IM SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON. FOR ALL THOSE WHO READ 'AKATSUKI CLEANING SERVICE AND SITTERS, I APOLOGISE FOR NOT UPLOADING! SO SO VERY SORRY!
However, I am proud to introduce you to my new story-
The tough girl's mask.
It's an AkaSaku, so if the haters hate, please leave. :D
It's going to be very angsty (hopefully), fluffy (possibly) and a whole lotta dramaaa!
SO BE WARNED.
Thank you- S.B x.x
A lone girl sat on her small neglected bed, rocking back and forth whilst holding her knee's close to her chest, with her head tucked into them.
"Mummy... Daddy!" She kept whispering to herself, the tears of a heart broken and sorrowful girl cascading down the pink tinted cheeks.
'Why... Why them?!' Hersobs grew louder, never ending tears slipping from her tear ducts.
She could still hear them, her mum rushing around downstairs preparing for dinner, shouting at her father who would keep coming back and forth whilst asking if the meal was ready yet, all in good humour.
But it's just a memory. Because now, her parents are lying somewhere in a morgue, where they are being prepared to be buried six foot underground in less than an hour. All because of her, she believed.
"It's my fault!" She shouted out in despair, raising her head up to the ceiling as her cries became hysterical.
"All my fault! WHY? WHY DID YOU TAKE THEM, and not me?" She finished hopelessly, her heart wrenching at the photo that caught her eyes.
The photo was of her parents, in each other's embraces, on the day they left for their honey moon. It was taken years ago, a good few years before she was even born.
"Mum, Dad!" She sobs again, her hand reaching out to take the photo, so she could hold it close to her heart.
"Sakura..." a familiar voice whispers from her bedroom doorway, making her jump in surprise, not only because she hadn't even heard the door being opened, but because this lady was supposed to be half away across the world.
"Tsunade..." Sakura whispers, her voice cracking as another round of sobs fit through her.
Tsunade rushes to the girl's side and throws her arms around the shivering pinkette, holding her close.
"Shh, my darling." Tsunade whispers to her. "I'm here, I'm here. Everything's going to be alright." She tries to ease, but she doesn't know whether or not it was for the young girl, or for herself.
"But it's not, is it?" Sakura asks, her voice full of doubt a longing. "They're gone, and they're never coming back!" She cries, and cries, and cries again, her grip tightening on Tsunade.
"It will be, I'm not going to leave you. Tomorrow, you'll be coming back to Konoha with me. Got that?" Tsunade said, her voice holding no room for arguments.
"Just... don't leave me..." Sakura whispered helplessly, the thought of being alone, the thought of being all alone because they weren't here anymore!
'No one should be feeling this, especially a 13 year old girl.' Tsunade thought to herself.
"I won't." She promised, trying to suppress her own tears. "Never, not in a billion years."
And Sakura believed that, because no matter how insane that even sounded, she felt better knowing that she won't be alone.
After a while of crying, Sakura decided to gather up the little strength she had, and dragged herself off of her god mother, and to shower to refresh herself for the horrid day ahead.