Hey Everyone! This is Serenity speaking! Jessica(Eww. I hate my name :o)
(LOLZ! xD)and I would like to welcome you to our first story together! :D Please enjoy and don't forget to review!
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I personally don't mind Karin too much (I'm saying I like her), but, she fitted the maid category for this story.
And yes, it's an Alternate universe - I think this story is going to turn out pretty cool:D
Sorry for any typos - I was to lazy too fix them :o
When the world falls apart, who is there to catch you?
The end is a scary place to start.
"Will you be there when I break?"
The world is indeed cruel; unforgiving and filled with false hope.
The winding road taken through life
comes to an end when everything seems right.
"Can we choose our fate?"
The hope that serenity will come from goodness; a dream.
In a world filled with hardships,
The winding road, never seems to end.
Ding!
That sound. The one that once gave her chills down her spine; a sparkle in her eye, has now caused her nostalgia; remorse. For she, was to face the one person she never wished to harm in anyway. Standing in the arena with a flag above their heads, only one will make it out alive. That concept she knew well. A lurching in her stomach appeared as she gripped it tightly, trying to prevent herself from making a pained noise; the look of horror on her face as a lone tear fell from emerald orbs.
"Sasuke…kun" his name seemed like taboo as it slipped in the softest whisper from her lips. His name was bittersweet as it rolled off her tongue fluently; as if she had the right to say it with all it's magnificence. Jade traveled across the dirtied floor as it settled on the built figure across from the girl's position.
Onyx hair flared out in the back, bangs covering the front of his face as it gave him a mysterious look. His fighting clothes were form fitting; his shirt black as it sculpted his perfect arms and lean torso. He wore black baggy pants and matching shoes to finish off the attire, He gave her a pained expression as his coal colored eyes settled on her trembling form. In front of him, she was always weak and defenseless. Even now, in a place she was considered to be strong and independent. Now, she stood before him, trembling and in a weakened state, barely holding on to her sanity.
"Sakura…You and I both know there is no way out of this." The crowd around them was of little importance as their chants and yells were mere buzzing sounds in the fighters' ears. Nothing held importance but the words they exchanged to one another. Sakura cringed as she listened to his words.
"I know" She hesitated as her words came from her mouth freely, her thoughts hardly on the fact that the bell to begin had already rung.
Ding!
The sound echoed again through the taunting arena as they stared at one another, Sasuke shifting uncomfortably as their eyes met and clashed.
"I don't know what to do Sasuke…I can't…I can't fight you!" Tears started falling from reddened eyes as Sakura took a step towards the frozen Uchiha. He looked as if he were pondering on fighting the girl; not knowing what else to do. They wouldn't be able to get out of a situation such as this. How could they? They were in the match to win; and that meant killing the opponent in any means necessary. It was a gruesome thing; but the thrill was captivating; the adrenaline- intoxicating. When born and raised in a life that held no meaning; no purpose but to serve for hardly anything; fighting to the death seemed to be the most fitting option.
The girl heard a troubled sigh escape the man's lips as he rubbed the back of his hair, a habit she learned he preformed when troubled with his endless thoughts. She had always found it cute, but in a time like this, it worried her.
"Sakura…" She heard his voice call out to her as she choked on a sob that suddenly escaped from her throat. In a flash, he appeared in front of her, his hands cupping her face as his worrisome eyes met her own. "I'll let you kill me, Sakura. Please…I won't let you die here. Not shamelessly."
The pink haired girl shook her head furiously, soft whimpers of defiance escaping her puffy pink lips.
"I told you, "I can't, Sasuke-kun! I…" The girl let her eyes drop as Sasuke kept his gaze planted on her figure, pink strands sticking and framing her face.
"You…What, Sakura?" He let a thumb move over her reddened cheek as he let his onyx eyes show a hint of worry in their dark depths.
