Sakura quietly peeks over the table as she eyes passersby. Life as a civilian was different from the scenes she has seen in her dream. In her dreams, her life had been filled with naivety and her hand holding mirrors but eventually, that became fissures caused by her fist, flopping fishes, and a woman—blonde, loves sake and gambling—a mentor perhaps? Sakura had thought. When that woman appeared, gone was her naivety and gone was her mirrors. It took that Sakura 14 years for that naivety and mirrors to go away.

I will not be like that, Sakura promised herself, because after all, where did that eventually lead to for that Sakura? At the end of a lightning jutsu, Sakura deadpans but closes her eyes to calm herself. It would be no good if people were to see a 5-year-old having tremors. 

And so, 5-year-old Sakura removes the mirrors in her room and scrutinize the people around her. She may be a civilian but she will not allow herself to be fooled.

"Sakura darling?"

Sakura broke out from her thoughts and meet her mother's worried gaze. "Yes, mama?" The endearment to her mother rolled out her tongue easily. While Sakura works hard in reducing her naivety, there's one thing she couldn't get rid of easily; her love for her parents. So Sakura would allow herself this small endearment. It was also the least she could do for them. She knows they worry a lot because of her. She knows about the whispers they have at night when they thought she was sleeping. 

"What are we going to do, Kizashi?" Her mother had hissed to her father.

Kizashi had sighed. "I don't know, my love. She wouldn't tell me anything about it either."

Both parents were clearly stumped, her mother more so than her father. "We must seek help from a professional." She announced

There was a moment of silence before Sakura hears her father speak again, "Soon, love, soon."

Sakura blinks and her green eyes curiously darts between her mother and the other woman-a kunoichi- in her mother's shop. It wasn't surprising to see shinobis and kunoichis alike hanging around this part of town. After all, this area is populated by skilled civilians like butchers and fishmongers, blacksmiths and armourer or like her mother, a seamstress.

Her mother offers her a reassuring smile. "Won't you be a darling and grab for Izumi-san's order at the back?" 

Sakura nods obediently and rushes to the storeroom where her mother keeps all the orders of clothes that she has completed. She flips through all the orders when she finally stumbles upon the one that had Izumi-san's name. Her green eyes trace over the name beneath her fingers slowly. It was Izumi's name; Izumi's full name. Her green eyes analytically snap towards Izumi's completed order. There were a few high collared neck shirts with a big emblem at the back. The emblem is a fan and Izumi's full name is Uchiha Izumi. 

Izumi is an Uchiha. 

Sakura audibly gasps, and suddenly, her world spins and she feels the flood of visions.

"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I hate a lot of things and I don't particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream, because I will make it a reality. I'm going to restore my clan and destroy a certain somebody." A boy- Sasuke- announce as he interlocks his hands together. For a moment, it was silent as everyone else, Naruto and another man she doesn't recognise process his words. Everyone except her older dream self of course.

"Kyaaa, Sasuke-kun looks so cool and handsome today! Maybe today he will go on a date with me?" Sakura internally sighs at the beautiful boy who was now her teammate. 5-year-old Sakura scrutinized the boy. The younger Sakura wouldn't lie, he is pretty, but something was not right with him. Couldn't the older Sakura recognise this?

The vision blurs and Sakura finds her older self crying on top of a body of what seems to be an unconscious Sasuke. 5-year-old Sakura lets out an indignant cry at the sight of all the sharp pointy needles poking out all over a bloody Uchiha Sasuke. If it wasn't so horrifying maybe Sakura could have thought of how alike he had looked like a porcupine. 

I-is he... dead? 5-year-old Sakura horrifyingly wonders and tears began pooling at the corner of her eyes.

It seems 5-year-old Sakura wasn't the only one who thought he was dead.

"Sasuke-kun, please wake up! I'm sorry!" Her older dream self also was crying.

Then as if it was a miracle, 

"Sakura, you're heavy." His grumpy voice grunted out and 5-year-old Sakura lets out a sigh of relief. So he's not dead. 

The scene changes again and this time she lands in the middle of a dense jungle. Her eyes darts around and meets her older self kneeling over coarse dirt, bruises and scratches all over her. Strands of pink hair all over the ground floor of the forest. She was surrounded by three shinobis. Clearly, they were not friendly. There was also another boy, bowled hair cut with the most atrocious spandex green outfit Sakura had ever seen who lied closed by, alive but unconscious.

"Zaku quit playing. We're here for the Uchiha." A boy wrapped in bandages grunted out. He was the leader among his teammates, it seems.

"Tch, let me just get rid of this pest," Zaku smirks and raise both of his hands aiming towards the older and injured Sakura. 5-year-old Sakura screams in panic. Whatever it is, it's not going to be good.

You need to move, stop sitting there!

Injured Sakura snaps her gaze to the younger Sakura and 5-year-old Sakura still. There was something in the older and injured Sakura's eyes when they had made eye contact. Something calculative and dare she says it, shock as if the older girl actually saw her. But as quickly as that happens, there was another stronger, darker presence and whatever it is was standing right behind the younger Sakura.

"Sakura," A voice 5-year-old Sakura was slowly recognising starts, "Who did this to you?"

It was Sasuke, but with a darker twisted chakra. Something was wrong with him, both Sakura had quickly deducted. So wrong yet its presence felt familiar to the younger Sakura.

Older Sakura shook her head in defiance, refusing to answer. Zaku, on the other hand, was too idiotic to let this chance to goad to pass.

"I did!" He bragged, "I hurt your pretty princess. You should have listened to her cries, it was music to my ears. Just like I did with her, I'll blast you away with my hands again!"

As soon as he finishes his sentence, he finds himself being thrown to the other side of the jungle floor, kneeling down as both of his hands were painfully pulled behind him.

"You seem proud of these hands," 5-year-old Sakura stood frozen. That tone, that look, that dangerous chakra... It was familiar for a reason.

It was him, she was sure of that.

He was the boy who will kill her.

That sudden realisation had Sakura stumbling, and her leg must have tripped over some boxes because there was a crash and she could hear distant worried calls from her mother that only grow louder. The room closes in on her and it feels like it's squeezing onto her lungs. Sakura gasps, clutching her shirt, feeling tight and constricted.

"Honey? Are you okay?" Sakura can hear her mother's voice fueled with concern but she couldn't bring herself to reply. Sakura lets out another gasp- she's starting to feel light-headed.

"Haruno-san? Allow me, Haruno-san." Another voice she doesn't recognise intervenes.

"She's hyperventilating." The same voice states analytically.

"Sakura-san, can you hear me? If you can hear me I need you to follow my instructions to slow your breathing down. Breath in, 1...2..., breath out, 1...2..."

Sakura blinked, not understanding what was going on. The tightness on her chess only increase. It was overwhelming.

She could barely register her mother's panic voice saying something wasn't working.

This time, she hears the unidentifiable voice again. "...sorry Sakura-san... your own good."

Then, there was a flash of red and then darkness.

She welcomes the darkness with open arms.

-To be continued-

So now 5-year-old Sakura knows about Sasuke. What do you guys think she'll do with this knowledge? 

Anyway, I really pitied Sakura. She's 5 and at night instead of sleeping soundly after a bedtime story, she would wake up to nightmares of the future. And as if that wasn't enough, now she can even daydream?! When will her suffering end? Who knows? Oh, wait, I do! Or do I?

A/N: So I finish watching Haikyuu and I'm hooked on it! Like literally I'm simping for all the characters! The creator really wanted us, readers, to like everyone cause EVERYONE had a backstory and you cant help yourself to root for the other team to win or still feel sad for them when they lost.