Hello people!
Yeah I know I have a lot of other stories I should work on but I needed to do this to get my muse back up. I was running low in inspiration so I decided to start this. I must say it has helped since I have a few more chapters to my other stories finally finished. Yeah sorry for the wait, I know I take a long time but at least I don't take years to update.
Also I wrote this when I was really depressed so it's a bit dark…okay it's very dark and depressing. Lots of blood, pain and all that other stuff in the beginning. I got a lot of inspiration from Elfin Lied and Hellsing. Yes, I know I'm weird, you don't need to remind me.
Now for the bad part, I don't own Naruto or this song "Wasted" by Three doors down, (that I used a few times in the Prologue at the end) in any way what so ever. (What? You think I did?) Read, enjoy and review! Flames are welcome as always. Please enjoy!
Prologue
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Save me now
Fallin' to pieces
Losin' control
Losin' achievements
This world chooses others than me
Forget this world
It's worst than me
It's all here and I've got it together,
I'm losing it all and I'm throwin' away again.
I can't seem just to see tomorrow,
But I can see that it's wasted me
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A thousand dirty prison cells lined the dark lightless wall of an underground base hidden from the human eyes with advanced skill. The cold chilling atmosphere floated heavily throughout the hallways in a ghostly ethereal way.
The smell of old dried blood hung heavily in the air so much that it was chokingly sick. Not only was it in the air but it lined the cell's floors and decorated the walls with a great abundance.
Every so many yards a small light would hang illuminating the only light hung suspended in the air, frozen like an eerie ghost or phantom. Most of the lanterns were extinguished by a chilling breeze adding to the looming darkness. No one bothered to re light them or do anything about the smell or blood that littered the walls and floors.
After all these were the slaves' quarters. Were the trash of the trash dwelt, sleeping and breathing with difficulty. Most of these prisoners were young boys and girls under the age of ten, taken from their families and homes against their wills.
In one of these cells one of their prisoners dwelt, different from the rest. While most were taken against their will she was not. She couldn't be taken anywhere against her will since she had no will.
She sat there in the darkness willingly without a second thought to her doomed fate. While most kicked screamed and thrashed against their torture she hardly ever breathed a word and rarely ever moved on her own. A pair of short, shredded black shorts clung tightly to her thin hips as did a ripped, cropped top.
"I'm nothing. I'm nobody." Though a shivering pale girl with limp cherry colored pink hair that fell past her shoulders.
Her negative thinking repeated it's self over and over in her aching head as her cold emotionless eyes stared blankly ahead at the floor without blinking. Her arms were held high above her limp head, held in place by thick gray chains that sucked her chakra away, or would of if she had any.
The girl's name is Sakura, and she used to be a ninja of the hidden leaf village. But not anymore. Now she was a prisoner of the (1)Yura no Nori. It was ultimately an underground breeding prison filled mostly with young children even some infants. Sakura being just barely 16 was the oldest out of all of them. She guessed this was because once the children reached a certain age they became to powerful for the breeders and captors threatening to rebel.
She didn't know what happened to the kids once they reached that age and she really didn't care.
The only reason they kept her there was because of how willingly she submitted to their experiments and tests. Again this was something she didn't care about in the least. She knew if se started to care it would turn into anger and vengeance and she didn't want to turn down that path…not like someone had a long, long time ago. She wouldn't end up living for death.
Her concerned for her body and feelings were thrown out the window. There were some things she wouldn't let them do to her but this was the only time she showed any sigh of life or willpower during her entire stay.
She coughed letting her lungs heave out a bit of excess blood that snaked down her chin and onto the floor laying with the rest of her blood, both old and new. Some of it was black and brown telling her how old with age it was. It ran along the cracks in the floor falling into different designs.
"I wonder how much more blood I can loose untill I pass out again?" She murmered in a dead tone remembering the times when she could fall into a soft slumber with no thoughts of the ever beckoning death or pain her awakining would bring.
When they beat her some of the guards would laugh and call her 'rag doll' in a taunting manner because of how limply she would roll away, just like a rag doll. Even when she sat alone in her cell, her neck rarely supported her head letting it roll to the side in a doll like way. It might have also been because of her appearance since patches of her skin were burned or heavily stitched like a rag doll's body would be.
The patches and the stitches were not the only thing about her appearance that had changed. It might have been the drugs the tested on her but her whole body had completely morphed over the short amount of time.
