I totally gave up on my other story. This one is mostly written by Midnight Sun but I really liked it.
So she let me edit and post.
A lot of this stuff is based off the movie Legion. (Which I do not own and neither does midnight Sun.)
I do not own Naruto. So don't sue. Please review. I don't know about you guys but this story is totally awesome. Review thank you
As a cry echoed down the long corridor King Fugaku Vynice Uchiha the II knew he was in trouble.
He had always been a level headed man, that was something that ran in the family. That's why his family had been ruling for so long; but in a situation like this. Who was not going to be nervous, the world was now resting in the hands of an infant female, who was to mate his arrogant son no less. His arrogant son, who was currently pacing the room at this very moment.
He sighted and rubbed his temples once he was finished he as looking at his hands, calloused. From many years of hard work of on and off the field.
He had sired two children, taken a lovely wife, and built a kingdom.
But nothing in his long stomach churning career had prepared him for this.
Who knew the demon world was coming to this, to lay the hands of the world in the hands of a mere infant child.
More tortured screams' echoed down the hall. Everyone winced besides his wife whom had a knowing expression on her face. Like she had been there, done that.
Which she had.
Suddenly he felt very sad for that poor baby.
A couple more stretches of stressed silence swiped through the room and then the physician entered the room. His hands drenched in blood a drained expression dawned his thin pale face.
"It is done. The child has been born, without any complications. You may see them now." He said his whole body slumped up against the door frame.
Everyone rushed out of the room his wife stopped by the door and held out her hand like she wanted him to grab on. Which he did.
They made their way down the hall way he looked at Sasuke his son who was to mate the poor female.
He motioned with his head for his son to enter first.
The red haired woman was on the mattress her hair stuck to her forehead from sweat.
A peaceful smile slapped on her pink lips.
A wailing baby in her arms.
The room was silent. Sasuke stepped up the woman. And held his arms out like he wanted to hold the baby she held up the screaming infant willingly and Sasuke reached for her cradling the baby in between his muscled arm and his shoulder.
"Her name is Sakura." The woman said.
"Sakura.. " Sasuke breathed staring directly into the babies emerald eyes.
Chapter one- Normal is actually not normal at all. ~ Cydnee Coleman
"SAKURA JANE HARUNO!"
I hated my name. It was ugly.
Just like my stupid orange room. Just like my retarded pit bull. Just like my mom's mean Chihuahua. Just like my big eyed rabbit. Just like me.
I wish I were abnormal. I wish there were something cool about me. About my family, I wish to be different but not like my mom. That would be too weird.
I hate my school uniform.
It makes me look like a cheap prostitute.
Like a little innocent school girl. Not like I was not or something. I was an innocent school girl.
That didn't mean I wanted to be one.
I hated everything besides my friends and my pour cat. My pour sleepless cat.
I really hated getting up in the morning and having to pay attention to my Chemistry teacher yap.
I really hated that one.
But most of all. I hate breakfast. I really hate Oatmeal.
I don't understand why my mom insists I choke the shit down every morning seven days a week. The sad thing about that is: She does not even like it.
I wish my mom was not a doctor.
I wish she would stop worrying about me and start worrying about how bad her boyfriends are. And see that they are all creeps.
I wish my mom would stop forcing me to play instruments and stop forcing me to join the chorus class because 'I have the voice of an angel.'
Sarcastic quotation after sarcastic quotation.
So here I am staring into lifeless oatmeal.
While my mom freaks out about a bruise forming on my arm from bumping into the door frame. I have sensitive skin.
She still freaks out when I get unexplainable bruises. She insists someone is beating me up at school. But I could promise anyone it was not that.
I wish.
I just really wish I was abnormal. I wish I were different. I wish I were
A savior.