The Darkest Murder
REWRITEN!!!HAHAHA
Hello this is my first Naruto, tragedy, angst story and I don't know how it will turn out so bear with me.
This story takes place in an almost modern day Tokyo (although it's going to be called Konoha) and the characters ages are a little different than they usually are.
Sakura – 17
Gaara- 18
Sasuke- 18
Ok, so the pairing is:
Gaara/Sakura/Sasuke
Summary- Giving into the darkness around her, her only thought was a lust for revenge. Now after ten dreadful years and another 'accident'. She's back to the place were it all started, Konoha. Reunited with her childhood friends Sasuke and Gaara, she find's that the 'accidents' might all be connected, and there are deeper mysteries then just their murders. Will these troubled teens be able to figure out these puzzles in time and save themselves from despair? Or will they all be forced to do the unthinkable?
WARNING: THIS STORY IS POTENIALLY GOING TO BE VERY GRAPHIC. THERE WILL BE DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISIM, RAPE, SUICIDE, AND GANG ACCTIVITY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND ALL FLAMES WILL BE USED TO MAKE SMORES FOR GAARA! Characters will be a little OOC, but Sasuke will still be a pompous ass at times and Gaara will always be cold and mean at times.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor will I ever own Naruto or it's characters! All I own is the plot, any OC's I make, and 3 packets of Pop Rocks.
CHAPTER 1: Inflaming Darkness
Darkness surrounded her, choking the very life of her away. Her eyes ached from the strain of attempting to find some light, any light, anything to rid her of this godforsaken hall. Just as she thought she could bear no more, she found herself floating outside her old mansion. The old Victorian building shinning in the midday sun. she took it all in, though her eyes searched for one in particular.
And there he stood, looking just as he had that day, wearing his black suit and blue tie, long black hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and his green eyes alight with some secret smile.
She watched the scene as some kind of ghost, hovering above the others. She silently looked on as a little girl of about seven ran towards the man, clinging to him for dear life. Begging him not to go. She watched as the man almost faulted, but instead knelt before the child, cooing and muttering soothing words. He wiped the thick tears that drenched her fair skinned face, brushing down her short strawberry pink hair. He handed her a crimson box tied with a white string. The girl's large green eyes lit up as she opened the box. Inside was a silver locket with an azure stone in the shape of a crescent moon in its center. Inside it was a picture of her parents and a message.
'When darkness seems to enclose this land, never forget that even if it's so dark it's unbearable, even if you feel you can't go on. Where there is darkness there will always be light. And though it may seem impossible, there will always be good in this world. So it may not make sense now, but soon you will see. Follow what your heart says and trust what you know.
Forever yours,
Father
Seeing that and being so close yet so far away, she felt tears come to her eyes.
After patting the child's head, the man walked to his black car and waved goodbye to his little girl. But unfortunately all happiness must one day come to an end. And one tragedy can lead to another miracle.
As the car was backing out of the driveway, one of the ever-present men in dark suits looked down at the driveway. And there, where the car had been moments ago, stood a puddle of gasoline. Stone faced the man yelled at the others to stop the car, but it was to late. As if on command just as the car was on the street, it blew sky high. Sending every stander by to the ground. Flames flew everywhere, catching the trees on fire. Pieces of the car landed all over the yard with sickening thuds. And desolate remains of the car stood upside down, in the middle of the street.
The yelling continued, but the girl just stood there in the middle of the burning yard, with green eyes wide and blank. Then it all seemed to click and she fell to her knees. And let out a devastated cry.
TDM
"FATHER!"
Drenched in a cold sweat and tears, Sakura shot up from her bed, the images from her dream still rushing though her mind.
Panting she tried to concentrate on breathing. After a few minutes she finally clamed down. Brushing her sweat soaked bangs from her eyes she looked at her alarm clock.
5:15am
Groaning, she got up. She had a few hours till she would go see them, and boy would they be surprised. The prospect of seeing them again brought a ghost of a smile to her face that didn't quite meet her eyes.
'Well there's no going back to sleep now' she thought, mentally scolding her inner self for thinking of such memories at a time like this. She had to be strong in order to complete her mission. And she could not afford the weakness of emotions. Not now, when she had come so far.
Slowly she made her way to the bathroom, she grabbing some clothes and turning on the light. Undressing and stepping into the warm water she felt as though all her troubles washed away. It felt great if only for a minute.
