I don't own Naruto!
An ear pounding thud came to the door, three times, and during those three times thunder and lightning called out. The door shook violently and the rain cried out to the earth, mud becoming friends with the ground it bonded with. The wind blew, making the rain stab like needles. The clouds were as dark grey could allow and the sky was a mixture of fiery orange and majestic purple. The trees dangerously danced as leafs sang the storm's song and the grass just stayed in place and flopped back and forth.
Another three knocks pounded against the cherry wood door and once more came the storm's call. The slender girl, only of fifteen, slumped down to the ground, her face sliding against the door in defeat. Her balled up fists lay parallel to the sides of her head, her forehead still against the wood, tears fled from her emerald eyes. She cried against the door, the comfort she longed for was nowhere to be found. "Please," she whimpered into her begging. As she gave her last whimpering beg, the door shifted in a deep thud and creaked open a crack. The girl looked up, eyes filling with a little hope. Her eyes peered into the dark that she could view from the crack to find no one standing behind.
Slowly her body began to lift, her knees nothing but shaky in her state of mind. Her small, marble cream, hand touched the door and lightly pushed the door far enough for her to enter. Her feet began to take hurried steps until she was fully in. She had stepped into complete and total darkness. Sluggishly the girl turned her head to find that the old wooden door had shut without her notice. As her eyes trailed down the carvings in the back of the door she found an old, rusted pair of scissors protruding from the wood. Then upon inspection, she found that an old parchment hug, skewered by the scissors, the parchment was crisp and light gold.
Her emeralds focused on the parchment and read the letters that lay upon it in dripping red.
The House of the Masked Ages, the House of Madness and House of Enchanted Death… do not go any further or you will become one with the house…
As her eyes went to the word 'house', her attention was taken to a low creak of the floor boards. Her head turned in anticipation of finding the source. Nothing was there but a spiral stair case carpeted with dust. Another creak erupted from the ground, making the girl go one step back in fright. All down her back side she found a wall, the door was nowhere to be found. It was almost as if it never existed.
The girl listened as the winds raged outside and then the creaks were no more. She stood straight, trying to gain what composure she could. Her right bare foot came to the floor and her left foot, with a mint green slipper, took place next to her other. She looked around, trying to see what she could in the dark besides the staircase. A third creak came," H-Hello?" No answer came in reply and so she took another step ahead to only find that she was falling. All shock came to her, like a puff of smoke. No scream sang from her mouth, her pink lips lay against each other and her eyes were covered by a barrier known as eyelids.
Her pink strands of hair wisped back and air whispered to her ears as a stray tear rolled up and off her cheek. She fell, down into the well of darkness. The house is many things... be careful. Slowly her
eyes opened so she could see her maker. Her arms were crossed in front of her eyes and slowly parted to the side to see that the darkness had turned into a never ending pit of one great black and white swirl that transformed into a room of glowing white. Her eyes watched in horror, as light blood splatters played a trail across the floor, a sword next to the trail. The blade was a shinning black laced with fresh blood and the hilt was shaped into a cracked heart. Once again her arms covered her face as the ground came closer.
She waited for her eminent death, but found that she still breathed her rigid breath. Her teeth clamped, her jaw was taut and her eyes were glued shut. She whimpered for only a second and slowly her eyes cracked open. Soon her blurred vision was no more and was clear as crystal. The first thing she saw was a pearl pink silk glove on her hands that extended to the bend of her arm, her other also the same. She blinked an odd number of times, those hands…they were her's. Slowly those slender fingers parted, as she turned her hands back and forth, noting they were indeed her's. Soon her eyes found something more of interest besides her hands. She looked up to find a tall and dark man facing a window that had transparent like, pink curtains.
She blinked only to find him right next to her on the white couch that glowed just like the room. The girl looked up to the man's face and found an orange and black swirled mask covering just his left side. His hair was spiked and as black as night while his right eye was as dark as onyx and his skin was a pale tan. She looked at him, shock filling her eyes as he knelt down. Sakura watched as his hand came up, carrying a jade glass slipper. "Your shoe…you dropped it." His voice was slightly husky and mysterious but it was also enchanting. His black gloved hand took a loving and delicate hold on her leg and lightly raised it up. With the jade glass slipper, his hand slid the lonely shoe on her foot…just the right and perfect size…like it was made for her. Who am I? Her thoughts raced and her cheeks felt heat. "A kiss for the fair lady," his mouth moved and she understood without hearing the sound of his voice.
Sakura watched as the man leaned in, one hand held onto the top of the couch and the other rested on her shoulder, both for support as he leaned forward. Like everything went in slow motion, she watched as his lips parted and then instant warmth filled her body. His peach lips touched her rosy lips, somehow making sparks fly. He leaned back and gave a smile from what she could see," What is your name?" Her cheeks were bright red and all memory was lost accept for her name," Sakura."