"I'm alone…" Those were the only words Haruno, Sakura could mumble to herself as she sat huddled in a damp corner at the end of an alleyway. She couldn't help but notice her pitiful appearance, her once pink hair that had a gentle softness to it, was now coarse with a few painful knots woven through. Her clothes were covered in grime that had accumulated from sleeping on the streets night after night.
Many people passed Sakura every day, and to her relief ignored her. Although the occasional person might strike up a conversation, asking about the weather and babbling on about current events, the cliché stuff as she would call it. Sakura rarely paid attention to what they were saying and in the unlikely event that they would offer her a place to stay for the night, her immediate answer would be no.
She didn't want to go through the same experience twice and she certainly didn't want to meet another him.
Sakura leaned her head back against the cold cement wall letting her thoughts drift back to the day she met him. He was elegant, yet cursed more than anyone she had ever heard before, and as if he couldn't get any odder it turned out that he was part of a worldwide known band. When she met him, her entire life had flipped upside down into something she never wanted.
And it all began ten months earlier…
Sakura kicked the soda can in front of her sending in clanking down the sidewalk and then falling off the curb and into the street. Her hands were bundled inside her coffee colored jacket's pockets located directly in the front; she had found it a few days earlier sitting on top of a trash can folded neatly.
She stopped walking for a moment and stared up as few snowflakes floated down towards the right as the wind blew them.
"If you keep standing there you'll catch a fucking cold."
She lowered her head and peered over her shoulder to see a man standing behind her. She could tell by first glance that he was high upper class, just his posture and smug smile gave it away.
"What it's to you?" Sakura replied dryly, turning around to face him.
"Well your blocking the sidewalk." The man tucked his hands into his black coat pockets. She noticed that the pockets were lined with a silky red and the next thing she saw was how his silver hair which had been slicked back framed his face. Whoever this man was he was defiantly different from most people she had encountered while on the streets.
Sakura faked a yawn, "Walk around. I don't plan on moving anytime soon."
She could hear as he muttered under his breath "What the hell…" before he spoke loudly addressing her, "You're pretty interesting."
"You seem to be pretty rich."
He laughed a bit, "You could say that," taking a quick glance at his watch the man then continued, "Fuck I seriously need to get going-"
"Where?" Sakura fidgeted with the bottom of her coat, trying to keep him from leaving, she wasn't just ready for her entertainment to leave yet.
Hidan sighed, "It's none of your business…now will you fucking-"
"No." Sakura felt fine, but now she started feeling quite the opposite. It was a feeling that had been reoccurring for about a year. She had a known that she was sick with something when her body began to grow thinner and high fevers would come frequently, but Sakura didn't need doctors to question where her parents were or if she had a place to stay.
Ignoring her sickness was much easier.
"Hey are you…uh…alright?" Hidan stared at her waiting for Sakura's reply but received none as she pressed her hand to her forehead. "Fuck, answer me, will you?"
"I-I-"
Then for Sakura Haruno it all went black and the final chapters of her life started with a stranger calling 9-1-1.
