K.L.K- yes, another fic. I have no idea what brought this on, so enjoy it. I own nothing.
Tsunade's eyes widened at the person who had killed her own family, who had bathed in the blood of her relatives without remorse, who had sinned like no other before that had been recorded. what was the girl's name who had done this, you may ask?
Haruno Sakura. hieress, and now sole survivor and murderer of the Haruno clan. the girl who now was evil, tainted, impure from her evil deeds and doings.
she had killed her mother without hesitation.
she had killed her father with a evil grin.
she had killed her little brothers and sisters, fifteen to be exact, without so much as a teary eye.
she had killed her grandparents and elders without a bit of remorse.
she had killed her cousins with one fell swoop of her favorite katana.
she had killed the branch members without so much as a glance to thier poor souls.
the pinkette looked over the blonde woman with a cold eye. "you are not worth it." she muttered, and then she dissapeared into thin air and a twirl of cherry blossoms. black cherry blossoms.
she had killed her mother, who had beaten her senseless time and time again.
she had killed her father, who had taken everything she loved from her and placed a cursed seal on her back, it pulsing in searing pain from time to time.
she killed her little brothers and sisters, who had watched her torture with evil grins of their own.
she killed her grandparents and elders, who had done nothing to help the small, defenseless girl.
she had killed her cousins, who had partaken in the beatings and torture every so often.
she had killed the branch members, who had tried to kill her, time and time again, and had tortured her soul beyond repair for some, but to her just a meaningless pain.
Tsunade gasped as she felt the tiny hands of the five-year-old place her hands on her neck, and wipe the memories, and transport her far away from there.
she had killed her clan at five, and was now burying them in unmarked graves on the outskirts of Kirigakure.
she had released herself from the pain and sorrow she had had to endure her whole life.
she had saved herself above her clan.
she had sent those horrid souls from the purer world down to hell, where they belonged.
she had saved Amegakure from thier hatred and fury.
she had saved all the innocent people her family had wanted to kill after her.
she had proved herself stronger than they had been.
what a happy birthday it had been, the pinkette mused as she placed a memory block on herself, so she couldn't remember, and she kicked the last unmarked grave as she dissapeared off to a stream to wash herself up, and dressed herself in less-bloodstained clothes as she hid her Katana in a tree, never to be seen until she saw fit to.
she walked back to her home, and saw the tiny three-year-old she had allowed to live. she was only half-Haruno, after all. but Haruno's could remember thier pasts clearly from age two on, even if only half-Haruno.
"Kill me, little Imouto." she gave a manic grin as she placed a ragged scar on the tiny girl's forearm, and on her shoulderblades in the shape of a kanji that read 'cherry blossom'. "kill me when you are filled with enough hate and are strong enough."
she then dissapeared to a unknown place.
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