Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Akatsukis Baby Blossom

Chapter One

17 year old Sakura dreaded the new day as the sun slowly made its way up on the horizon. Despite her graduation the day before, she was not happy. Her grades had been among the top ten, yet it had not been enough for her parents. They always demanded more of her…

It had started 7 years ago, when my brother Sasori moved out. I did not know it then, but he had finally had enough of our parents. That´s what drove him away. Mother had been hysteric when he left and I had never seen Father so angry… At first I too had been angry at Sasori for leaving me, especially when I realized what had driven him away. I was only ten years old when he left but it didn´t take long for me to forgive him. I only wished he had taken me with him but I realized that he couldn´t, yet I wondered why he hadn´t come back for me. Had he forgotten me? Or didn´t he care that I now lived in the same hell that had driven him away? Had he forgotten that our parents were true monsters?

We had moved to another city shortly after Sasori left us, and all this time I have been telling myself that the only reason Sasori hadn´t come back for me was that he couldn´t find me. But that didn´t stop the thoughts from running wild at night. It was after all only the thought of Sasori coming back to save me that kept me from going insane or killing myself.

I looked away from the rising sun and instead turned my gaze to my room. The walls were a dirty white and the brown wooden floor was discolored and in some places even broken. I had a narrow, hard bed and a carton with the few clothes I owned but that was pretty much it. I let out a sigh when my alarm clock went off and told me that I needed to start the new day even if I didn´t want to. I gathered up some clothes and quickly went into the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom. I took a 5 minute shower and dressed in some black shorts and a simple red t-shirt. I collected my long, natural pink hair in a bun on top of my head and then took a good look on myself in the dirty mirror. I actually liked the way I looked. I had a heart shaped face with big eyes that shone a stunning emerald when I was happy. My eyes had been a dull, dark green for years now. My skin was pale but flawless and my body toned thanks to the krav maga lessons I went to in secret. I told my parents that it was after school tutoring so that they would let me go. I had softly rounded hips and was a proud c-cup. The only thing about my body that I really didn´t like was the many scars and never fading bruises.

I heard my parents move around in their bedroom and hurried down to the kitchen to start my daily chores by making their breakfast. I quickly got the coffee brewing and started on the pancakes. When my parents came down everything was on the table and without a word to me they took their places and started to eat. At first I thought that it would go well this time but then…

"Sakura!" My father's hard voice froze me on the spot and I slowly looked up. "The coffee taste like shit." He said and then, without warning, he poured the scalding hot coffee over my bare hands. I bit back a scream of pain and rushed to put my aching hands in cold water. Tears pooled in my eyes but I refused to let them fall, instead I simply bandaged my now skinless hands and continued with my chores for the day. That´s how my days had been for the last 7 years, filled with pain, torture and humiliation.

When I went to bed that night my ribs were bruised and I had several shallow cuts on my legs besides the burns on my hands.

This continued for another two weeks before something finally changed.

My hands had once again been badly burned during breakfast and my ribs were black and blue from not cleaning the living room well enough. But when mother hit me because I wasn´t finished with the laundry in time, something inside me snapped and I hit her back.

For a second or so everything was in total silence, but then mother screamed and I realized my mistake. Even if I was the best student in my krav maga class I still couldn´t take down both of my parents at the same time, because they had madness on their side. I ran towards the stairs but just as I got there, father was behind me and hit me with something hard in the head. I felt everything spin out of control as I tumbled down the stairs. Before I´d gotten up on my feet, father was over me and dragged me by my hair into the kitchen. He tied my hands up with a kitchen towel as I was shaking in fear and begging for forgiveness. Fathers reply was to gag me with another towel and give me a hard kick to my already bruised ribs. I heard something crack and pain radiated through my body. Mother took a seat at the table and simply watched me as father pulled the belt from his pants and then proceeded to whip me. One time, two times, three times… After nearly 50 hits by the belt he finally stopped. I was close to lose conciseness but then I heard it. Someone was knocking on the door. Neither of my parents moved but I fought with renewed strength to escape from the gag. Mother and father were so concentrated on the door that they didn´t notice when I finally was able to spit out the hateful gag and scream for help. If they didn´t help me I was sure I was going to die.

"Help! Please help me!" I screamed and all the pain and desperation I felt laced my voice. Father turned around and gave me a swift kick to the head to silence me, but he was too late. A loud noise told me that the door had been kicked in and from the looks of it, my parents realized that to. Father grabbed mother and tried to make a run for it but they didn't get far. I heard a crash from the hall, my mother's scream and then silence. Until…

"Sakura?" It took a huge amount of willpower for me to be able to lift my head but I did it. I was dazed from the kick to my head and had trouble focusing but I immediately recognized the person standing in the doorway.

"Sasori…" I whispered and then I lost consciousness.