K.L.K- I decided to try and write some poetry fic. I don't own Naruto.

Little Haruno Sakura stood by her bloodstained parents bed, smiling at the gore, reveling in the dead. she had killed her clan, with those tiny hands of hers, just to hear them scream, for thier lives to be hers.

Little Sakura Haruno, she smiled happily through the sunyn day, as she soaked her pink hair in the crimson life and she positively had to say, 'thier lives are mine, my pitiful clan, I am only five, yet somehow I know I can!' her green eyes shimmered with her dark delight, as she split open the carcasses and smiled in her might.

she was going to make art, not for show or for tell, just art as a deadly weapon, sent straight from the depths of fiery hell. her grin never subsided as she cleaned off all the rust, on her horrid clan's metals that had gained all her trust.

'I know what to do!' she stated with glee. 'i'll make a puppet out of you,' she pointed to her mother, 'and those three!' she pointed to the three dead siblings she had killed without much of a fight, and her face filled even more with her dark delight.

so she worked for three days, still revelling in the silence and stale, old dread, when she finally had her masterpieces, her human puppets at her command. she connected tiny blue strighs and twitched her fingers, the puppets seemingly leaping to life, as she began to fix all her blunders.

she worked on control, and then on her poisons, before she realized she'd have to burn the clan house down for several important reasons. she wanted to hide in this village, hidden in the leaves, to become a kunoichi until she takes her leave. she grinned to herself darkly as she giggled with unsupressed glee, 'I know what to do, Oi, you three!'

the puppets turned to her, images of cloudly life, and she whispered to them as if a sweet secret, 'we burn this damned house tonight.' so the puppets did dance to thier hellish tune as they lit all the houses afire, all catching except for two. one was made of brick, which would charr but never burn, the other made of brimstone, lacking of all air. she grinned in delight as she poured the liquid that would soon make the buildings crumble, and giggled as she shouted 'katsu!' as the liquid ingited.

she made the puppets dance, revelling in her sweet, dark glee as her emerald orbs gleamed and danced with her mood happily. she was a puppets mistress, that fact noboy could get wrong, so she sang a little song.

it sang out of blood and gore, of fires of hell, of damned spirits wailing until they have thier tell, the fallen angels weeping, thier bloody wings torn, and thier crimson tears falling to the floor, their faces forlorned.

the small girl picked up what she had saved from her home, now crumbling with the flames, and returned her dearest possesions, her puppets who she regaurded with no scorn, to thier scrolls where they would reside until thier were too worn, and she stepped into the light as she hummed her dark little song.

eight years go by, the girl had turned twelve, she had made many-a puppet but none ever got off thier shelf. she had to hide her art, lest she be scorned, she had more bloody death to cause in this peaceful village of Konohagakure. she smirked darkly, as she revelled in the dead. a mother, who had died killing her son, a brother of a friends' that couldn't quite take the pounding heat of the deserts sun. a toddler with brown eyes and hair, that looked like an angel but was anything but classified there, she was a fallen angel, her blood staining the clothes she wore, her wings tattered and bloody, trails of crimson blood led to the floor.

Sakura sighed as she smiled with her favorite dark glee, it was time for the chunin exams, time for a killing spree. in the forest, she left a mimic puppet with her stupid team, as she massecred several of the weaker weaklings. nobody would find out, her puppet made to be a beast, they'd think they had fallen to the terrors within this deathtrap, at least.

the forest of Death, it was quite aptly named, it had many a creature that was too terrible to be named. things that the girl wanted for her to be able to make into her forbidden art, yet held back until she wasn't as busy to do that.

she stopped by a stream, her fingers bloody and her ears ringing sweetly from thier screams, her dark glee residing in her even after her spree. she washed all the crimson life, that she really didn't want to wash away, and watched it flow down a stream, dissapearing in the waves.

she grinned malishoiusly as she got up, time to go to her team, and see what was up.

she got there, the grin fell from her face, she scowled, her team was suh a disgrace! the blonde-haired idiot had let his tailed-beast free, three tails to many, if you'd have asked me. Sasuke lay on the ground, battered and bruised, her eyes hardened, they put up such a ruse! they said they were stong, they thought she was weak, hell, she should put them into thier eternal sleep!

she took some deep breaths, she'd do that if they disgraced her again, she went over to them, and kicked each in the head. 'WAKE UP!' she shouted, them springing to alarm, then the black-haired Uchiha scowling as he rubbed his sore arm. 'shut up you weak bitch' he muttered with glee, he liked to insult her, just to see her weak. she smirked at the boy, 'you weak excuse for a ninja, you idiot fool! if I hadn't been back, you'd be in some beast's acidic drool!'

he scoffed. 'sure you weakling bitch.' and she smiled. 'whatever, say that again and I'll be forced to perform my famous clan's stich, it wil be quite a pain, it will cause an unbearable and very unpleasant itch.'

he rolled his eyes, and turned from the girl, she snrale at his back, when it was time, he'd go straight to hell! he'd seen what she could do, she'd killed in front of them many times, but without her dark art coming into the views of anyones eyes.

she laughed and she giggled, she smiled and she smirked, the one thing she wouldn't do when it came time was to spare this damn jerk. she wanted to summon her fanorite puppet group of three, and barely restrained herself when he mumbled and compaed her stregth to a bee, but reminded him sourly that all bees had thier sting.

she heard a bloodcurdled, frighteneing scream, she smiled at the sweet sound and stored it into her memory. the other two cringed, she scoffed at them being weak, she knocked the two out, they would be out for about a week. she ran to the tower, she had stolen many a scroll, she got them in and woke them with a smelling salt to thier nose. they sputtered and gagged, she swept out of the room, they sat there and pondered, why does she like other's doom?

the day of the chunin preliminaries arrived, the pinkette liked her lips bloodthierstingly as she looked over all the guys. one was too weak, nobody too strong except a young boy like herself, and he looked all wrong. he was from suna, the capitol of tanned skin, he was as pale as her, and a gleam very akin to the one in her eye when doing her grusome game, of playing with her pray before SNAP! time to start again.

she grinned as thier jade eyes met, his exactly mirroring hers. oh she'd have fun toying with this brand-new challenge of hers.

K.L.K- XD I was in the mood to write poetry. I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense, I'm running on caffine here!

Sakura- wow.

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