Harbinger of Hate

"Sakura! Guess what!" Konan called happily. Sakura walked out of her room smiling at her mother figure. "What is it Mama Konan?" She said with a tilt of her head, an innocent pure smile on her face. "I found a cousin of yours! Her name's Karin!" Sakura's face fell. The smile was gone, not that Konan noticed.

*~ Three weeks later~*

"Ne! Hidan-nii! Want to play?" Sakura asked hopefully. No one has played with her since Karin had come, no one. Hidan just ignored the pink-haired child, he had better things to do. Like play with Karin. Sakura had tears gathering in her emerald green eyes. Giving a hurt smile he couldn't see, she walked away with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Why? She thought in hurt. Why does no one like to play with me anymore? She bit her lip until it bled, blood ran down her chin along with tears that were still going strong. She felt anger swell to unreached levels as she thought of the source of her anger. She did it again.

The same thing had happened when her parents had first introduced them, her parents stopped taking care of her. Just thinking about it made her maintained KI start to break out. She quickly ran to the training room.

She had just slammed and locked the door when a rage filed scream escaped her mouth, the shock wave was intense. Training equipment laid in tatters as the girl's scream had them in shreds. Another scream bubbled up. This time a thin layer of the chakra enforced wall was cracked. Tears dripped to the ground, as she dug her growing nails into the wall.

This is what she became when she was enraged. A demon, no, she merged with the demon already inside her. Around her, black mist was starting to gather, almost as if protecting Sakura.

Yami! Sakura yelled in her mind. A panther materialized in front of her, purple chakra was oozing from every pore on it's sleek black fur coat. A taunting Cheshire grin made it's way to the demon' s mouth.

"Yes my poor, poor Cherry Blossom?" The panther known as Yami asked. The demon then noticed something amiss, she was crying. Yami's eyes widened, never had he ever seen the girl look more disgruntled and angry than she did now.

"I need to release my killing intent so I need you to absorb it." The panther was shocked, her KI? It was rare enough that the young girl got angry... but to the point of having to need to release her killing intent was ridiculous. In the past, every time something would bother her enough to feel threatened or angry she had bottled it up for later use.

He nodded, "Of course my adorable Cherry Blossom." He said with a comforting smile. Sakura tried to give one back but it was useless, it only came out as a grimance. Yami's own killing intent was rising, but he ignored it and gave her the ok signal. It's not like the girl could actually produce that much killing intent... right?

Sakura smiled at him before releasing the killing intent she had so graciously held in. Yami did a double-take. The KI was similar to his own, which is bad enough, but the malice and amount of it startled him greatly. I'll have to look through her memories later... He thought with worry.

He then heard her thoughts like a blaring alarm. Usually it's near impossible to read her mind since she likes to keep her privacy, but this time, it was to strong of a thought. It hurts so much... Please make it stop... I don't want to feel like this anymore. Yami shifted to to his human form. Where the panther once stood was a six year-old Yami, the same age as Sakura.

He had raven black hair that flowed down his back in a black river. He had eyes of amethyst framed by thick, long eyelashes, along with an open chest yukata of the same color. But the odd thing was, he had long nails and teeth. Multi-colored tattoo-like marking were all over his body, the most visible one was on his chest. The mark made a swirl design, one that was also visible one Sakura if she ever let anyone see her chest.

He walked over to his little jinchuriki, his light, his little flower, his everything. When he was first sealed into Sakura he had been enraged. But it was justified, no one wants to be sealed inside a puny piece of flesh that was chosen for him not by him.

Yami hugged the tiny girl to his equally tiny body. How he wished he could change to his adult form, but in human form all sealed guardians/demons have to be physically the same age as their jinchuriki.

"It's alright." He reassured repeatedly while petting her silky long hair. Sakura stood still for a second before grasping his yukata and bawling her eyes out. Yami looked at her with sad eyes. Who hurt you this badly? He wanted to know but kept the question to himself, he'll find out later anyway.

*~A Month Later~*

Sakura bit her lip to keep for screaming bloody murder, hatred was pouring out of her just because of one person. Karin. Just the name just made her furious. She stormed to training room before she do any permanent damage to the adorable Karin. Sakura grit her teeth in the effort of restraining herself. Every single one of them ignored Sakura for that thing, and she hates it.

She slammed the door open for the 15th time that week, bloodlust leaked through every pore in her small, non-delicate body. Yami materialized in front of the young girl. He gave a nod as a signal to release. Compared to the first time she released her KI this was far more potent and malicious. Yami internally sighed, he didn't understand why Sakura did not just kill the b**ch off.

After venting out her pent up killing intent Sakura started swaying. It really took a lot of effort to keep that in her, and now she was relieved. Sleep was beckoning her closer. She would have landed face first if not for the arm around her small waist.

Sakura turned her face a little with the small amount of energy left in her body and gave the demon/guardian a closed eye smile. Yami looked at her softly as she went limp in his arms. He then realized he would have to carry her back to their room. Yami sighed and shifted her into a bride carry position.

Walking out of the training room Yami smiled, his adorable Angel snuggled into his chest unconsciously. Tears streamed down her porcelain face, leaving trails in their wake. They hurt what was rightfully his. That was unforgivable.

Foot steps approached Yami and his Angel, but instead of trying to slip away unnoticed, he went head on. He wanted to see if they would react, if they reacted at all.