"I…Love you." The man's breath hitched as he grunted, his head falling in despair as his grip became tighter, the woman's hands moving to his wrist.
"Don't say that…Please. It just makes everything harder. You know what we ha-"
"No! We are not going to go through with this you ca-"
"I have to, Sakura!" Her Emerald eyes widened in shock, confusion mixing with sadness rushing through them. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to prevent another series of tears to form and fall onto her already stained cheeks. "There is nothing left for me…" The girl shook her head as she gave her famous smile; the one thing he was always captivated by.
"You have me…Am I nothing?" The boy looked up from the floor to meet the face of a smiling girl; just as when he had met her. Beautiful and charming. He remained silent as the girl moved her hand to wipe a dirt streak off his defined cheekbones. "Do you remember when we met?"
Sasuke scoffed at her words. Of course he remembered. Such a memory was hard to forget. The girl took his reaction as a signal to continue.
"Through everything, you changed me; made me a better person in way even I can't explain. I know I have done the same to you…Or at least…I hope I have done the same for you…" At her sentence, she looked down, a small smile plastered to her face of their recurring memories. If only he knew how much she loved him.
"After everything we've been through, it's hard to believe we've gotten to this point." whispered the man suddenly. Sakura nodded, a small chuckle erupting from her mouth.
"Yes…" She replied weakly.
The winds that tickle have stopped.
The waves that carry have seized.
Where is this perfect world we wished to see?
"I won't leave you…"
Times have changed and it's time to let go.
The past that fades is quickly forgotten.
It's the ground that welcomes us when we fall.
Open arms move like the wind; like the waves.
Do they exist?
Where do you go when there is nothing?
"And to think, this is where it all starts…"
The ending….Is our beginning.
Jade eyes blinked sleep from where a small frame currently rested upon the most luxurious bed known to mankind. Silk engrossed sheets covered her like a jacket in the blistering winter, a soft light green comforter positioned above it. A sigh blew past her lips as she leaned up from the safety of her bed - where she didn't have to do petty tasks - and her eyes met with the sunlight peeking through thin curtains that barely hid the sun blazing through her huge city-view window.
"Sakura!" A shrill voice collided with her ears from beyond her French door and she flickered her gaze to the wood where she could mentally see her mothers handmaiden clumsily flopping across the white tiles towards her sanctuary.
Frantically, Sakura slipped out of her covers, drawing back her blinds to enlighten her room with the ever-growing light. Her fingers moved gracefully towards her hair where she hastily pushed down the loose ends, to make herself look prim and proper. One must look presentable and clean in the morning when summoned, she was told once during etiquette lessons.
Her pink lips moved swiftly across each other as she moistened them with her saliva trying desperately to calm her nerves. She hated the handmaid who talked in such an agonizing voice, always ordering her around, telling her her back was too slackened, or that she was pathetic for being a daydreamer.
"Yes?" Her voice come out quipped but she softened the tone once the handle to her door had been pushed down, opening to reveal ragged red locks with glowing red eyes. Karin. She shuddered involuntarilly as she watched the girl shake her hips while she took her time to approach Sakura.
"Mrs. Would like you in her office by ten o'clock, miss Sakura." Karin hissed, putting emphasis on the miss - her parents had been over forceful with her life, ordering her that by when she turned eighteen she'd need a wonderful man to be her husband. Of course her parents were the kind that believed marriage was happily formed by arrangement, but they were lenient enough to agree that if she could find a good enough suitor of her choice they could marry.
She snorted to herself as she thought of the ways her parents tried to make her happy, yet she knew they wouldn't like any man she fell in love with, because, men they always picked were so high class and didn't bother with the lower class or creatures roaming the dusty streets of Konoha. Why couldn't she be like others? Be free and able to find her purpose in life? She was living a cliche tale where she was surrounded with comfort but wanted more - wanted a life outside of her raining luxury. It made her laugh to know something her parents would never find out.
