Dollhouse
It was just getting worse. A shattered mirror, empty sake bottles and sometimes Kaa-San would come home with small, strangely shaped bruises on her neck (Ino-chan called them hickeys) and Tou-San came home with bright red lipstick stains on his shirt collar and I knew it wasn't mom, but-. I didn't like what was happening, my world was being torn apart but I desperately clutched on to my illusion, that everything would be okay, because I was only eight and my parents weren't supposed to act like that. Tou-San was supposed to treat Kaa-San like the most amazing, exquisite thing that had ever existed and Kaa-San was supposed to wait up hours, 'till Tou-San got home from work. Not scream and shout, simultaneously throwing things at each other in a rage.
{Timeskip}
Two weeks later Tou-San left. He left. Kaa-San told me that he's never coming back again. She took me to the Hokage tower and left me standing awkwardly as I tried my hardest not to let the tears go. Later on, Tou-San walked by me, with no indication of scooping me up into his arms and ruffling my hair like he always did. Hanging on to his arm, was a woman. Pretty, I suppose with purple hair, but with ice-cold blue eyes. Carried on Tou-San's shoulders was someone I loathed, with purple hair and muddy brown eyes, looking at me with a twisted smirk was none other, than Ami. My perfect illusion, with one last crack, shattered.
So, this is my first foray into actually writing fanfiction so please be gentle with criticism and flaming. So uh, review and favorite my story...hopefully?