Her once ugly dangly legs were a bit paler, toned and smooth around the patches as were her arms. Both void of any extra unneeded fat. Her once flat chest was now very mature matching her once stiff straight hips now curved in to perfection. Her stomach was toned and neatly tucked in accented the rest of her gorgeous body, though this might be due to the lack of food and intense training instead of one of the many drugs they used on her.
Her swan like neck arched as her pale porcelain colored face remained cast downward almost as if in shame. If she could the motivation to actually stand up she would find herself measuring in at around 5' 3" maybe 5' 4" since one of the drugs killed her growth condemning her to this height. She actually liked being short compared to how tall her ex best friend Ino was.
The annoying blond girl was a towering 5' 9" and didn't hesitate to rub it into her face when she was back in hidden leaf village her home. Her height wasn't the only thing she would tease Sakura about either. Ino had beautiful long silky hair ten times the length of her own. The cerulean eyed girl would have had a field day if she saw her in her current state.
"There, that was one thing to be thankful about..."
Sakura let a drizzle of her precious crimson red blood fall over her chapped and broken lips before pooling at her knees. Her lips felt stained from all the sour tasting liquid that pooled over them. Not like she could stop it even if he wanted to.
Oh how she longed for some warm, ramen with Naruto and Kakashi and even Sai. Just once more...once more...a time with those three. But that could never be. Not anymore.
Since her detachment from Konohagakure she seemed to care about little and attend to even less. Even her dream to become the greatest female ninja of her time was left to the bitter darkness that now consumed her once sane mind. Nothing mattered to her anymore. She felt so lifeless and hallow inside. She had nothing or rather no one to live for.
She grew up working mostly at the hospital so her social life was more or less nothing aside from Naruto and Kakashi. But Naruto moved on finding Hinata more enjoyable company than herself and Kakashi mysteriously went missing one day and never returned. Some said he was dead but she shut their voices out and hotly replied that he was too strong for that, he was still alive just a little late.
Yeah like thirteen and a half months late.
Naruto would occasionally come to visit her but she could see these were pity trips to him and that he couldn't wait to get away from her. So she distanced herself from him coming up with an excuse every time he asked her if she wanted to just hang out and talk. After a while of persisting he stopped coming. Yeah it was what she wanted, but it still hurt seeing him give up on her the way he did. Without either, her life was reduced to just work and occasionally an easy low ranking missions.
Her heart hurt so much from the loneliness that it numbed her to any other physical pain they could put her through. She was beginning to doubt that she didn't even had a heart anymore. By now it must be so broken and beaten that it's not even worth saving.
She felt someone come and unlock her chains before roughly dragging her down the long corridors by her scared and stitched arms. They screamed in pain as the feeing of them ripping off from the rest of her body consumed her. Yet she didn't even grunt in pain or protest as the treatment continued. Screaming would hurt her lips and cracked throat too much.
Her dark emerald green eyes closed before opening again after a brief moment of rest. Her long dark lashes obscuring her vision as her eyelids refused to completely open resting at the halfway point. Her chest rose and fell slightly with each and every breath her weak and fragile lungs managed to beat out.
She knew where they were taking her and by now , to no surprise, she really didn't care. They were taking her to what she referred to as the 'drug' room. That was where the injected various drugs and temperaments into her body testing them on her and monitoring her reaction to all of them. Some made her hot some made her cold, some gave her the sensation of falling. Some of the made her feel as if she were on fire or being torn apart. Some made her scream in pain and cry blood red tears.
"Put her there," someone called in the sea of hazed over faces.
"Yes sir. Is there anything else?"
"Just get me the toxin and move out of the way."
A pair of strong arms lifted her onto a table and forced her back into a laying position as various cords and patches were placed over her body to monitor her reactions on a computer screen. The cold metal against her snow colored exposed flesh sent shivers up and down her spine. She could faintly feel the prick of one of their long cold needles piercing her skin as the unknown liquid was forced into her system.
Her eyes rolled down to her side to catch a glimpse of a dark murky yellow liquid. For the first minuet nothing happened as the drug cycled through her system, but alas the blissful numbness could not last forever and soon the drug began to take effect. First the nerves sparked with pain followed by a squeezing sensation that surrounded her lugs and heart. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as the plain white room around her started to spin rapidly.
A rapid beeping sounded to her left as a machine shrieked erratically. She felt so dizzy as her balance was distorted making to ceiling and walls shift and change. Soon she was seeing double of everything. Their smiling faces and their huge menacing grins spun around her taunting her, teasing her, poking fun at her and her pain.
