"Come on!! Keep it up Madam!! Keep it up!! For your baby!! Push!!"
"AARGHHHH!!!" The loud, painful scream echoes in the empy hallway of the hospital. Kizashi bites down his lips until he tastes the salt and iron on his tongue, muffling the whimpers and frustating mumbles. He keeps walking in a circle outside the labor room, where his dear wife is giving birth to his future daughter.
He is never ready for this. Not now. Not with the turmoil state he is facing.
"God damnit, why must it takes so long? Why now? Why NOW?" Kizashi swears again, sweating his ass off for the safety of his family and the fear for the future ahead. Flinches at the horrified scream explodes in his poor, poor ears, Kizashi decides to take a small walk around the hospital, calming his nerves down.
Konoha's Hospital is quiet now, during the midnight of a Spring day, with his heavy footsteps the only sound breaks the the silence. Or maybe there are some freaking ninja out there with their feet stepping down the wall, like a ghost in a dream. He will never understand how in the fucking world they manage to do that... So fucking creepy...
However, today, that is not his concern.
Standing in a small, dark corner, Kizashi lets the tiredness conquers him, leaning on a large white wall while rubbing his face with a shaking hands.
Everything is just...getting worse now. He means it, like fucking fall down to hell and can't find a way back without any risk. His company has just announced the biggest loss he ever heard, an unimaginable amount of money, and how the fuck can he pay for that debt? And guess what, when he just arrived home with a new burden, his beautiful wife's water breaks and their child, the baby they had desperately looked forward since the first day the became wife and husband, will be welcomed to the world with her dissapointed dad and no future? How can he raise his princess and give her everything she wants, if he breaks down right now?
Does God really want to push him to the point of desperation? To his forever downfall?
Some crazy ideas appear in Kizashi mind, but he puts them away immediately. No. He can't risk that. He can't borrow that man money... That fucking, disgusting, hell, but a damn rich man...
Gatou...
But...he doesn't have a second choice... Kizashi only has 3 days... No one else can lend him that much money...
Kizashi closes his eyes.
God...Dear God, what have you done to me? What have I done to deserve this?
Wipes away the tears streaming down his brown cheeks, he slowly walks back to the labor room and continue waiting for his baby's birth. Such a fantastic day, turns to this tragedy...
A fainted light suddenly catches his attention. Through the tears that haven't dried, Kizashi sees something. A figure... An blurring image of something... Someone...
A lady. But not a normal one, Kizashj realizes, chills run down his spine and take away his breath, fear strucks him like a thunderbolt.
In just a moment, he sees her. Pure, white skin shine in the light wih hair tied in two large, neat buns, a black weird top, one single white gem on the smooth belly and long, curly silk skirt cover her entire body. Despite all of her strange features, the most noticable thing of the lady, is her eyes and her posture. An uncomfortable, stiff pose with two covered hands raised up perfectly. A salute? Or just a fun action?
Wait...The eyes...no...the eye...
"Fucking Sage..." Kizashi whimpers silently. Bad choice, because that seems to alarm the Lady. She turns, only the head, to him, and he almost screams in terror. One large, dull, soulless eye stares at him while the other is just a blank space, carcked and broken. There is so much in that look, even though it lasts less than a second. Pain, tiredness, hollow...
She smiles at him, lips curled in a fake smile, and then...
The Lady dissapears.
Kizashi nearly falls down. Oh fuck... Holy shit...
That... That... creature... What the hell is that thing? How can someone... something look like that? So inhuman and sad and... and... unrealistic. Is it all but his imagination? Does is tired and stressed as fuck mind make it all up? Kizashi might need a break from life soon...
"The baby is born!" The doctor's cheerful tone wakes him up from his shock. "A beautiful baby girl! And your wife is ok. Tired, but ok. Congratulation, mister."
Kizashi rushes into the room, without a second thought. There they are. His wonderful family, his gift sent from the heaven, safe and sound. Mebuki is holding a small bundle (must be their baby) that's wrapped in a white cotton blanket, her face sweating and pale but brightened in the love of a mother.
"Kizashi, looks. Isn't she beautiful? She gots pink hair, like a cherry blossom."
Kizashi walks closer, and takes a look. His heart melts down just as his eyes meet the newborn's face. Small and fragile and young and beautiful. Her nose pecks up cutely, little flowery hair and small lips, and Kizashi is in love.
"Yes, yes she is. Sakura, out precious Sakura." He cries, both from happiness and heart-breaking anguish at the dark secret he is keeping from Mebuki. No. She does,'t need to know. He will solve this, even if he has to make a deal with devil.
He will do anything for his princess.
"Sakura? I love it. Haruno Sakura. Our little Sakura."
Mebuki sings, softly, rocking the baby side to side.
Sakura, the newborn's name, never cries.
She opens her eyes, slowly, and Kizashi never notices. If he does, he probably will die from heart-attack.
The baby eyes are just the same with the Lady eyes. A little different, yes, but still.
One is deep, beautiful green, while the other is unnaturally shiny and pale and sparkle.
Like a gem. Like a pearl. A broken, bleaching pearl.