the prologue; s e c r e t s
rating; M+
warning; love, violence, and things so wildly insane they will give you seizures or minor heart attacks.
disclaimer; I don't own Naruto, but everyone would love it if I did.:3
other; I'm near a hundred percent sure this entire thing is all originally my idea. If there are any ideas in different stories involving my ideas, without my credit to them, please tell me.
Wet, salty fluids trailed rapidly down my translucent cheeks as my small shoes made soft clatters against the Konaha roads, the wind swishing around my rosette pink locks of hair. Why was I forced to be so different than the others? My rosy lower lip quivered as I slowed to a stop in front of my house. I straightened out the bangs hiding my forehead momentarily before entering the Haruno manner. Gingerly, clutching my plain little black school back, I wandered up the elegant stairway to my front door, and, using the new key my mother had given me, I unlocked the door and pushed it open lightly. My soft jade orbs studied the warm, yet still large house. "M-mother? I'm home," I called softly, and quickly following the sounds of my small, timid voice was the hurried pitter-patter of footfalls against lovely wooden stairs.
A look of concern flashed across my mother's pretty face. "Have a bad first day?" She murmured, wrapping one arm around me in comfort. My lip quivered again as my throat grew tight. "How about you sit here on the couch and calm down while I make you an afternoon snack, and we can discuss it then." Her soft, warm fingers wiped at the fresh tears streaking down my face as I nodded. "Alright, I'll be back in a second sweetie." I grabbed a nearby pillow, and squeezed it tightly against my torso, sobbing quietly into its silky, soft texture.
It seemed like only moments later before I heard the soft sound of something being placed lightly onto the table in front of the couch I was currently sitting on. My eyes flickered momentarily above the pillow as I lowered it to find my favorite snack of daifuku waiting for me with herbal tea. My tiny arms reached for one of the delicious rice cakes eagerly, my small hands finally wrapping around the delicious treat, I pulled the snack towards me. I parted my lush lips and bit down into the soft rice cake, the wonderful taste entering my mouth already making me happier, calming me down from the hideous day. "Are you ready to talk to me?" My mother asked quietly, pulling a few stray strawberry blond strands of hair away from her face.
My gentle emerald gaze wandered up towards her pretty face, and she wrapped a warm, reassuring arm around me. After another bite of my daifuku, I nodded. "My hair is a pink color while everyone else has pretty blond or brown hair. My skin is paler, too. Mother, why am I different than all the other girls at school?" I asked her quietly, skipping the part about my large forehead. That was really what had made me upset earlier, but I decided to dismiss that problem and speak of it another time with my mother. Her soft blue eyes looked down curiously at me, as if she knew I was leaving something out. "Mother, I know it was just how I was born, but it's hard being different than the rest of the girls." I told her quietly.
I watched her bite at her lower lip, as if contemplating whether to tell me something or not. "Sakura, I know we should have told you this sooner, but we were afraid to, honey." She began quietly, her smooth, fair-skinned face absolutely serious as she spoke. Her eyes had a sincere, sorry expression to them though as I looked into their sea of icy blue color.
"Was I adopted?" I whispered quietly, my eyes wide and round. For the age of only five, I was very intelligent and mature, not to mention quite strong, so I felt the hurt seep into my fragile heart almost immediately. My mother pressed her lips together in a thin line and merely nodded, causing my eyes to water. "Why didn't they want me, Mother?" I managed to choke out, a new trail of tears streaming down my face.
Her soft hands squeezed my shoulder gently, and pulled me into a light hug. "Sakura," She murmured into my ear softly, taking in a deep breath. "You should also know the rest of the story." I looked up curiously, my throat still tight, but I managed to cease crying out of curiosity. "The skills you have...how mature you are...these things basically flow through the blood in your veins." I blinked slightly, not understanding what she was getting at. "Y-your really related to the Uchiha Clan. Your real name is Kazumi Uchiha," She paused to take in a deep breath. I couldn't move, or speak. I could hardly breathe for that matter. "Your hair was the color of all Uchiha's; a beautiful raven color, as your skin was as pale as theirs." Her crystal eyes wandered down towards the snacks she had laid out and grabbed a daifuku, taking a large bite from the rice cake.
I took a few smaller ones from my own as well, and drank some of the tea to chase it all down. "Why didn't you keep my name, or my hair color?" I asked her curiously, my hands trembling. I wondered if I ever walked into the Uchiha complex if anyone would notice me as one of their own.
"It wasn't safe, you would have been killed as soon as your identity was realized." She responded, sipping at her own tea now. My brilliant jade eyes grew wide in surprise, my expression almost begging her to continue. "But that story is for another time." My mother told me quietly, her expression deeply serious now as she added, "Sakura, you must tell no one of this, do you understand?" She asked me, her voice low and quiet, though her expression was firm.
I nodded at her. "I promise I won't, Mother." I responded quietly, neatly placing my empty cup, which had once been filled with herbal tea, onto the silver platter with a remaining daifuku. Before I could try to grab it, though my mother had the silver platter being carried into the lavish kitchen. I sighed quietly before rising back up to my feet and wandering up the stairs, mentally repeating my name inside of my head in prayer I wouldn't forget it. Kazumi Uchia.
Gasp.
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