A/N: Just something to prove that I'm alive and to get me to start writing again, it's nothing special, I know, but I have returned!
Written under Sakura's P.O.V.
For me, first times have never been special.
My first best friend, Ino, we were driven away from each other with stupid competitions of puppy love for the guy who had a fucking stone as a heart.
My first squad was horrible. We were in a stupid love triangle, and I was the weakest link on both aspects. I was the "smartest" one, sure, but I froze up every time and my ass had to be saved, real helpful. And the only reason why sensei looked at me was my bubble-gum-pink hair is hard to ignore.
My first date was unappealing. It was with a simple chunin about two-years older than me, but he tried to get his hand up my shirt and spilt the Korean BBQ we were eating all over my lap, you bastard, I was thirteen.
My first major surgery was even worse. It was simple enough, just needed to perform an appendectomy, but my chakra scissored a gap too wide and Shizune had to rush in and interfere so the poison didn't kill the man.
My first time still makes me shudder. I was sixteen, and got wasted at the bar, and the man was pretty wasted too. I thought he was walking me home and then he just pushed me into the nearby bushes and climbed on top of me. The branches were sharp and cutting into my back as he tore at my clothing. I know I tried to tell him to stop, but I was too heavily intoxicated, my tongue lolling uselessly around my mouth as he went to hard, to fast, too painful.
Useless, always useless.
