IMPORTANT NOTE:

Besides the fact I do not own Naruto or Cinderella, I have decided to rewrite this story… why? Well, honestly, I think it is because when I look at this story I am not satisfied with it and it is not turning out the way I want it to.

I have grown in mind and so I think it's best just to say that my writing has also changed and if I continue now, it will be different. Also, I am totally lost where I was going with this story… ugh, it is frustrating. So, here is the rewrite. There are going to be some familiar parts and some new parts. For example, the intro is still the same. However, I totally changed chapter one since I believe everyone understands the basic plot of Cinderella and how she lost her parents and gained her new stepfamily.

I also want to thank you all again who have been waiting patiently and non-patiently, but here it is. I am set on getting this story done for you guys since it's not fair waiting for a lazy author who keeps changing their mind on what they want to do.

I still want to give credit with the author withloveagain, they did help me with this story.

*Even if you skipped the top part, its cool, just enjoy the rest.


lacrimosa

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Maybe spring will come this time around, but then again seasons come and go, and pretty soon winter will be its death. Spring is the time of birth, but winter is the time of passing.

Every winter though a person can't help but think that just under the blankets of snow lays in hibernation the coming of spring. The awakening of spring causes the snow from winter to melt bringing back to life the plants and animals. However, winter isn't just for the joy of Christmas, for some people its cold, dark, and deadly.

It always comes and goes, but not before stopping unexpectedly to bring an icy chill to the human bones. The season underneath all the joy that winter brings to some people, is in fact death. Sasori's parents died during winter, and since that day during this season, Sasori's heart froze over making it colder than winter itself. He lived by himself, no other family members took care of him, and so Sasori was left alone during all those years. No one could blame him for the icy barrier that formed over his heart. His ruby eyes were clouded with the hatred, confusion, and the seething loathing he had fostered for mankind grew to the point where even his touch felt cold. When he would enter a room, every human body would stiffen and fear could be sensed miles away. Rooms and building couldn't help but feel the uncomfortable atmosphere whenever Sasori came in, because even the heaviness and tension would be too much to take in.

Sakura was different. She never let hatred get to her; she would rather remain happy than being weighed down by such a negative emotion. Her warm heart made others enjoy being around her, even those that hate her were still drawn to her. She was often picked on by her stepsisters, and enjoyed smashing Sakura's self esteem so that they could feel better about themselves. However, Sakura inwardly never let their comments get the best of her. Looking up at the sky, Sakura held out the palm of her hand feeling the chill of snow melt in her hand. She couldn't help but think that when spring and winter collide...well...it must be some crazy weather going around.

What happens when these seasons do collide? Will the temperature rise or fall? Which season will over power the other one?

The seasons however, though they were close, they were total opposites. Why did Hades bring down Persephone and let the harvest goddess almost kill every human being because of winter?

Winter is nothing but a deadly disease waiting to kill the ones that unexpected its cruel nature.

With just one touch of the cold, you will be drowned by your own hate and sadness. Sasori let this happen to himself, while his grandmother sat by and watched the whole kingdom be carried away by it. Sakura never once cared since she never knew about it.

She heard rumors of Prince Sasori. She would hear things like how the prince would watch the kingdom by a window only to walk away with a sad expression. He would never go outside during spring, since he always found people happy by it. She was curious, but had to stop thinking because of all the chores she needed to do.

Through a man's eyes, its expressionless, but deep inside he's stuck in his own nightmare. His own darkness that was starting to effect the entire kingdom.

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The sun disappeared over the horizon while the stars came out. Sasori gazed deeply at the endless ocean of forest before him his eyes narrowed at the moon that reflected off of the wave of lights reflecting the kingdom. He hated the night; everyone would soon disappear into their homes, go into their beds and drift off to a peaceful slumber. He barley slept anymore.

His grandmother gave him two stressful choices, either to pick a woman to marry or marry a woman his grandmother wanted. Sasori became baffled, he didn't know if he would be able to find a girl on his own, let alone know where to look. His eyes narrowed dangerously, he would be damned if he let his grandmother pick out who he should marry.

From past experience, every princess that he had ever met was nothing but selfish, bratty, greedy, wrenched imbeciles. He despised women. Everything about the female race was nothing but a hindrance to him. Their cheeky grins, annoying high pitch laughs, their fake persona that they put on would make him want to rip their faces off of just so he wouldn't have to look at them.

No, I would rather kill myself in a brutal way than marry a woman like that.

He was surprise the old woman wasn't dead yet. She's got death at her door and it was waiting patiently to pick her soul but she is too stubborn and didn't see death as threat.

Quickly Sasori turned around, his hands locked together behind his back as he slowly moved back into his quarters. His mind already made up the decision, he would decide on the woman he will marry.

He made a deal with the old hag and if it didn't work, he would submit to the idea of marrying one of the girls she picked out. Maybe he could find a easy way to dispose the girl if it came to it.

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For the past couple of years, Sakura's life has not been so great. Both of her parents were dead, she was stuck living in an attic and forced to be a slave for her stepfamily.

Every morning it was the same routine. Up at five in the morning, no later. Sweep up the floors, feed the animals, start breakfast, nock on each stepsister's door three times, check on breakfast, repeat step number four, bring breakfast up, clean the curtains, help the family get dressed, clean the beds, clean the rugs, snack, prepare lunch, see that stepmother is pleased with the work (if not, repeat all previous steps not including meals), serve lunch in living room, prepare tea, serve tea, do the laundry, put laundry from previous day away, prepare dinner, snack, serve dinner in dining room, prepare baths for sisters, check on stepmother, clean all the dishes, brush the cat, tend to stepsisters, get stepsisters ready for bed, get more tea for stepmother, while stepsisters are sleeping prepare bed for stepmother, while stepmother gives the okay for the work that day and is sleeping prepare all things for tomorrow, and finally be in bed by eleven o'clock.

This morning was nothing different except Sakura did not have any desire to get up. It was absolutely freezing. She moaned and curled up in whatever was left of her old blanket, trying to avoid the cold. The air was cold and crisp. Little light barely shown through the boarded up windows and walls, but from an angle it was easy to see the front yard. The small fire near Sakura had burned out and left an aftertaste of the smell of ashes. She lifted her head just a bit and yawned, her mouth hanging wide open.

The large clock tower kept ringing. It would chime a short melody every morning, which would boom across the area. Sakura groaned and opened her eyes to the dim lighted room. Dust could be seen in the areas the light traveled to and she could barely make out any sound from the outside.

She stumbled up and rubbed her eyes, still hazy from sleep. She looked at her hands. They were covered in cinder and dirt was stuck in between her fingernails. She rubbed her hands on her skirt while heading down the attic steps to get that grimy feeling off. Though, it only made it worst. I'll need to wash later.

Once she reached the bottom and stepped onto the hard wood floor, she flinched, not prepared for the cold feeling. As much as she has been dealing with winter for the last couple months, she still could not get used to the cold floor. Also, she did not have any socks on and she left her shoes by the front door the day before. She mentally smacked herself, stupid, stupid, and tiptoed quickly across the hallway to retrieve them.

She really hated Mondays.


Yep... a rewrite. How fun it must be to know that it's taken me forever to just have the will to re-start this. I do feel really guilty about rewriting but the plot I had originally just seemed to complicated and It's Cinderella... how can I make that complicated? Honestly, I hate restarting it but it's for the best.

Thanks again for reading or even re-reading. I will try to update again very soon.