CHAPTER 1: LOVE KILLS

I picked up the metal object that was set on the high platform before me. The item was in a dark room, one that I had not been in for awhile. It was such a long time ago. This room was so old. This house was so old.

Memories flooded into my head. It always happened like this when I would enter into this very house. They took out all of my thoughts and put their own in. Everything I was thinking about led to those first years—my first years.

You see, I used to live in this now abandoned dark house. Keywords: used to. It was a mansion then and is still one now. It was everyone's dream house, just not mine. To me, it was a death house. Maybe, in my estranged ego, it was even a murder house.

So many people had died in this house. From enemies, to loved ones, to family. There were just too many to count. I lived here, though. I lived here, through the nightmares and such. I lived through the…memories. I lived through all of my hallucinations. It did not hurt much.

Father was a great mobster. Well, I guess I am being modest. He was a great mob boss. "The Greatest" some would say. Nothing would ever stop him from getting down to business. Sadly, not even his family. Myoma Haruno cared only for his business.

I picked up a picture next to where I stood. The only person he ever did care for was Maya Kioto…my mother.

Mother was a beautiful woman. Her pink hair always swayed, even when there was no wind. She was very flexible, like her hair, too. The maids told me she could flip away from any danger. She had a tiny frame, which, I guess, helped her flexibility. Maybe those were some of the reasons father fell in love with her, but I think I know the biggest reason.

She could hold a gun just like him.

From what I heard, they were quite a team. Father could use a gun and never miss with his eyes closed. He missed sometimes with them open. That is probably why he was so great.

Mother could only shoot in tense times or when she was doing some kind of flexible flip. Come to think of it, she only missed once, and that once ended her life.

That is why everyone expected so much of me. The metal in my hand—this gun—was my mother's. It was the last thing she ever held, but not the last thing she ever felt. I was the last thing she ever felt...me and my tears, that is.

I lay there the whole night with her as she fought death. Too bad, though. I just ended up wasting my time. She died anyway. She suffered a bullet in the head, Shizune, one of the top medical-nin in the country told me. The maids ran into the room with the abnu to come and pick her up and take her to her grave.

…It was around midnight.

…As a three year old I was not supposed to understand so much, yet I did. My hands scrunched up until they formed a fist. The maids stood yards away from me, calling for me to come inside. A note fell from the sky. I picked it up, and my eyes widened. In the note, the sign of the—

"Sakura-Chan, watch out!"

I jumped back and did a back flip when a ball came toward my way. I nodded at Hinata, my best friend who called me back to attention. My eyes narrowed as I looked beyond her. A ball. Quickly, I stood and ran toward the place where my eyes hopefully were not deceiving me.

"Watch you back, Haruno," Ino called as she threw a ball in front of me. Her ball collided with the enemies' ball. I finally got the ball and stood up. All of the boys on the other side cringed. I loved the look of helplessness. It was just so satisfying, but then again, I also loved the look of blood on a porcelain face. Call me sadistic, but my excuse is that I am the daughter of a great mob boss.

"Want to say mercy?" I taunted the boys as I advanced toward them with my one man mafia. The rest of the girls stood behind me. I rolled my eyes. How pathetic could you get?

"No," I heard a male voice answer my rhetorical question. I knew that voice, one of my enemies, in and out of school. "Are you?" he asked. I was sure I knew who it was now.

TWUMP!!

His ball collided with mine. If I had let go of mine, it would be all over for the girls and my dignity. "Next time, Uchiha, don't come to close to the face," I whispered deadly. With one flip, I threw my ball and hit Sasuke, dead on in the gut.

He fell back.

I fell down.

He was out.

I was in.

The boys lost.

The girls won.

The Uchihas won.

The Harunos fell.

Cheers filled the large gymnasium from my side. They all rushed toward me, Hinata first, helping me up. Pats on the back were everywhere. Compliments made to my ears. A smile did not, though.

Why could this not happen thirteen years ago? Why did my mother have to go like the way she did? It could have been this simple, but it was not. The world was never as simple as the world of dodge ball.

"You need a hand?" I heard a masculine voice ask me. I looked up to see a pale hand. I traveled up the hand, to the arm, to the body, to the face. I mentally gagged. Uchiha Sasuke. I could feel all of the girls goggling behind me. I gagged some more.

Even I had to admit Sasuke was pretty cute. But he was just so downright smug and a jerk.

I smacked his hand away and got up on my own. He backed away a bit, but not much. "Thanks, but no thanks," I answered back curtly as I hurried out of the gym. I could feel his glare on my back.

Another reason why I hated Sasuke? He was an Uchiha. They were another big mob gang. They were only second to the Harunos. Yes, still second. I walked absentmindedly. Someone had to keep us alive. Sadly, a sixteen year old had to.

"You coming, Hinata-Chan?" I called back to my best friend who was probably blushing like mad because of Naruto Uzumaki. Pfft, I pitied her.

"Sakura-Chan, you have to be more careful in who you piss off," Hinata lectured me. I rolled my eyes. We were at my locker so I could get my purse for lunch. "We are not in middle school anymore," she continued.

I closed my locker and led us to the cafeteria. Ino and TenTen would be waiting for us as usual at our lunch table. "Of course not, Hinata-Chan. We are sophomores now," I agreed nonchalantly. This happened everyday, so she was used to it. I was used to it.

