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Prologue:

They say life is precious. They say it's worth living. And they say that we are all here for a purpose.

Yet, through my eyes, I see none of that.

I don't believe in fate, or destiny. I don't believe someone in their right mind would be so committed as to planning our lives out for us. Why would anyone want to do that?

We eat, we sleep, we die.

Through my eyes, life is dull, grey and a waste of time. Do you realize how much of our lives we spend waiting? Waiting to for the bus, waiting for friends, waiting to get paid, waiting in-line for groceries, waiting for true love. The list goes on...

Yet in the end, all was for nothing. Because in the end, you are no longer breathing.

Life is a road we were all forced to take. Yet it is nothing but a dream. So, tell me, what's the point of life?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a suicidal bitch. Life is fascinating, it really is. However, I'm just a cloud, drifting endlessly to where ever the wind carries me.

My life is without a purpose because love does not exist in my world.

Love— To have a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude towards someone.

Love exists only in fairytales. And let me tell you, as a kid, fairytales were nothing but a lie to me.

You see, my definition of love is— blind, and foolish which causes tears, heart break, hatred, and pain.

I've never loved, been in love or been loved for that matter.

Where are my parents, you ask? Who cares? Surely, I don't care. They could go to hell for all I care!

Ohh... You mean my real parents? They're in heaven. Or at least, I think so. Or that's what I've been told. They died when I was real young.

The parents I've got now? Psh, I hardly think of them as parents. They've neglected me. Not that I care anyway. I was a child who grew up with no love or affection. I was used to being ignored and nonexistent.

My sister, Kyoko, on the other hand—no, she's not my real sister—was showered with everything a kid could possibly want. She was born the star of the family. She had the looks, the wealth, the popularity.

I hate to admit it, but deep down, I was jealous of her. Jealous of everything she had.

But I'll tell you one thing I'm not jealous of, her personality. She's a spoiled, snobby, selfish brat. I hate her to death.

Life is an everyday routine I have to go through. It isn't all that exciting, but I can't just lie in bed all day, as much as I wish to. I have to go out there, waste my life working and waiting for a damn pay cheque. I don't want to disappoint my parents. As pointless as it seems, they did bring me life. And I know if I were a mother—which I'll never be—I would want my child to live in happiness. Technically, I'm not happy. But, I am grateful for being alive. Because from what I've heard, labour is pain in the ass. And my mom must have gone to hell and back, trying to push me out of there.

So the least I could do is actually live life. If not happily, then for her.

And so my tale begins...

...The life of Kinomoto Sakura; An unbelieveable fairytale.

Ahhh, it's short, I know. But it is indeed the prologue... I'm not sure how this story will turn out. I had this urge to write a gang fic, and so, this may be it. But I don't want to get anyones' hopes high... so just review and let me know what you think:)