The Sorceress's Blunder
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Chapter 1: A simple mistake
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Sakura stared at her reflection. Pale flesh, hideous pink hair, bizarre green eyes, an unappealing figure and a too large forehead was what she saw.
Sakura was only twelve and still in the academy. She was at the top of her class when it came to brain smarts and genjutsu but not much when you saw her taijutsu and ninjutsu.
Iruka had once said she could be at the top in her class in that too if she wasn't so focused on Sasuke, which to the pink haired girl was unfathomable because come on! Who wouldn't think Sasuke-kun to be the greatest?
And she would win Sasuke-kun's heart!
But right now, Sakura stared at herself in disgust, hating how she looked. Why couldn't she be pretty like her mom? Her mother was gorgeous, with a generous figure that was perfectly proportioned, long white hair, stunning topaz eyes, a heart shaped face with milky complexion and a captivating personality.
It still boggled Sakura's mind how her mother who she had very little doubt could have any man she wanted (and she did mean ANY; she once heard her mother was sought by three Daimiyo's, two Kage's, a dozen prince's and several international clan heads) had chosen her father. Now don't get her wrong, Sakura was grateful they did get together, she would have never been born if they hadn't, but she honestly questioned her mother eyesight.
Her father, Haruno Taro was a bald headed man who was once in the ANBU's, 6'9 and was very well built. before she was born he had been captured and brutally tortured; he only had his right green eye left as the other had been completely ripped out leaving a gapping hole, one ear was chopped off, scars riddled his face as half of it had gotten infected at one point during his torture, horribly disfiguring him further, then they cut off four fingers before he was rescued.
Growing up with him Sakura had not known till she turned eight that her daddy hadn't always looked like that and for awhile didn't understand why kids her age would run screaming at the sight of him.
Sakura sighed. Love came in various forms no doubt; her parents were proof of that.
Tearing her eyes away from the unattractive girl in the mirror, Sakura decided on a walk. Maybe she could go by the training area and see Sasuke-kun!
…not that she knew his training regiment or anything…
She got two steps out her door when her mother called.
"Sakura sweetie! Your grandmother's will be here shortly and I'm going out for groceries and your father's going to be working late so can you keep her company?"
"Grandmother? She's into witchcraft or something right?"
Walking down the stairs Sakura looked at her mother, feeling agitated again that she hadn't inherited any of her goddess-like looks.
"She really is a sweet lady." Sakura's mother said in her angelic voice. It was not lost on Sakura that the white haired woman had evaded the question.
"Okay." Sakura said sulkily. She was going to miss Sasuke-kun!
"Thanks sugar!" and with that the beautiful woman left.
Sakura waited impatiently, pacing as she grumbled about not seeing Sasuke that evening.
After what felt like hours (when really it was only fifteen minutes) the doorbell rang.
Opening the door Sakura was greeted by a harlequin black and red dressed woman who by no right should be labeled 'granny'. The woman didn't look a day over thirty-five (though Sakura knew she was nearly sixty), long blonde hair with silver streaks in it, a lovely face with ruby colored eyes and a voluptuous body that rivaled her mother's.
Yes. Sakura reeeeeally hated her genetics right now.
Why did I have to inherit my father's mother's physique and not my mother's? Heck, my grandmother's prettier then me!
Yeah... sucks to be you! Inner deadpanned.
Sakura was then brought out of her miserable thoughts when she was glomped into a bone crushing hug.
"Sakura hun! Is Yoko home?" her exuberant granny said loudly.
"Hi grandma. No, mom's not home."
"Don't call me grandma! Call me Auntie Yuffie! And honey, why are you inside on a gorgeous day like to day? Come on hun, the day's ours! Let's make the most of it!"
Without getting a word in otherwise Sakura found herself dragged all over creation with her bombshell of a grandmother, sorely wishing to gouge out those men for looking at her grandmother like that.
Sakura hated to admit it, but the old lady was pretty fun, especially when she kept claiming she was her mother to ward off men's advances. Why hadn't Yuffie come by more? Oh yeah.
Bad things happened around her, usually because she got bored or was 'helping'.
After a couple of hours shopping, Sakura had all but forgotten her earlier misery, happy for the first time in a while.
It was now evening, shops were lighting up the area as people went about their lives, crowding the roads with happy chatter.
Sakura smiled happily as she and Yuffie walked towards her home, having bought lots of cute outfits.
That was until she saw her crush.
Sakura ducked behind a corner, peeking out to watch her crush as he read a scroll on a bench next to a BBQ chicken stand in the crowded area, waiting for his chicken to finish.
Yuffie stared at her granddaughter, mildly puzzled as to why the girl was looking around the corner with a blush on her face. Peeking around the opposite corner of Sakura, Yuffie's angle of view kept her from seeing Sasuke.
All she saw was a shinobi roughly in his late twenties, wearing an interrogator trench coat, a bandana with the Konoha emblem on it and scars on his face, making him a scary looking fellow.
Yuffie's eyes widened. An ANBU Interrogation specialist!
Putting the incomplete essentials of this equation together, Yuffie jumped to an absolutely wrong assumption.
Chuckling Yuffie smiled lovingly at the still blushing Sakura.
My grandbaby's growing up! Already she is in love! And with an ANBU too! Ah, the woman of my family and older ANBU men. First my mother, then me, and Yoko. Now Sakura has fallen into the trend.
Then Yuffie frowned slightly. Sakura was at least fifteen years that man's junior! Granted, Yuffie's husband had been nearly twenty years older then her but that hardly seemed fair to Sakura!
Well, Sakura was still young, maybe she would fall for someone else? Obviously the girl's taste was in older and accomplished men if the ANBU was anything to go by so she'd be looking for those kind of men.
Smiling to herself, Yuffie quietly chanted. Ancient spells all but forgotten weaved and twisted as they came to life, growing stronger by the second. Then the spell engulfed the unsuspecting girl.
Sakura sneezed, wondering for a moment if she caught something but dismissed it.
"Sakura hun," Yuffie said brightly, "we need to get home."
Sakura reluctantly went after shooting a longing stare. The two chattered happily, Sakura feeling as though her day was complete now that she had seen her beloved Sasuke-kun, and Yuffie because she thought she had solved all of her granddaughter's guy problems.
On the way home, Sakura noticed that there was more men looking at them then before but shrugged it off; they were probably checking her grandma out again.
Yuffie grinned.
That night would be the last night in a long time that Sakura would sleep peacefully.
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New story! Hope you like it, though I'm not sure I should keep it. It's kinda sucky in my option.
Right now I'm suffering writer's block, so my other story Past Transactions may take awhile to update.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Enjoy!