Me: Hello, this is another new story it seems.
Naruto: You got to stop jumping stories.
Me: I can do whatever I want. Plus, I'm trying to get all my stories has best as they could me so, meh!
Naruto: And that means…?
Me: I don't know; just get on with the story.
Naruto: She doesn't own…"NARUTO"…
Me: No one wants to own you. ;P
Naruto: You -!
"Our passion are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes."
– Johann Wolfgang
He stood there, staring as white flakes fell from the clouded grey sky. Flakes landed on his cheeks only to melt and roll down and drip off his chin. He stared at his hands, palms up, looking at the mouths everyone he knew hated so much. They were cold. It hurt feeling that coldness against his own warmth, sizzling and burning. In turn, he was slowly turning cold. The concrete soon was covered in snow and windows frosted. The city was left dark as street lamps popped on and the streets were bare of any life save for the young man who stood alone in the cold.
His long blonde hair swayed in the wind, as his darkened blue eyes void of any warmth or life stared blankly at each snow flake. He hated the snow. To him, it wasn't as pure as everyone ever thought it was, if you looked carefully, it was always dirtied. Just like people he had come to know and hate, every last one of them who exist. Feigning innocence…only to be filthy and dirty. Nothing was pure to him. The only thing that met his life was misery, angst, envy, jealousy…impurities.
Clenching and fists with his teeth gritted. He glared at the snow, willing – wishing – it would turn into ash, to bring out its real form. He unclenched his fists and once again staring at the dreaded mouths that can make anyone tremble in fear. He started bring out an insane grin that he seemed to have adopted. Everyone else may have, but he didn't hate this curse – no, this gift. He created art with them, explosions! He could make anything return to their dirty, pathetic ashy form. He made the truth come out. This was going to be his life, his obsession, his true passion.
He stuffed his hand in the pocket of his jacket as he pulled his scarf up higher, covering his mouth and reddened nose. He was going to show all of them what he was made of, what they were messing with. Even if it meant he had to destroy himself in the end. His boots smashed the snows as he walked, smirking, and he thought of how he will do the same to those cold hearted people who had shunned him. Knowing one day they will fear his name. And his name was…
Deidara.
Long pink hair swayed in the wind, as a young maiden laid her head against the window sill. The window open allowing the cold air to flow in freely as goose bumps made their way on her skin. As if punishing her for wearing such short clothes, in such a cold season. Though she didn't mind nor care. Her emerald eyes scanned the streets below her. They were bare, save for one person who was most likely making their way home. Their blonde hair flowed and she thought it was beautiful in some way. She sighed and pulled herself inside, closing the windows shut and locking the hatch.
She coughed, her skin would be said as a sickly pale, but to most it was a shinning, beautiful pale. As white as the moon, they said. Even more pure then the snow itself on the gentlest snow falls in the most peaceful night. Such over-exaggeration. Most would be flattered, or cocky of such praise. However, she wasn't. She didn't want to be pure; she wanted to be like others. There was one problem though…
She was sick. She was terribly sick.
She was kept inside, away from outside dangers. Her parents were afraid to expose their fragile girl to any danger. She had convinced them to at least send her to a private school, where there will be less danger for her to encounter. They had agreed. She was somewhat happy. Except, she'll be babied, thought of as weak and only be treated well out of pity. She didn't want that! She wanted to be like others, impure. She wanted to fight back as herself without anyone's help. And she will. Despite her illness she will defy her fate.
Smiling she got under the covers of her bed. Turning away from the bottle of pills on her night stand, she thought. She thought of how everyone will remember the name…
Haruno Sakura.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this saying…goes without saying.
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