Note: I know what you're thinking. 'another Naruto fan fic she's gonna start than bitch off and delete it'. NO. I make this promise to you if I don't finish this I will let you FLAME ME TO THE NINTH GATE OF HELL:D
I don't own Naruto or the show Revenge on which I based this on.
Song I'm listening to? Hold On, and also For You, by Angus and Julia Stone. Such a flupping perfect songs for the mood of this chapter.
Chapter 1: Prologue
This was not her story of forgiveness; in fact this was far from it.
Her small feel made its mark on the white sand beach as she walked along the water side. The memories of each childhood summer came flooding in faster than the clear blue ocean water could. A bitter ghost of a smile raced around her soft pink lips. The rain by now had completely drenched her small 5ft 92lb frame.
"Daddy how long can we stay here?" the little girl with pink hair and piercing emerald eyes asked. She poured the bucket down on the beach house porch. "Because I just love it" she kneeled down and looked at her father who was grilling some lobster, shrimp, and salmon to eat for dinner that night.
"As long as the summer air is around" he replied to his daughter. Hikaru Haruno's face couldn't help but smile while looking at the little girl he was blessed to call his own. "So how do you like Konan as your new mommy Sakura?" sakura pouted a bit and her father gave her a questioning glance.
"She's not my new mom. No one can ever replace mommy. Konan is just like a fill in for her. I guess she's okay but…..something about her is trippy."
"Trippy?" Hikaru laughed at his four year olds vocabulary. "Where did you learn that one?" just then the Harunos noticed it was sunset. "Time to go in Saki" she smiled and nodded to her father as he placed the last set of sea food onto a plate and lead her inside.
They sat at the dining table and awaited to blue haired member of the family. There was a knock on the door and sakura announced she would get it. Her hair whipped past her as she raced to the door. Eager to begin the feast Sakura grabbed the white handle and yanked the door open.
Her smile soon faded at what she saw. Her scream echoed through the house.
The now 18 year old orphan turned around and looked at the beach house she spent her happiest of moments inside. For this summer it was hers. For this summer, they would regret it.
For this summer, she would get her revenge.
As said before…this was not her story of forgiveness.
Note: Short I know but this is the prologue. The next will be much longer. Review, subscribe, and most of all enjoy.
OH OH OH Here is how the beach house looks like cause when I describe it, it might be hard to picture! : .
