Prologue
"The Judgment is two years in juvelin detention centre!"
"You are no longer my daughter!"
TWO YEARS LATER
Haruno Sakura opens her eyes and turns over in her bed. She sits up and yawns as she tries to find her school uniform. After finding it under a pile of schoolbooks, she slowly walks down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. The newspaper is lying on the table and cereals covering the table as they probably had been spilled out. She looks at the headlines where it says:
Young woman murdered!
In Tokyo's slum, area a young woman was found early this morning in a phone boot. Experts say that the woman was murdered round 12o'clock this night.
She read trough the text and at the bottom of the page, there was a picture of the scene of the murder. Sakura gets a weird feeling inside as she gazes at the picture. The picture is blurred but one could clearly tell that the blood was like a flood. Sakura looked up at the clock on the wall and notices that her class begins in ten minutes! It took least twenty minutes to walk there! She picks up her bag and rushes of to school as she already forgotten everything about the article.
When she got the the school after running all the way she started to climb the fence. She comes into the classroom exactly when the teacher was talking, making the teacher look at Sakura with an angry expression. The rest of the class did not even care to give her a glance as Sakura made her way to her seat at the far back corner of the classroom.
After school all the students where talking about the murder that was in the morning newspaper. It was first then Sakura started to thing of the murder again, fro some reaon finding some kind of interest in it. On her way home, she stopped at a half-dead café.
The owner looks up from a magazine as the bell at the door rang, not usually used to people stopping by.
"The usual?" he asks.
Sakura nodded and sits on her usual place, in a corner away from the windows. She continues to think about the murders the owner comes by, placing her coffee on her table. The very thought of the murder gave her a horrible feeling as if something was wrong as well as it was both exiting and interesting. Almost giving her a deja vú feeling. She notices the same kind of newspaper as this morning lying on the table beside hers and she picks it up. Sakura looks closer at the picture in the murder article. In the article, it had the name of the street and as she sees that, she decides what to do.
Sakura quickly drinks up her coffee and lays some money on the table and hurry's home.
When she comes home, she does her homework that they got the other day. When she finishes her homework, the time is ten minutes until midnight. She opens her closet and picks out some dark cloths that are easy to move with. She climbs out trough her window and as fast as she touches the street, she runs towards the scene of the murder.
Sakura could see the phone boot now, the blood remaining. The blood was formed as a rose, high and mighty like a warning. Before Sakura could think more on the matter, she heard footsteps coming closer. Sakura quickly jumps up on a fire-ladder, trying to hide her presence Sakura hid in the darkness of shadows.
From there Sakura could see four younger woman and a fifth woman a bit away checking the area.
As Sakura watched the young woman with interest, she accidentally kicks a small rock. As the rock fell down the fire stairs of metal it almost echoed trough the completely quiet block.
The woman starred at the place where Sakura was standing, they could not see her but they knew she was there. An older lady opened her window after hearing the notice and notices the four girls at the phone boot. The girls quickly notice this and run away into the dark.
Sakura waits until the older lady closes her window again before jumping down on the street again. Quietly she makes her way to the phone boot, making sure the girls where gone. After a while she walks into the phone boot and checks around wondering what the girls where searching for.
Sakura examines the ceiling and notices a hole in one of the corners. She pushed up the thin ceiling and there laid a small wooden box, not noticeable at all. She takes the box down and opens it gently.
Sakura starred horrified at the large amount of money that was in the little box. Not knowing what to do she silently put the box back over the ceiling. She closes the ceiling properly, trying to make the hole less noticeable. After that she quietly walks back home.
The next day the teacher brings up the murder on her lesson and asks the students what they think about the murder.
"What do we care?! We didn't even know her!" a guy at the front row shouted out, probably tired of the big fuss. It's not as if this is the first murder around here or anything special at all.
"We knew her!" a girl shouted back at him." She went in our parrel class!"
With those words many girls started to sob and guys starred in chock. Sakura was the only one that did neither, only sitting there thinking about the murder on her own.
"Well then... Sakura, what do you think about the murder?" the teacher asked.
"I wonder..." she mumbled she then wakes up from her daydreaming and said with a confused voice. "What? No, no nothing at all".
Everyone in her class starred at her but quickly lost interest and started to speak lively with each other.
"Quiet!" the teacher shouts as she starts to give out sheets of paper to everyone. "I hope you haven't forgotten that we have a math test today!" Everyone except Sakura sighed deeply as the test began.
After the test, Sakura got her books and rushed home. When she comes home, her father has yet to come home. As he is a superintendent in the police force and he must surely have some information of the murder. She hacks into her father's computer and quickly finds information of the murder of Madoka Katou. She skimmed trough the report and found both important and unimportant information about the murder. Madoka had been seriously tortured before being shot to death.
Before she could read trough the report properly, the door in the hall opened. Sakura quickly shuts off the computer and rushes upstairs. She safely made it upstairs into her room as she heard her father talk.
"Would you like some coffee? I also bought some new tealeaves yesterday if you rather have that."
"Coffee would be nice, thank you. Do you live here alone?" Says a light feminine voice.
"I have lived alone for two and a half years"
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"
"My only daughter died," he said in an indifferent voice.
"Oh... I'm so sorry!"
"Shall we get to work? The coffee will be finished soon so you can go sit down in the living room. "he sais as he walks into the kitchen.
Sakura quietly closes the door to her bedroom and falls down in her bed with tears falling from her emerald green eyes.
"I'm not her daughter any longer, what must I do for him to accept me as his daughter again?" she whispers between her sobs.
She picks up her diary and starts writing.
Dear mr. Diary
What must I do for my father to accept me as his daughter again?
Maybe if I solve the murder of Madoka he may think that what happened 2½ years ago never happened. I don't know if I even regret what I did but I only want a father again.
I miss them… So very much though.
Good night mr. Diary, thank you for listening.
She puts the pen on her bed night table and walks to a corner of her room. And removes a poster from her wall. There was a hole in the wall where she placed her diary so that no one could find it. When she puts er diary in the wall she feels something, something she hasn't noticed before. Something hard and like a rectangle, a book. She was about to pick it up as she heard the woman saying her goodbyes. Sakura pins up the poster again and waits until the woman closes the front door behind her before Sakura goes down to prepare dinner.
A/N: I wrote this story two years ago in Swedish, so now I'm changing it to make it better and translating it to English This will not take long time to update but because of this one my ItaSaku may take longer to put up (oh the last chapter in it and all...). Ino will come in next chapter
For those who really want to know: No, I can't write comedy or anything funny, it has never happened and it probably will never happen either . ''
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