Her body began to shiver in need of heat as it became alarmingly cold before she broke into a fit. Her body heaved up and down before twisting and turning wildly reacting to the vile drug as it flowed through her system. Her head swished back and forth as her arms and legs thrashed around her widely. Her eyes open wide, hazed over and completely white as the began to go into REM or rapid eye motion when the eye moves back and forth so fast it can not be seen.
It's pain shot through her again and again and again like lightning or fire as it tore her up on the inside a roaring rang in her ears as the feeling of a thousand hammers descending upon her skull rippled throughout her mind.
She couldn't do anything...anything but...
'Scream.'
She couldn't hold it in any more and screamed, adding to their smiles. She screamed widely in a shrieking pitch that shattered a few vials nearby spilling their contents out onto the floor.
The small scarred girl let the drug do this to her. If she really wanted to she could have suppressed it but she didn't. She let it take over her shattered and worthless meaningless life. The effort needed to much will power for someone like her.
A though flashed through her mind about her friends wondering if they would care about her before it was replaced by the grim reality. No, they wouldn't care, no one would care about her and that was why she didn't care about herself. Why she didn't care about the pain or he beatings or the mistreatment. No one else cared about her so why should she care about herself. Sakura whimpered at the realization hit her again. No… one… cared.
The drug began to eat away at her consciousness as she felt herself fall further and further away from reality. Before she drifted completely away she could faintly her their voices talking about how she might be ready for 'it'. She didn't know what 'it' was and at the moment it was the least of her problems. All she wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up.
'Sleep.'
She heard the word (2) Karasu murmured several times but once again she didn't care. Sleep seemed too sweet a thing to ignore.
Someone picked her up roughly to make room for some other unlucky child she knew nothing of. Sakura let her eyes stare down at her long thin legs trailing behind her covered in burns and scars sewed together with thick black string. They were dragging her to a new cell in a more secure part of the secret underground compound.
'Why was that?' She wondered lazily as her brain began to pick up a bit before falling back down.
The guard roughly tossed her into a new empty cell across from another empty cell much like her own not bothering to chain her up knowing she couldn't do anything.
How long was she kept in this place? Three days, a week, a few months? Most likely more since her hair was now past her shoulders and down to her elbows in a slight wave. Before she was captured it was just barley above her shoulders straightened nicely void of the knots and tangles that now choked her dawn tinted locks. Thar was how she liked it. She knew she had been here a long, long time but the exact date was still unknown to her. It was all a blur to her.
Her brown wrinkled inward as her lips bent into a sad frown as a though hit her. She was here so long and still no one has come for her. Didn't anyone miss he? Replaying the though in her mind her lips cracked upward briefly as a soft chuckled echoed from her lips causing a small stream of blood to slither down her chin and neck.
No one probably even noticed her insignificance disappearance let alone care. She brought this hell upon herself they had nothing to do with her sorrow. They had nothing to do with her anymore, period.
Her legs split away at the knees as she sat limply on the cold gray floor with her head bent forward, allowing her tangled dirty pink hair to fall around her face. Her eyes were shadowed darkly as they stared down at her pale scarred hands covered in blood that sat lifelessly on her lap.
"What do I care? This life has wasted me." She hoarsely laughed, her sore throat cracking from lack of use and water as her lips curled into a sick smile that bled even more.
She laughed almost enjoying the physical pain that numbed her to the stronger mental pain. The crimson red liquid that once flowed freely through her veins dripped down from her chin onto the stone floor into a small puddle that started darkly back at her, gleaming like the mirror of a beautiful ruby.
"This life has wasted me."
Falling down
Breaking' to bleed this blazing' machine
I can't repeat this killing' my soul
someone can feed me
All of this mess has wasted me
It's all here and I've got it together,
I'm falling apart and I'm throwing away again.
I can't seem just to see tomorrow,
But I can see that it's wasted me
But I can see that it's wasted me…
Just in case you were wondering here at the translations for you.
(1) Yura no Nori means beginning of the government…I think. A perfect name for people wanting to take over the world with a bunch of slave children.
(2) Karasu means- Raven
First part is short I know. It's not really the first chapter just the prolouge. The rest of the chapters will be much longer so don't worry about that. I just wanted to set the scene and let you get the feel of where Sakura is. Yeah really OOC I know. But she get's better later on okay.
Thank you for reading this so far and don't forget to please review.
Flames are welcome to roast my marshmallows and melt my chocolate.
Ja ne