Well after i watched the episode where Sakura killed Sasori, i thought...WTF. That sucked. So then i guess an idea popped into my head. I'm usually a fluffy writer, but what would happen if i wrote a horror?

COMPLETE AND UTTER CHAOS!

I disclaim owning any Naruto productions, items, and/or books...Masashi Kishimoto does. (lucky dude...)

There she sat, on the front porch, watching---waiting. The U-Haul truck made its way ascending the massive hill. "My new neighbour," she muttered, the moment of expectation dawning on her.

Was it a girl? Boy? Kid her age? Fun and exotic family? She hoped so. A car, sleek and long, was trailing behind, its black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. She shaded her eyes to get a better look across the clearing, and the U-Haul slowly screeched to a stop.

The car smoothly halted, and the two doors in front opened. From one side, a woman's high-heeled sandal clacked onto the grey-paved pale cement, and a man's leather black boot stepped out the other side.

An extravagant young lady in a velvet satin dress and raven-black hair that cascaded down her back stepped out of the car and closed the door gently. Accompanying her was a young man with scarlet locks, dressed in a tie and suit.

The backseat car doors slowly opened, and beads of sweat popped out on my large forehead. I chewed on one of my pink strands of hair, anxious and anticipating. I hoped it would be a kid my age…there's no one to hang out with in this crapload of dirt & dump.

"Sakura-chan, come in!" a voice from inside the house called out.

"Aww, mama! It's just sunset! Five more minutes?" A 6-year old girl by the name of Haruno Sakura pleaded.

"Sakuraaaaa…." There was a hint of irritation in her mother's warning. So Sakura reluctantly got up and slid open the front door. But just before, she glanced over her shoulder.

A girl (who looked to be SLIGHTLY older than me) with jet-black hair like her mother's, reaching just below the shoulders, bangs swooping over her eyes, was holding the hand of a boy who looked exactly like his father, which his crimson wavy hair and what not.

His eyes---yes, that was what interested me the most. Dark, pallid, luminous brown eyes scanned around, looking displeased. In his arm he was clutching a battered-old stuffed bunny by its ((half-torn off)) ear.

Then… a very strange thing occurred. The boy turned around slowly and gazed in Sakura's eyes. Sakura shielded her vision. His eyes, chaotic, hectic, a living nightmare---

---was all she needed to insure her that this boy was not normal.

"SAKURA!"

"I'm coming; I'm coming!"

The next day was a Monday. Sakura was planted at the dining table, saying a quiet grace. Her dad plodded sleepily in the room, an always tired, hard-working fellow who always acted cheery when he was truly unhappy. He struggled to keep a mediocre livelihood, which accommodated his not-so-roomy abode.

His eye bags were larger than ever. His pale green eyes were soft and his expression blank. He sat down in a seat across from Sakura, and began sipping some cold tea.

"How is my princess?" smiled he, though his eyes showed otherwise. He had a deep aftershave, and 3 buttons on his shirt collar were undone, his tie hanging loosely around his scrawny neck.

Sakura smiled weakly, and knew that would be enough to make her father content.

Sakura my blossom, the one thing I need from you everyday is your smile.

He chuckled a bit then ruffled up her hair. "Hey! I just combed that!" she joked. "You're a good kid," he replied. He got up, and gave his wife a light kiss on the cheek. He made a poor excuse of a wave, and left to his underpaid job.

"So, have you met the Akasuna's?" her mother questioned as she placed a bowl or warm oatmeal in front of her.

"Yeah," Sakura said absent-mindedly, still half asleep. Sakura's education was that of a genius, though no teacher at school thought so. The Ninja Academy Elementary was a crude place that was violent, lousy, and dishonest. A loud honk shook the house.

"Oh, your bus," her mom ushered her outside and handed her lunch. "Be good now," she managed to smile sadly, and trudged back in the house. She saw an untouched bowl of oatmeal on the table and a depressed tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

The obese bus driver (who couldn't even get out of his seat) scratched his behind and started to drive in his usual reckless fashion. Sakura boarded the bus and began walking to her seat in the back, until a foot stuck out from a chair. Before she knew it, Sakura was sent through the air, arms flailing, face-first, to the ground.

She got up, tears burning in her eyes, and glared at Ino Yamanaka, the prep that had tripped her. Everyone was laughing hysterically at her as she wiped her frustrated tears. Ino high-fived her friends, victorious.

Sakura and Ino had once been friends, but a certain boy, Uchiha Sasuke, had come in between their friendship and that's when things got bad. Sakura marched to the back, keeping it cool, while Ino stuck her tongue out as her friends giggled.

Sakura seated herself next to Uzumaki Naruto, her one and only best friend. "Heyth, Sakura! Guess what?" the 6-year old blonde-haired boy asked. Sakura turned her head toward her outcasted buddy, and shrugged.

"I lost a toof!" he uplifted his upper lip, and revealed no front tooth. There was a wide gap where it once had been. Sakura smiled, and sat back with a sigh.

In the seat in front of her, was Shikamaru N. and Chouji A. They were playing a quick game of chess, and Sakura bent over to see. "Who's in the lead?" she aked.

"Me, duh," Shika smirked. "Check mate," he added. "AW, screw it!" Chouji yelled as he flipped over the game-board and pulled out some BBQ chips, having suffered yet another loss.

Sakura slumped back in her seat. Life sucked.

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