"What're you laughing at? This is no laughing matter, miss Haruno! Do you hear me? Report!"
"I understand, Karin." Her voice silenced Karin with the simplisticness of her soft yet agitated tone, Karin should then know to back off and leave Sakura to getting presentable enough for her mother - the perfect goddess every lower citizen looked up to. She was simply a political figure - the government controlled all actions and decisions with their corrupting lives.
Karin bowed albeit reluctantly and stepped across Sakura's white plush carpet to make her way to whatever duties she had been ordered to prepare. She hoped it had been kitchen duty, so a loyal and hardworking servant could lounge around all day while Karin had to clean up the grease and other substances that accumulated. Sakura set to making her bed so other maids wouldn't fuss over it since her beg was too large that when she curled up into her protective stance during sleep she barely moved even a foot from the bedframe.
Rummaging her way through her walk in closet, she pulled out an elegant white dress with pink cherry blossoms scattered on the front top, and comfortable white sandals she used in her training. Knowing that her mother would scold her for wearing a strap-showing dress she yanked out a small white sweater that reached to the ends of her breast and definitely covered her shoulders.
Sighing to no end, her fingers fumbled with a faucet as she prepared her bath. To pass time her eyes ran over her figure in the mirror - She wasn't lacking self-esteem she thought she was pretty but lacked the ability to be called beautiful. Ivory smooth skin, button nose, soft pink lips, long, layered pink hair, sparkling infinite jade eyes - men found her to be the essence of beauty. She had to disagree, for when she peeked a glance at young women walking the streets she seemed normal in comparisson. Shaking out of her reverie, she slid into the scalding bath water which she found refreshing because it soothed her tight strains, and washed away her worries. Her fingers ran over her arms that were lean but packed with slight muscle. She wasn't weak, she could fight. She fought very well indeed.
Washing away the slime she heard her mother always complain about - When you sleep sweetie, dirt attacks you horrendously! - her bath finished where she smelled sweet as strawberries and her dress was placed carefully along her slim frame, along with her sweater. Her shoes plastered against her polish-free feet, and she began to blow dry her hair to obtain to her mothers approval.
Approval, approval, approval. The mere word brought pure anger in her eyes, and her cheery facade dampened.
Now staring at herself in the mirror she found a poised, sophisticated girl on the outside with shiny pink hair, and dull virdigris eyes, and she hated it. On the inside she was lonely, and wanted a purpose to live in life. She wasn't suicidal, she just wished she could explore the outside world and live like the lower class, it sounded romantic. She knew all about their hardships and desperately wanted to help. Not as if her parents would ever allow that to happen.
Her white sandals clashed against her carpet, and endless white tiles as she made her way towards her parents study where they deemed their duties for the day as mere marionettes for the government - for the head of everything, Orochimaru - and if she ever speaked those words she'd be gravely punished. So she bit her tongue, and held her head up high for more days in her miserable life.
She bristled through the meeting where her parents were told to smile cheerily through the huge window on their highest floor where they were displayed for the commoners to see, and she was propositioned with attending a secret meeting with Orochimaru or wallowing up in her room wishing she could go outside. She picked the formal, hoping with all her might they would do something exciting.
Orochimaru indeed had something exciting planned - a question that would change her whole life forever, and alter her views on the world.
His voice hissed malticiously in her ear - like a snake - as he leaned down to her level, looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Sakura, would you join the Demagogue?"
As her eyes were bargained with the sole freedom she hesitated though when she saw the Demagogue for what it really was, an underground fighting arena for the upper class to enjoy. The government provided sufficient fighters that fought to their very grave for money and cheap enjoyment. But, it was a way to pull herself out of her self solitude. She turned to Orochimaru not knowing that her next words brought a glint to Orochimaru's eyes who had a special plan for this misunderstood girl, and answered.
"Yes."
Fighting for your freedom to benefit anothers satisfaction always comes with a price.
A deadly price.