Letters From A Killer
::Disclaimer::
I do not own Naruto
and all of it's characters and concepts. Rights to it all goes to
its respectful creators. The only thing I can lay claim to here is
the plot to this fanfiction.
::A/N::
This came to me in a
dream, and my dreams tend to be a little crazy. So what seems cool to
me may not be to you, so don't flame me if you hate it.
Sakura hated being bored. She hated having nothing to do, nobody to talk to, and most of all, she hated the fact that she had no friends to even try doing anything with. As a child, she hadn't been popular, like Ino, but she wasn't considered a loser either. She had friends then. But that was back when everything was simple, and one could sit in a puddle of mud, splashing and happy, and it was acceptable. Now, though, there was very little to do for a thirteen year old, with or without friends.
Since becoming a kunoichi, Sakura had drifted from the friends she had. Out of the small group she called her own, she was the only one to go to the academy and pursue a future as a shinobi. This very quickly drew a line between Sakura and her friends, and, before she even realized what was happening, the line became a wall. Time alone became a very valuable thing to Sakura in her earliest days of training, and between homework, practice, and spending the tiniest amount of time that was left with her family, Sakura had none left for her friends. Without hesitation, they abandoned her.
Now, times have changed. Sakura had studied and trained so much, there was nothing left for her to do. To train physically anymore would render her useless in combat due to extreme muscle cramps, and to study anymore would just be pointless. She needed something to occupy her time with. She tried making plans with others, like Ino, TenTen, and Hinata, but they always had something of their own on the go, usually within their teams. She knew that she had no chance of ever winning time with Sasuke, and the thought of entertaining Naruto for any length of time was simply out of the question. So that leaves her bored, with nothing to do, and nobody to do it with.
Frustrated and left with no other options, Sakura tossed a small stack of magazines onto her bed, and drops herself down beside them. She was leafing through a fairly recent issue of some teen magazine, when a colorful ad caught her eye. "Pen Pals Galore! We offer a very discreet and safe service, and it's free! Send your looking for letters to us, and we will send the replies back to you. From there, you get to choose who you keep as a pen pal!" The ad continued on with testimonials, followed by an address and further instructions. Sakura deliberated. Should she? It would be something to do, after all. And it's pretty risk free. "Why not?" She asked herself aloud, as she wrote her very first ad.
"Dear Prospective Pen Pals:
I am so bored with life here! I need someone to talk to outside of this dreary, monotonous realm. I honestly don't care who you are, I'm very open to anyone. All I want is some outside contact. I'm smart, kind of funny, and I'm a kunoichi. I'm 13 years old, but your age doesn't matter to me. I look forward to your replies!
Sincerely,
Sakura Haruno"
Sakura sealed her letter in an envelope, addressed it, and left her house on a quest to the postman. She was slightly happier now, knowing that in just a few days she would probably be corresponding with someone new and different from herself. She couldn't wait. With one last smile that even the happiest person alive would be envious of, she dropped the letter into the collection box.