace with a pink cherry blossom design on it with a single petal being deep red in colour.

It did take me a while to accept that I had a new family, but being the easily adaptable person I am, I quickly and reluctantly settled into my new life, with strangely familiar parents.

Sure, I do feel bitter towards my new parents, but I'll get over it in due time. Anyways, I would always be squished by my father whenever I did something "cute", which was ever minute apparently. Mom would scold my father and kick him in the shin if he didn't let go of me.

He almost dropped me on numerous occasions, which pissed off mom more. Today my mother decided that she would doll me up for some festival or something. She placed me on their bed and told me to stay still. I deadpanned. I watched my mother rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a frilly red, white laced dress. I grimaced. 'Too freaking fluffy. I can't stand overly floofed dresses.'

I eyed the thing in distaste and struggled when my mom tried to put it on it.

"Sakura don't resist mommy, I'm only trying to make you pretty~" she said in a sweet calm tone. I shivered slightly and stopped struggling. 'Yeah, note to self, mom can be scary as fuck.' She made me look like one of those kids from Toddlers and Tiaras except without the make-up. Besides the dress, she put this red, white laced rose headband on me along with red sandals.

Mom kissed me on the cheek and cooed at how adorable I looked. Then she put me in the crib and proceeded to dress into a white yukata decorated with pink and red flowers with a red obi. I laid there glaring at her.

Dad came home from work, showered, and dressed into a yukata version of his kimono shirt. Dad swept me out from the crib and proceeded to gush at how cute I was. I threw a fit of protesting babbles.

It's not that I hate when my dad does that, it's just really uncomfortable. I now know how babies feel when we do the same to them. Mom finally came to my rescue and snatched me out of my father's arms. He pouted, stretching out his arms to try and get me back. Mom rolled her eyes and told dad that we should get going already.