Sakura was a child once.

She would dance in the wildflowers with Ino, a long long time ago. When everything was simple and clear. Sometimes she wants that feeling more than anything else in this wide, tragic world.

Ino would weave flowers in her hair and Sakura would pretend she was beautiful for just that one moment. That she was good enough for Prince Charming. That he would carry her away on a white stallion and everything would be perfect. Like it was meant to be.

She still dances,not in a field of daisies, but in a battlefield. Her head is adorned, not with flowers, but with blood and a crooked black halo. For she has become a Angel of Death.

Prince Charming is an illusion made up of childish fantasies. He will not love her. A snake is his white stallion and the only place he would care to take her is Death's door. And Sakura can't help but think, as she draws her kunai, that this is not how it is supposed to be.

She is no longer a chid at twelve.