~*What Am I*~

Summary: Once every millennia, an advanced human being is born into the world. No one knows why this special thing happens, all they know that this special person has to be kept secret. Sakura Haruno happens to be the lucky but very unlucky person born.

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~Prologue~

Her name was Sakura Haruno, people told her she was special, a very special girl. She remembered it clearly when a bunch of men in black suits appeared at her door when she was just five. They had did something to her parents and took her away. She had no idea what was so special about her but they had used reinforced steel as her prison and unbreakable glass and titanium bars for her windows. She was smart for the age of five and wondered why did they go in such lengths to keep a little girl like her sheltered. She remembered crying all night, calling for her parents to come get her.

They told her she didn't have parents anymore and no identity, like she never existed. They had done experiments on her, sometimes they were painful. They drew blood from her, injected her with diseases that were known to man: AIDS, HIV, cancer you name it, she had it all injected into her tiny body but never succumbed to none of them. She had once heard them talking about how her body fought off every and anything that would cause harm to her before she could be diagnosed with it. That she first time she thought something was special about her.

The next thing they did was...well, practically burned her alive. She was confused when they had put her in a sooty chamber before she felt the flames licking at her feet. She remembered screaming, begging for them to kill her as she felt fire melting her skin. She had wondered why she didn't die right then and there from being in the chamber for almost ten minutes. When they took her out, she looked a burnt doll; her skin was black and peeling off, all of her hair was singed off. The only thing normal was her eyes, that was still bright green.

They had took her to the showers and washed off her skin. How the way it was, it just looked as if she was just playing in a tar pit. After they were done, her skin was just red, as if she had a really bad sun burn and in the few days that had past, her skin turned back to its pale self. Whatever kind of healing ability she had, it had managed to heal her burned hair follicles and her hair had began growing back within the next two weeks.

Next, they had tested her strength. They piled upon piled cinderblocks that weighed tons on her back. The weight of it should of crushed her body but didn't. Though her arms grew tired and her legs buckled, she was able to carry them, which was way beyond the feat a young child could do, heck even the stronger man in the world. They had tested that her limit was the equivalent of lifting an adult elephant. Even for a five year old, she knew that was impossible for anybody.

She now knew there was something special, incredible about her. To be able to do all of the impossible, she knew why they kept her locked away from the world. Something like her would be a...freak, an abomination...a threat among the human race if not watched carefully. She had become angry; why her? Out of the billions of people in the world, why her? Who had placed a curse upon her to be a freak, to be an non-existent person. Never to go to school, never to make or be friends with people, never to experience an another birthday party, never to have a first crush or fall in love or have children.

Yes, she had thought that deep at her age. Her IQ was over 200 and her understanding of things were as clear as glass. She was forever to be alone, until she died. She had grew so angry, that during one of her injections, the steel needle had broken against her skin and the metal handle she had been holding onto had crushed effortlessly in her tiny hand and all she had done was just flex her muscles.

As time past and she grew older, she had finally hit the age of twelve. Her intellects were higher than the geniuses of the world, she was stronger, faster than what she was. Now, she understood how to control what she could do. The injections, they couldn't give those to her anymore cause she always made her skin and muscles as hard as granite. Burning her alive, she knew what she had to do. She used her mind to create an visible fireproof shield around her, it wrapped around her like a tight leotard. The only presence you would know of it was how the way her hair blew, like there was a small breeze of wind.

Her strength, ten times the weight she could do when she five. She learned that her strength was limitless, it all depended on how she exerted herself.

By the time she had hit her thirteenth year, she knew it was time. She had broken out her reinforced chamber and killed every last person that trapped her. They had tried to stopped her with guns but the bullets just bounced off her skin like water droplets, they even made the effort into leveling the place out but all they did was kill their selves, her walking tall and uninjured leaving the ablaze building.

She took in her surroundings, she was in a desert in the middle of nowhere, where no one would ever known of her existence. She remembered looking up into the sun, feeling the rays after eight years in the dark and the thought of her parents came to her mind. Suddenly feeling desperate to see them after years, she took off, literally, she had flew at 40 miles from her previous location. She had done this four more times and landing in a suburb, leaving cracks in the concrete below her bare feet.

Looking around, she recognized everything from the small playground to the crooked tree at the corner. She smiled as she turned her head to see the small grey house she had lived in with her parents. She rushed to the door; so excited she knocked and wood under her knuckles splintered but paid no mind to it when a woman opened the door. Her eyes immediately brighten as she stared at the woman she hadn't seen in so long. She hugged her, burying her face into her chest, inhaling her familiar scent.

"Mom." She had said, tearing falling from her eyes but soon her happiness tumbled down after what she heard her say to her.

"Who are you, little girl? I am not your mother." Her eyes widen as she slowly pulled away from her. She had looked at her long and hard, to make sure she had gotten the woman facial features right and she did. This was her mother.

"Kizashi!" Just then a man came she knew as her father. He looked at her the same as her mother. They both had looked at her, no recognition in their eyes. They didn't know who she was, they didn't know who their daughter was. She had backed away from them slowly, more confusion in their eyes. She took off running, not ever looking back

Now, she was eighteen years old living in New York City, constantly running away from the people that took her as a child and erased her parents memories of her. She had moved to over 30 cities to keep herself as hidden as possible. It would be smart to keep a low profile and plus, she didn't want anymore blood on her hands but these people, they knew of what she could do, why were they steadily still coming after her?

Raising out her bed, she walked over to her window, looking out into the rainy sky.

"What am I?"

Okay, cut! What do you guys think? Continue? I'm going to anyway.

I'm really contemplating on if I should put a love interest for Sakura here. I do have ideas though like:

1: Sakura did love someone but gave up on it because of what she was.

2: Sakura does loves someone but doesn't want to get to close and stalks him every now and then until he realizes and rejects her but then finds out she's hiding something and began investigating her, the attraction he didn't find with her building.

3: And then there someone the secretly loves Sakura but doesn't approach her because of her antisocial attitude, he finally tells her and she rejects him because she doesn't want to hurt him but secretly she had been watching him also (So practically a reversal of 2)

4: She doesn't love nobody, nobody doesn't love her, she's focused on finding out what she is and from time to time she has sex with random guys.

So which one do you like? 1, 2, 3, or 4? Tell me in the reviews.

Oh yea, if you guys like two or three, can you also give me which male character you want her with? I'm really tired of Sasuke, you know, something non-canon. So whatever choices you guys come up with the most, I'll do it.

~*XoxO, Reira*~