Warning: Abuse and slight Sasuke and Karin bashing later on. You have been warned.
I don't own Naruto. Seriously…
Chapter 1
Sakura sat in the hall outside her room at the orphanage. The pink-haired teen stared at the door. It had a number on it, Number 12. Under it Sakura and her roommate had written their names. Now it said Sakura in pretty pink flowing writing and it said Temari in spiky black lettering. Her roommate, who Sakura thought of as her sister, was an open Goth. Sakura assumed it was from her childhood. She didn't know much about Temari besides the fact that she ran away from home when she was eight, she was now 17, and the family she had lived with before had been physically abusive. She didn't even know her last name.
Sakura hadn't known that until she had moved into the orphanage.
That was the problem. Temari had realized as soon as she met Sakura, who was then in 6th grade, that the girl was verbally abused. Temari had befriended her, spied on her and made certain. She told the head of the orphanage. Sakura had been taken from her home and sent to the orphanage. She and Temari had always shared a room. Even though Sakura hung out with the popular crowd and Temari was Goth, they were still best friends. Sakura had the prickly feeling of owing Temari. Especially since Temari had just rescued her from a boy who had been harassing her. No one messed with Temari. They knew she was tougher than nails.
But Temari didn't need help. Sakura wanted to do something nice for her but no one could think of anything. She was just about to ask Temari if there was anything she wanted. All Sakura needed was the guts to ask.
She opened the door. Temari was sitting on her bed facing the wall. Her blond hair was pulled back into four ponytails. It had black streaks near the ends. Sakura couldn't see her face. She was wearing a black tank top with netting sleeves. She wore ripped black jeans. Sakura greeted her enthusiastically.
"Hey Temari! What's up?" Temari turned to face her friend. Sakura's eyes got wide. The black eye makeup that she was wearing was smeared with tears. "What's wrong? What is it?" Temari almost never cried.
"Its my family." Sakura's eyes widened even more. She knew nothing about Temari's family. Temari always shut up the moment someone asked her about her family. "Tsunade-san was talking to the therapist when I went in." They all went to weekly appointments, Temari's was about three hours earlier.
"Yeah?"
"They were talking about two boys found in a home in Suna." Suna was the name given to the slums. "The police got a call from a new neighbor saying that they heard the sounds of something hitting something and someone screaming in pain. The police raided the house and found a man and two boys in their teens. The man was arrested and the boys were brought to the ANBU center." ANBU was the Abused, Neglected, Beaten Unit. They took new kids and made sure they were alright. "One of the kids wouldn't talk but the other one identified them as Kankuro and Gaara Sabaku. 16 and 15."
"Mhm?" Sakura asked.
"They were asked if they had any family other than their father. The other boy said they had a sister but they didn't know if she was still alive. Her name was Temari, he said, and she had run off when she was eight." Sakura gasped.
"You?" Temari nodded.
"That's what Tsunade-san thought too. She asked me if I knew them."
"Do you?" Sakura prodded. "Do you have siblings?"
"They are my family." Temari started sobbing again. "My little brothers. I ran off and left them behind since I couldn't take them with me. My mom died a long time ago and my dad was abusive. He must have gotten much worse since I left." She buried her face in her hands. Sakura sat down on Temari's bed next to her.
"Tell me." She said comfortingly. Temari looked up.
"Alright."
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