"You have to be careful," she continued on, "with your mouth, because you—

"Can barely control it," I finished for her. Next, I went on through the whole speech. "You have no one to protect you, Sakura-Chan. I know you can take care of yourself, but please, please, take—

"Sakura-Chan, look!" Hinata said as she grabbed my head and turned me toward our usual seating spot. My eyes narrowed a bit. Ino and TenTen walked over to us.

"They practically pushed us off," Ino explained. TenTen nodded her head. I paid little attention.

Sitting in our table was the boys we had just beat in their own game. Hyuga Neji, Hinata's eldest cousin, Uzumaki Naruto, Rock Lee, Izuama Kiba, Shino, Choji, Shikamaru, and Uchiha Sasuke.

I was on fire now!

"We beat them so we deserve our seats, anyway," I found myself complaining like a little girl. The girls agreed. I turned back just in time to see Sasuke making his way toward me. His mouth was set in that smirk as usual. I pushed the ladies behind me.

"I got this," I whispered. "Go get us some lunch," and with that they scurried off. He stopped a few feet ahead of me. It was silent for awhile. I guess they all wanted to hear Sasuke screaming when I beat the crap out of him.

"Good evening, Miss Haruno," Sasuke greeted in his too pleasant voice. I crossed my arms over my chest. "I see you are happy today," again, no answer. I could see his smirk tugging to grow.

"Tell your little boy crew to move," I whispered back venomously. It almost came out as a growl. He chuckled.

"Now, why would I want to do that when it is just so comfortable there?" he taunted. My fist started to glow with chakra underneath my arm. I was about to get a detention. "Cat got your tongue, kitty," POW!

I do not know what I hit, but I hit something and I heard some crackling, too. I smiled. There go his cheek bones. I opened my eyes, only to have them widen. In front of me, a beautiful man was standing with his hand holding back my fist without even a trace of hesitation. He looked just like Sasuke, but older and more mature.

"Brother, what did you do to anger Miss Haruno so much? What would father say?" his beautiful voice asked.

"BROTHER!" I screamed. The eldest looking man looked back down at me. Realization dawned on me. "You are Uchiha Itachi, the heir of the mob," he only smirked at me.

"Hn, I did nothing," Sasuke answered back finally. This angered me. What a liar! "Me and the boys decided to sit in that one particular spot and she and her friends threw a fit," he explained some more.

Itachi was as impassive as ever. "Hn," and with that, he dropped my hand. I stared at him unbelievably. He had such strength. I quickly got up and brushed myself off. Itachi was gone and Sasuke and the boys made some room for me and the girls. They were already there. TenTen indicated for me to come and sit. Sasuke just sat there with a smug face, patting a spot next to him.

I scowled and walked off out of the cafeteria. I did not need this. Not right now. Was I even ready? Sure, my family was destroyed by them, but, could I fight? Was I like my father and mother?

I rummaged through my purse, my hands frantic. They stopped when I felt cold metal. I smiled dangerously as I raised my hand up and out of my purse. The gun was in my hand.

Next, I took out the note I had found those many years ago. I threw it up in the air, and, with perfect aim, shot.

Ka-Boom!

One hole was now in the piece of paper. Swiftly, I tucked the piece of paper down in my purse again. The gun went in, too. I took out my black and red razor phone and quickly dialed some numbers.

"Kakashi-Kun, come and pick me up," I whispered quickly through the phone. I noticed how dangerous my voice sounded. "Tell them some kind of emergency happened. Yes, that is right. I have seen Uchiha Itachi," I took out my gun pellets and then loaded them back in again, ending with a soft click. "I think it is time for the Harunos to avenge our loss, starting with the father, Fugaku."

When I arrived home, a butler opened the car door for me. I bowed to him in thanks as I walked to my front door of my large, but empty manor. As I opened it, I sighed.

It could be very boring without family. I hurried to my room, ignoring the maids' greetings. I was so used to it. Kakashi was soon beside me. "When do we start?" he asked quietly, reading his porn book still.

I rolled my eyes. Ever since my mother died, Kakashi took it upon himself to act as my guardian. He was not the worst, but not the best. With him around, I might as well not have a guardian. I made all of the decisions. It was a good thing father left the money, or how else would I be paying the bills?

"The Uchiha's life will end in a few days," I answered. He knew which one I was talking about. The one who ruined my family. The one who was most like my dad. The one who loved my mother. The one who…

…killed my mother.

"I see," he answered. "Just make sure you do not fall for him," he gave advice. I gave a disgusted face and noise as I played with my mother's gun. "Not Fugaku, but Itachi. Love is what killed your mother."

"I know that Kakashi...I know."

My new story. Bet you did not see that one coming. It just came to me one day and I acted out. I hope you like it so far!

So, do you know who killed Sakura's mother?

IS Myoma Haruno really dead?

I bet you cannot wait for the next chapter. Should be out by next week. Have to work on Onyx Waters first. Maybe even Crimson Sanctuary. Aww well. No problem. I can do it all. Onyx Waters should be out by 6 today or 4 tomorrow. Crimson Sanctuary, maybe around Sunday.

Question: Kissing a homeless woman or getting bit by a pit viper? Explain why.

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