Emerging, she felt all the weight of her life return. Sighing as though defeated, she dried off and got dressed in a long black skirt, with two slits on the side, a fitted dark purple sleeveless shirt, with a black cross in the middle, and a small black hooded cloak.
After a fleeting glance at the mirror, she left her room and entered the kitchen. While grabbing an apple off the counter, she slipped on some black sandals. Glancing at her hall closet, she reached inside and pulled out a black strap. She pulled up her skirt a little and slipped it on her thigh. Grinning darkly, she grabbed her dagger and placed it in the pouch on the strap. She grabbed her bag and left the apartment with her long waist length pink hair flowing behind her.
TDM
"No! Please no!"
"Shut up you insolent wench!"
"No please stop!"
"YOU WILL LISTEN TO MY WISHES BITCH!"
SLAP
"AAAAAARRRRHHHHH!"
In a small dimly lit room, dark green eyes opened and glared at the wall, as if willing the persecutor behind it to drop dead. A thought not far from his mind.
Getting out of bed the tall young man went to the wall and punched it. As his fist collided a small crater formed in the sheetrock.
Blood dripped down his hand but he didn't seem to notice. A single tear slid down his ivory skin.
Shaking he left his room and entered the bathroom.
The walls were molded and the wallpaper was pilling off. The room had a disgusting stench to it and it caused his eyes to water. Disrobing, he stepped into the revolting shower to ride himself of the grim that encased him.
Revolting as it was, as the scorching raced down his abused skin, he felt a little better. The water soothed his aching mussels and the newly formed bruises and cuts on his arms and chest.
Though even the water couldn't stop his thoughts from turning to his awakening.
It was all HIS fought. (HIS and HE being another person) HE was the one who took his sister almost every night. The one who cast his older brother out, and beat him when he tried to stop the seductions of his beloved sister.
HE was their uncle, the man their father left them to five years ago. After their father's death, they were passed around until they were given to this man, withering in pain, just wanted to please him and find love that their other relatives wouldn't give. HE knew that and their uncle played on it. A week after they had arrived, their uncle had started sexually abusing Temari, and beating Kankurou. All he could do was sit by and sink into the shadows. He was the youngest and could do nothing but cry. So he welcomed the shadows, they protected him. They hid him from the world that he loathed with a passion.
And now Kankurou was gone. He saw an opportunity to leave two years ago after his graduation. He had tried to take them with him, but their uncle caught them. And now Kankurou was gone. Though he sent small amounts of money to help him and Temari leave the horrid place.
Tears of hate rushed down his skin, and now it looked like Temari and he might never get out. Seething he stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a most likely dirty towel, then headed for his room. He could still hear the cries of his sister and then moans of that freak. Unable to stand it he turned on his stereo.
He grabbed a pair of baggy black cargo pants and a black 'Dir En Grey' shirt. He ran his hand through his short blood red hair and grabbed his shoes.
As he slipped into the kitchen, he saw a devastating sight. His sister stood there, tiring to cook some eggs but she was shaking from head to toe. Her usually well-kept hair was knotted and hanging loosely. Her once beautiful strong arm were bruised black and blue.
She looked up from the stove and he saw a large black eye forming on her face. Sighing he walked over to her, his usually cold and impassive eyes taking on an affectionate gleam.
"Good morning Gaara, let me get you some food." Said Temari, giving him a weak smile.
Just as she reached for the salt, her strength seemed to wear out, and she fell to her knees.
Running to her side, "Sister!" Gaara dropped down and helped her stand.
"Sit down I'll cook that jack ass his damn breakfast." Said Gaara kindly. (How do you swear kindly? Oh well)
"No Gaara! You can't do that! You'll be late for work! I…I can …do it." she tired to get up, but he pushed her down.
"Don't worry about me, Iruka will understand. Now sit down and let me cook."
";Sigh; Ok, you win."
"Good"
He helped her up and placed her at the table, making sure she wouldn't fall. He grabbed the pan and finished cooking the eggs for his 'dear' uncle Yashamaru.
Soon he would leave this house. Soon he and Temari would leave the house that held so many dark, tormenting memories. Soon, Very soon.
TBC
Alright! So not that big of a change, but to me it was so NAH! Lol. Alright, you know the drill!
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