Angels:
Summary: Alone. She was always alone. She lied. She smiled. She tried to be strong. But it was all pretend. But someone knows. And someone lies. And someone else tries…someone else pretends. SasuHina AU
Disclaimer: Apparently we are forced to put this down. I refuse to acknowledge the fact that my dear friend MK, as I like to call him, still owns the characters. I, however, still own this story. Good Luck MK on stealing it.
Prologue:
She sits there by the window, staring at the sky. The lone clouds rolling by ever so slowly not sure as to if cover the crescent moon.
A sigh escapes her dry lips. Maybe it's safe to get water. She scoffs at her own thoughts. Safe? When was she ever safe?
Yes, there was once time of happiness. She remembers that well. She remembers the laughter, the giggling, and the smiling in this house…when it was home. Now it is empty. A prison…
"Where the fuck were you, you piece of shit?" The man yells. A door slammed shut and the usual screams echo.
"I was doing whatever the fuck I want! Not like you are going to fucking stop me, huh?!" A female screamed. The rest was murmured and hushed.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want, you asshole son of a bitch." She was angered again and didn't refrain from yelling.
"Don't you talk to me without respect you whore!" A slap was signaling the start of another horrifying night.
"To the cellar with you." And the screams won't end tonight. Not tonight, no not tonight. Just the opposite in fact, they would get louder…louder…and louder.
Her long hair, the color of the raven's feathers- just limply fell to cover her face.
The screams wouldn't stop.
Her pupil-less eyes glistened with unshed tears, an already soft shade of lavender now sparkles with the water.
They just kept getting louder.
Her nails, painted black, clawed into her porcelain skin as if to take away the pain.
The smell of blood that lingered.
Her legs by instinct snuggled close to her chest and her arms wrapped around.
The stinging, intoxicating, sound of the screams just kept going.
Slowly and softly she muttered words of courage to herself.
It lessened…just rasping…just tries.
Footsteps came across the hall. Her eyes widened…he couldn't come today! Not today of all days. He already did it all yesterday.
"Hinata-sama, it's your turn. Your sister was very bad. I had to punish her. But it wouldn't be fair now…if you were left all alone. So now…we can play together. What do you say?"
His own eyes (as pupil-less as hers) grayed out. His long brown hair tied back. His voice slightly slurred, as any drunken man's would sound.
The screaming just wouldn't stop. Not tonight, oh not tonight.