~Prologue, A Bird Who Clipped Her Own Wings~
Mommy always told me to try my hardest. She knew that I could do better. She knew that I just wasn't doing my fullest. What she didn't understand was that I was simply unmotivated. Then again, It wasn't really her fault, I suppose. It was me who wore that bubbly happy mask in front of everyone else. But it wasn't completely my fault, either. I didn't know that I would fall into playing the role so well. So the bubbly role stuck on, creating another me. The new me took over, took control. I was pushed back, deemed a fake that she created, and not the other way around. Every time I was revealed to the world, it was as an annoying, perverted brat. I constantly annoyed her, because I wanted her life to just be as miserable as mine. Although that was quite the humiliating part to play, I did enjoy making fun of my dear, dear copy who took my place. Call it a petty revenge if you want. It was a good way to distract her from noticing that that I was gathering power to overthrow her.
No one suspected me to be the real me. Not even "Outer" herself, foolish fake who thought I was one her side. So I bid my time, and while "Outer" continued to believe her to be the real me, I gathered power, slowly stealing her's to make me stronger and her weaker. When she fell in love with Sasuke, I nearly broke my cover. I lost quite the bit of chakra that time, when I accidently flared it up. But I waited, stealing more chakra from her. It was frustrating, not being able to produce chakra of my own. The chakra produced was only going towards her, since she was the one who was using the body. I simply took chakra from her whenever she was using a jutsu, or simply anytime she was simply expelling the slightest chakra, not that she used it often in the first place. What, you thought I was born with such low chakra reserves? Civilian clan or not, I wasn't born with that little chakra. No, the only reason "Sakura" had such small reserves was because of my stealing her chakra.
It is now seven years since my copy took my place. Soon, I would be free, I could feel it in my bones…well, my mental bones anyway. I would break free of my cage, no matter if it was the cage that I locked myself up in. I, Sakura Haruno (the real one), is breaking free. Shannaro! (Does anybody know the actual meaning to 'Shannaro'? I know it means something among the lines of 'Hell yea!', but I want to have the actual meaning. Thnx ~Kasai)
So, anyone like the first chapter? Sorry if this was a bit on the short side. It is a prologue after all. I have too much ongoing projects right now, and juggling it with my school work is quite tiring. Not to mention I lose motivation to write quite easily...ah well, reviews are my lifeblood and encouragement! In the meantime, you can go to my site to check out all the books Circe and I have written. The links are all in our profile.
Updates
N.A.P. Chapter Two is going under a rewrite, seeing that I have some better ideas.
The Aftermath C.C. decided to rewrite the whole thing, under some prompting from me. I'm rewriting the torture chapter too, and it'll still stay up when I'm done revising.
My other stories on Miss Literati are unchanged, but I need a prompt for Writing Prompts. Any suggestions?
Happy reading!
~Kasai
Before I forget, any suggestions on the pairings? I couldn't decide, so many boys to choose from. Itachi, Gaara, Sasori, Shikamaru, Sas-gay...Just comment on who you think it should be. Name whoever you want it to be, and I'll do a vote of the most popular boys.