Title: Fallen Flower
Summary: A darker insight into the Ninja world where everything is as bad as you think.
Chapter One
She remembered the fear that overtook her that day, even more vividly then she could remember the joy of the previous games, the rush of adrenaline as she ran, the quiet confidence that she wouldn't be found in her favorite game, Hide & Seek. She remembered being annoyed at the boys whenn they chased her, Gen and Ryou were supposed to be hiding but they chased after her alongside Yusuke.
She remember yelling back at them, telling them they were supposed to count to a hundred, afterall this game was taught to them by Matou-sensei so they could learn their numbers. She remember laughing and taunting them because she was certain they couldn't catch her even without a headstart. Her long legs were made to eat up distance and they played this game often before so she could run on for a good couple hours. She remembered the suprise when Ryou caught her, more like tackled her, bringing her to the ground. She recalled it all like it was just yesterday.
"You cheaters, I demand a do over!" She yelled. Pushing at Ryou's shoulder, he got off her but he gripped her leg, as if he was afraid she would get up and run. Sakura humored the idea, but quickly dismissed it, her side was burning for some reason. She had a theory she had scraped a layer of skin off when they had tumbled to the groound. "Get of me you, baka, I'm not going anywhere. You guys are lucky I don't quit right now, bunch of cheaters!" She continued to rant waving her fist for emphasis.
Gen grabbed her waving fist while his other hand caught her other, Ryou went from gripping one leg to both. "Hurry up, Yusuke!" Gin yelled, his grip on her wrist tightening for a moment.
"What are you, Teme's, doing? I said get off! I'm not playing with you guys anymore!" Sakura seethed. Yusuke was taking of his pants.
She remembered the first feeling of fear. That maybe they weren't playing anymore. More vividly then the boys conversation, was the dark blue sky above, she remembered the purple and orange tint signaling the sun was getting low and the day was ending. She remembered the dark red autumn leaves of the tree's above, as she began to struggle and everything seemed to get closer and attempt to suffocate her, the color of blood or the fires that the country was named for.
She remembered Yusuke's sudden hesitance as he poised above her, he had pulled her skirt down and tugged her panties around her knees.
"Do it!" Ryou crowed, "stick it in her!" But Yusuke was soft and not ready to peform in front of others and his head was full of doubts.
"You wimp! You can't do it, can you?" She challenged. Her jaw was clenched, grinding her teeth together. Anger was blooming in her chest alongside the fear. Anger that she felt fear, that her struggles were in vain, that these. i/children/I had the nerve to do what only adults were allowed to do.
"Come on, do it already!" Ryou ordere Yusuke, he fumbled around between her legs still trying to put his soft member in her.
"He can't, teme!" She yelled at Ryuo. She had no doubt in her mind that it had been his idea, he was the leader when it came to Yusuke and Gin, though Yusuke was more attractive and Gin stronger; Ryou had the brains, but he didn't have the guts. "Can you?" She hissed at Yusuke. He looked at her like he had his hand caught in the cookie jar and his drunk father had just entered the room.
She started laughing meaning to mock them, it came out more of a bark, then she burst into giggles and tears threatened to fall. Not from humor though they'd never know, she had been holding back her fear, and now that she had realised she was safe, she let the tears fall.
Her laughter seemed to shock them, they let go of her, Yusuke stood up grabbing at his trousers that were bunched around his ankles.
"Couldn't do it, couldya baka?" She yelled. Yusuke broke down in tears running away. Ryou and Gin watched his retreat with wide eyes. She turned on them, slamming her tiny hands into Ryou's chest. "You couldn't do it either, couldya, bakayarou! Is that why you made Yusuke go first? Then, what? You'd let Gin have a try? Were you ever going to get it up to?" She ranted. She raised her fist, unknowingly channeling chakra into it to pack more punch.
She remembered his cry of pain, the sick sound of bones crunching, the feel of skin sliding along skin. She remembered the river of blood that gushed from his nose, remembered his sobs, and Gin rushing a few feet to kneel by his side. A tentative hand raise but he didn't touch Ryou, he looked close to tears himself.
Sakura pulled her skirt up, gripping her panties along the way, she made sure they were at her hips. She glared down at them. "Bunch of cowards! I'm not playing with you anymore. You'll be lucky I don't tell me momma!" She walked away, her angry strides taking her further and further from them. She didn't look back, she didn't brush away the dirt clinging to her back, she didn't tug at her skirt because the back was now in the front. She didn't meet the adults eyes as she walked down the street towards her home.
She wondered how many had looked at her and known what had almsot occured or thought something was off about her appearance. No one pulled her aside as she made her way home.
When she opened the door to her house she didn't call out that she was home, she just walked and continued walking, not bothering to take off her shoes. She found it odd that her mother didn't ask who it was or call out her name in puzzlement but Sakura supposed she could be sleeping or deep into one of her books from the libraries.
When she was seconds away from her room she heard a high pitched moan, she glanced at her mother's door and stared at it listening harder. Thump thump thump, the sound of the bedpost hitting the wall over and over and...
Sakura glared, moving forward again to her room, her mothers cries got louder breathier, soon followed by a males lower pitched growls and shouts. She shut her door, she even heard the soft click.
She remembered that was the day her eyes had been opened to the real world. A world ruled by man and his dick, a world where women were tools to get off on, and a world where she was powerless.
She wished she had a father, he could have told her the truth, could have beaten it into her head to be submissive. Sakura glared at her bedroom door, she could still hear them, the sounds filtering in through the thin walls. She glared at her room, a soft lavender, the carpet a light pink. Her covers were covered with kittens and everything from the dolls scattered all over the floor to the flowery barbie doll posters with handsome ken by her side.
All of it ticked her off. All of it made her angry. All of it screamed to a stranger that she was a girl, something they could beat off to, someone they could overpower and control.
She growled, her fist clenching, she picked up a babie doll, she stared at its smiling face, it was a little girl. She looked around the room till she spotted a recently sharpened pencil. She calmly stalked over to it, she grabbed it, curling her fingers into a fist around it again. She hekd the doll up to the wall, she brought her other fist back, slamming it forward as hard and as fast as she could. It made a sharp cracking noise, and a small but still loud popping noise, she dropped her arms letting them dangle by her side and looked at her masterpeice.
The pencil was logded through the dolls head, pinning it to the wall, a slight crack appeared on the wood surface just before entering the dolls plastic eyeball. Luckily the wall hadn't been thick enough to break the pencil. Lucky cause she hadn't thought of the possibillity that the wall would be to thick to pierce with a flimsy pencil.
This brought her peace.
A/N: I just wanted to write a really twisted romance for the Ninja's but to do that I needed everything to be Dark in the Naruto world...except Naruto! That bright little lightbulb that needs a couple more spark plugs :)