I felt myself fall. Further than ever. Into madness.

"I wonder. Is this all just an illusion?"

"Never darling, I will be here with you forever."

That mirror self of her just sat around. Beside that stupid goddamned violin that she wanted (needed) to forget. Her other self was everything she wanted to be. But couldn't be.

Her other self had short spikey hair that frayed around like a pixies. Bangs into the side, tucked into her glasses. Her favourite. With clothing that would have brought Naruto to happiness, and Sasuke in a panic attack.

That was all, till it faded into darkness.

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Pink hair was pressed against a mirror. She hated life.

A palm pressed against a mirror. A moment of insanity filled the silent that lingered to long. The palm slowly retracted, excruciating slow. Before speeding forward, a sickening crunch was heard.

Shards of the mirror shattered everywhere, leaving scratches, messes, and blood everywhere.

Her blood.

Sakura's blood.

Lifting her head, (ignore the pain, ignore it) she saw herself. Her eyes, no, her pupils seemed endless. And empty. As empty as the universe. Her irises darkened. Emerald orbs that had once shimmered had deepened. To a intimidating forest green.

That showed horrors that most people would never believe. And hurl at. Most of them were of pain. Blood. Betrayal. Regret. Sorrow.

Sins.

Stumbling back, she felt the wall. Letting out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding as she slid down the wall. She gripped her head in her hands, shaking it as if it she were trying to get rid of something.

But what?

Her rules. Because, her rules were created because of madness. Or was it that her rules created madness? She didn't know. No one did.

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Because she was insanity herself. Madness slowly creeping upwards to her.

Why her?

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Hurried steps were heard. My sanity came back for a moment. It hit me. I had to clean up. What would everybody say? Sasuke would be worried, wouldn't he...

Or angry. This was his house after all. And breaking a mirror was just u n c o o l.

I locked the door as the sound came even closer than ever. God. Sasuke probably had his 5 senses improved if he could hear the mirror shatter. Or Naruto... I had an last resort if this ever had happened.

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"I'm so cool and I don't give a shit.~" This was all she had. She had practically sang it so he could leave her alone. Him and Naruto. Leaning against the marble counter, and turning on the tap, she pressed her left ear onto the door, hoping to hear anything on the other side.

Anything.

All that was heard were footsteps turning back on the dark marble wood.

Success!

Now...There was a serious mess that she needed to clean. And hurried.

Ugh.

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Strolling down the spiralling staircase (because Sasuke was just that rich!) in a baggy blue sweater and black, soccer shorts. As she walked past the bright colour living room, as called Naruto's room. She cursed.Lucky bastard.

Her short messy pink hair was forced up into a bun, that bounced with her stroll. Cause she was cool like that.

With a few of her bangs placed everywhere. In her face. On the side. And big thick, framed glasses were placed upon her face. That just made her look super nerdy. Well, who the fuck cared at how they looked at home anyways.

Maybe Death the Kid. But he was OCD. His problem. Not hers.

Nearing the kitchen, she spotted Sasuke. On the island kitchen. Reading a newspaper. A NEWSPAPER! What a l o s e r. Oldie. No lifer. Whatever names for a loser like him.

Snorting as she passed him, he peeked behind the paper, looking at her expectantly. As if he was waiting for her to say something.

His glasses slid down just a slight bit as silence were heard between them. His chicken butt hairstyle seemingly rustled in the non-existing wind.

Sakura was feeling paranoid under his watch... She exploded.

"W-WHAT DO YOU WANT SASUKE? JUST SAY IT FOR SHINIGAMI'S SAKE!" Her face turned into an tomato.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Carry on with your life. For a person that is to cool and doesn't give a shit." Sasuke remarked, somehow his tone had a tone of a brat. That thought he was smart...

Just as she was about to respond, the sound of their front door slamming blocked her attempts to do so. And Naruto.

"DID SOMEONE ASK FOR ME-SAMA'S PRENSENCE? I THINK SO. HERE COMES THE GOD, NARUTO-SAMA. BITC-."

As much as Sakura loved Naruto as a brother, ho could his running rival the sound of an elephants rampage. And his voice. Oh god. It sounded like a zoo. But just, well, 100000000x worst.

"Don't you dare even finish that dobe. Not in my house you assho-."

"What the fuck. What is with you people! Finish any of those sentences in my presence. Just be prepared to die." Sakura's hands were placed on her hip, in a very threatening manner.

Yet, while she glared at the pair, that had somehow were about to start a fight, just was thinking... Why weren't they aloud to swear, when she just did.

One that was probably worst than Naruto's.

And in Sasuke's house.

Shit like this happens when 3 meisters/weapons lived together. Seriously.

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We all had problems. Ugly pasts. Yet, we all found each other, now going to the school DWMA. Us, first being the 3 that could be a weapon and meister. Yes. We were unique.

Naruto being a bit more unique.

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Life was chaotic, here. But it helped bring my mind away from the insanity creeping in my head. Just for a moment.

I hope.

They were my life. My best friends. The one I could depend. They were like my brothers.

If they were ever taken away, I wonder what would happen. Would I go mad? Or become insanity itself? I wonder. Really. But, please, I do say, I'll do anything to keep them by my side.

Anything.