Legend Written in Pink
Chapter 1
Alright, I'll try to keep this at a T level. I'm not worried about the romance getting out of hand, but the violence might. I'll do my best, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, DETTEBAYO!
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Seventeen year old Sakura Haruno sighed, walking down the long stone road between a brothel and a bakery. He long pink hair was left to hang loosely around her delicate frame, though that was frowned upon by the gentlewomen of her society, she liked it this way. Her emerald green eyes batted daintily, her long lashes brushing against her pale skin. She was on the short side, and overly dainty, slim, and graceful. All she wore was a gray loose cotton shirt and matching shorts, both of which had been white at one point.
A man loomed at the corner, wearing a hooded cloak so that his facial features were not distinguishable. He was obviously a man, though, by his broad shoulders.
Sakura looked around her, noticing she was all alone. She took a step backwards, her soft cloth moccasins not making a noise.
Suddenly, he charged at her, his feet pounding furiously against the stone, as he lurched forward, grabbing her rose locks in his fist and yanking sharply.
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"Aiiiee!" A voice yelped, close by. It was a female voice, decidedly so by the high octave.
Sasuke Uchiha, a man who had been previously enjoying the finest ale at the brothel, rushed towards the shriek, knocking over the stool he'd been sitting on in the process. He was a fine looking lad, with raven black hair spiked backwards, dark and mysterious obsidian eyes, delectably pale skin that wasn't marred by a single scar or blemish. Yes, he was a handsome man indeed, and he had pride in this fact. However, he wore a cap over his hair, so that he would not be recognized.
He rushed into the alley, and saw the most beautiful being he'd ever seen in his life, who was being attacked by a filthy street rat.
He assaulted the man, his fist connecting with the man's face, sending him skidding in the other direction.
With a cry of pain, the man ran in the other direction. Soon, he was out of the Uchiha's sight.
"Coward!" Sasuke yelled after the fleeing figure, as he knelt down to aid the sobbing beauty.
She was like an angel. A god among insects. Her cascading pink hair draped over her shoulders. She was so pale, so small, that it seemed almost impossible for her to be alive. As if when he touched that fragile girl, she would crumble into nothing. "Fair Miss," Sasuke kissed her hand, "May I ask your name, sweet angel?"
She stood up sharply, bringing her foot to connect with his, knocking him over.
"Hey, what are you-" He growled, as obsidian eyes met determined emerald.
She placed a foot onto his face, pressing him into the cold stone. She slipped his bracelets and rings off, squeaking with awe at each one she saw.
"You worthless little thief." Sasuke grumbled, attempting to struggle.
"Quiet, you." She silenced him with a kick, keeping him pressed firmly to the ground with her foot.
Sasuke felt himself start to lose consciousness. Whoever this girl was, she was a lot stronger than she appeared. He felt her search his pockets, pulling out his large wad of money. He heard her gasp, and tiny footsteps as she ran off.
'Pink haired theiving bitch.'
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"Shikamaru!" Sakura shouted, bursting into her little thatch home.
Said man frowned at her, taking off his hood. "You better have gotten a lot of money," Shikamaru muttered, "That man punched me in the face."
"Who cares about that?" Sakura snorted, pulling out the large wad of money, "This is enough to pay rent for a few years!"
"Sakura-chan?" A feeble little voice whined from the mat.
"Ah, Kohana-chan!" Sakura ran over to the little six year old girl.
Kohana had black hair and ice blue eyes. She was very pale, and had always been sickly, since the day Sakura had taken her in.
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'Fourteen year old Sakura had been wandering around the village, looking for a victim to rob. She had only begun her life of thievery, and was fairly amateur in the act, so was very cautious about what person she would choose. It was early January, and the village was laced with snow.
It was then that she noticed a shivering mass on the corner of the stone road.
It was a little girl, still a toddler, with short black hair and unfocused ice blue eyes. She was covered in snow, as though she'd been out here a long time, and given up on brushing off the snow.
"Kami," Sakura shouted, "Little girl, are you okay?"
The little girl didn't respond. only continuing to stare blankly at the snow.
With a sigh, Sakura picked the girl up bridal style, carrying her towards her own home. She barely had enough to feed herself, but she would make ends meet. She always had.'
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It's been three years since Kohana had been brought into her home, which had before only consisted of Shikamaru and herself. Sakura had always had a soft spot for children, so whenever they find a child they always bring them into the home.
That was how Ai, Jiro, Michi, Suzuki, and baby Leiko were found. Each was found on the streets, each Sakura had willingly and kindly taken in. Shikamaru never minded, him and Sakura had always been the closest of friends.
"Everyone! Come here!" Sakura called out, waiting for everyone to pile into the room.
"Just tell us already!" Shikamaru sighed in his frustration, "You troublesome woman."
"Sakura-chan! You're home!" Ai ran out. He was dirty blond, with warm brown eyes. He was nine years old, and wore a brown shirt and faded gray shorts. He had a bandage wrapping around his left knee, from a scab he got attempting to steal from someone stronger than him.
Jiro ran forward, hugging her leg, "Shikamaru got punched in the face!" He noted, looking up at her with innocent green eyes. He was seven, with black hair in a low ponytail. He had a black shirt and shorts.
Michi shied her head out from the doorway, her face covered by long, chocolate colored hair. She said nothing, but tilted her head in a welcoming gesture. Dhe had a long black dress.
Suzuki came forward, holding baby Leiko. Suzuki had short, caramel colored hair with a red ribbon to tie the loose strands back. Her eyes were a soft gray. She smiled softly, muttering, "What'd you get?" Suzuki was seven years old.
Baby Leiko only whined in aggrivation. Her hair was soft and curly, a dainty shade of red. Her eyes were a saphire blue, and she had little freckles across her face.
"Look what I got!" She whipped out the bills, showing off her prize.
"Whoa!" Ai grinned, "That's a lot!"
Jiro shot her a mischievous glace, "Who'd you get that from?"
Sakura grinned, "Well..."
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"Little brother, I hope you've chosen a wife." A man who looked a lot like his brother asked, smirking slyly, "Or the King will be upset."
"You can call him Father, you know. Actually, I have found a wife to be, Itachi." Sasuke gave an arrogant smirk in return.
"Oh, really? And who will that be?" Itachi gave him a shocked expression.
"Well, I don't know her name. But I do know she has pink hair." Sasuke sighed.
"Pink? And how did you meet think pink haired girl?" Itachi chuckled at the thought. Pink.
"Oh, she mugged me."
There was a long silence, until Itachi muttered, "Really?"
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Somewhat short, but that's what you're getting for a first chapter. But, on the bright side, the more reviews I get, the faster and longer the updates. So, review it up, people!
~Ginny