• Sakura!!!!!" A Young lady shouted out from a small bath house door. "Groan, sigh why do I always have to do the work?"?! A young girl no older than 15 sat down in a shady tree. The tree was about 10 feet high but she sat only on the third branch. The girl sitting down in the tree had mischievous blue eyes, and her brown hair was tied up in a long ponytail. Bangs covered partly both eyes and they were streaked with purple and green. Whoosh! The girl had jumped down from the tree, her dress flying up as she got ready to land. Gracefully like a cat she landed on her own two feet. Her dress landed softly on her thighs, the sides flew up to recover it’s original fluff. “Sakura! Finally I found you.” Sakura turned around to see what looked like a girl with a pink bob cut yell at her. The young girl had green eyes but her hair was unusual it looked like a bob cut but if she turned around there was a long braid swaying behind her. And her clothes were that of maid. “Cosplaying again, Rose?” Sakura turned to this young girl. This young girl was her half sister. “Hmph!” Rose turned around and started walking back. “Damn it! What’s with her?!” Sakura said quietly to herself. Walking down back to bathhouse she wondered why she always had to work, when her little sister did nothing? “No, no more. I’m sick of this! Sick of being Cinderella.’ Sakura said to herself softly. Not noticing that somebody was following her in the shadows she kept walking until she approached what looked like a young teenage boy. “Umm do you know where the bathhouse is?” He sounded like he was 13. “Yea follow me, I’m heading there.” Sakura looked at him up and down noticing he had a ticket in his hand. The young boy had short rugged hair but his front was longer than his back, and the clothes he wore was a torn shirt and shorts, and his shoes were long sandals worn back in the east. You only find ninjas back in the east where the great war raged from east to west, leaving north and south alone meaning that only north and south weren’t war torn. Thinking in her thoughts, Sakura didn’t notice she was at the bathhouse already. “Umm is this it, miss?” The young boy had asked Sakura. “Huh? Yea this is it. The boy’s room is left.” "Boys..? Umm miss I need the girls room…” “Okay look you may look kind of femine but just because of that you’re not going to sneak in the girls room, understand?!” Sakura looked at the boy with glaring eyes and pointed towards the men’s room. “Yes ma’am but…’ The young boy looked down and walked towards the men’s room.

    The young man’s point of view…. “Do I really look a guy that much? I mean I had to cut my hair so they would get off my back. Well I guess I should wear girl clothes. The young girl looked in the mirror. Her face was gentle her eyes green. Her hair was layered. The front strands reached past her neck, but the back was short. She took off her clothes to reveal a small braid going down to her middle back. A long cut ran down her back until it reached where her braid ended. Well maybe I do look like a guy, I mean.. The girl kept looking in the mirror she scanned herself until she stopped at her chest. Her breast weren’t that big, they looked pretty small maybe a little but bigger than her hand. After observing herself, the young girl wrapped a towel around her thin body, and walked towards the water. She looked around only to see no one was in here. That was good. Really good, that meant nothing would happen. She started off by washing her hair, looking at her bangs thinking she needed a haircut. I’ll cut it later.. She thought to herself. The water was warm and relaxing, making her fall asleep. “Ha ha, look at this dude. Man you shouldn’t fall asleep surprised r people will do bad things to you!” The young girl woke up to the sight of a young man. He looked around 14, maybe 15? His hair was wet meaning he had come here to take a bath, right? I mean this is a bathhouse. His eyes showed a playful blue, and he was pretty tall for a teenager. Wait if he was standing up wouldn’t that mean..?! The young girl started blushing at the thought and started to get up, when she realized that she was in the men’s bathhouse, but it was too late. He had saw everything. Before she could go back down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down. “Oh I see, my bad. I thought you were a guy. Good thing it was only me. Who knows what the other guys could’ve done to you.” He looked in her eyes and said it like everything was okay. This time her face was white, almost like she died.