By the Author: Oil to a lighter. I'm back. First of all, this story got revamped. I've removed the lyrics to it because fanfiction doesn't like that, but kept one stanza. I don't advertise any of the dark related themes. I wanted to merely venture off and explore a side of fanfiction angst that doesn't get shown sometimes. I want to send a subliminal message to everyone out there that thinks child abuse, rape, murder, deceit and lies are a game. I want people to know that life is precious. Don't waste it. Be kind. Much love.
Disclaimer: This story was created by Mari (or SkylarkAincrad). Please do not copyright this story in any way, shape or form – or I will report you to and have my rights reserved. The song off inspiration chosen is "Meltdown," by Kagamine Rin. The characters presented are rightfully handed to Masashi Kinomoto and Viz-Media® where the Naruto world is owned by both. I just get to modify and control who and what they are involved in by the power of FanFiction. Please do not claim any illegal rights. Thank you.
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"Lights of the town are shining, with a chilly pain like ether anesthetic. Unable to sleep at 2 A.M…everything has changed and lost control of rule."
"Meltdown" by Kagamine Rin
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My feelings and the ignorance of those around me deserve to be settled. Why must I suffer because of their stupidity and their foolishness to see that I am dying inside? Why must they torment me with their attachments towards them? Why do I live for suffering? For I am the child of damned…that is what he called me.
In synched with the rest of the world that lives to hate me…and he is to blame.
…and he will pay.
Her lip curled in an evil way. "You will pay," she whispered.
It was a cold, wet and dark night.
In the darkness, a light shined dimly in the dark and murky secluded area. It was raining as well, the sky's tears falling from the clouds. Around midnight, the place looked pitched black with the occasional flash of watch light roaming the area around it. There was the sound of water hitting the ground. There were puddles imprinting on the large dirt bed, creating large mud puddles. Several light projectors scanned and traced itself on the floor precariously and in pattern. Up, around, up, down, around, left, right, right, left, up and down, and all around. Repeat.
The beams trailed across wet ground and following a path to the building as it traveled up the walls of the large building and over it. The building stood in the middle of the secluded area, seemingly tall and extremely wide. It looked like a prison house, and no one was there on the premises. It was desolate. The walls of the building were built dark blue, noticeably as the beams of light surpassed the building and rounded back to follow the same pattern of light show again and again and again, never stopping and never failing to fall out of sync.
It was a beautifully dark, mysterious and sexy night. It was deathly quiet, other than the rain that gave one chills.
The walls were built dark blue—…like his eyes….the walls were sturdier than given credit for to protect what was inside of it: a nuclear reactor.
And that's what the area was. A military base for a nuclear reactor for the energy of the city and the nuclear reactor that was renounced a metonymy to most folks. There was such breaking news about its construction. It was finally built up, and its appearance gave the inhabitants of the city close by so many mixed feelings – most of which were negative. This coveted area for people to protect; it was a sanctuary, and a natural artifact that meant well to the people of the city. This nuclear reactor destroyed it. At times, those of the city thought it didn't belong. The area was a stupid idea, and just a way for the government to check daily on them. They hated it.
One person would make it right.
And that intruder was the dimmest light.
She swayed and dragged her feet into the ground, feeling heavy and yet light-headed. She dully walked forward, and crouched down when she reached the barb wires. Taking metal shears, she snipped the barb wire, a small hole just enough to get her head through, and squeezed her form through. Once intact, she left the sheers behind, and walked forward in a crouched position. Glancing in all directions, the girl sat on the mud. She giggled silently at the idea of the mud coating her two cheeks and would probably paint the picture of her fullness down there once she got up.
She was pelted by fresh rain and inhaled the smells of dirt, mud and water. It calmed her down. Looking at the lights that traced the ground, she watched and watched for an hour. Memorizing directions, and pathways and habits.
The lights were her guide.
Once she was happy with her decision, she took off. Her converse splashed on the hard ground, her feet hitting the puddles exactly where they lay. She left no footprints in the ground. She watched the lights trail up, one in front and one behind her. She was in perfect sync, not to be discovered by anyone and anything. When two beams from her sides looked like they were to converge at her position she shifted her body and ran into a diagonal. Once that was finished, she followed the path as exact precision. Up, around, up, down, around, left, right, right, left, up and down, and all around. Repeat. All was done in sync, with exactly ten seconds before the light behind her and five seconds after the light before her.
Still keeping her face forward, the rain attacked her. Her grey jacket accumulated mud, and cling to her like secondary skin. Her skinny jeans were black and rubbed her legs to make them burn and itch from the freezing cold. She was determined to keep going.
This was a suicidal mission.
There was no turning back. She got caught; she would be shot without question. She could only move forward, and that she did. Her eyes shone in every direction, looking at the watch lights tower and with ease, dodged the light with dexterity to her surprise, extremely quietly. Approaching the blue walled building, she ran into and slammed her body against it. An exact inch from either side of her body, the yellow bright lights traced upward to the building and clasped her hands flat against the building. She nearly got caught when the watch light grazed behind her and swallowed deeply. She was ready to be caught, but knew she would be disappointed if she did. She wanted to see this to the end. Shutting her eyes, she let the ragged breath she didn't even know she was holding as the watch light passed behind her running from her right to her left side.
Once they were up, she let a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Without word, her mouth feeling dry, and she counted to 120 in her head. Once 120 were up, she went and slid on the mire as the lights almost nicked her. All she felt was the filth that went against her hair, and drenched her clothes. Making it to a dark corner, crevice hidden from the lights, she took a bolt driver from her waist pack and looked for an air hatchet. Once she found one that she obviously couldn't reach the girl jumped high enough to grasp the bars, almost screaming when her nose collided with the walls. Looking up, she took one arm and unbolted the two top bolts. She felt the hatchet loosen and collapsed with it as it fell. The weight of this metal cover hit the ground, and she didn't care.
The rain was being such a bitch right now.
She glared when she jumped and slid off countless times from the wet metal and her slippery hands. There wasn't anything to cling onto that would ease her body and pull her form up. Between the rain and her and the entrance to the nuclear reactor, this was getting nowhere. She thought and with no other choice she took her bolt driver, and smashed it so far into the wall as she could. Countless times, she performed this act. It was murderous intent.
Once it was deep enough that it stuck to the wall, protruding out, she grasped to it and jumped to grab the hatchet metal. With the differences in weight, now she was almost lighter she swung her body up. She managed only half herself in and half out. She sighed once more, and calmly infiltrated the building with her cunning ways of knowing openings. She took her pocket knife and slashed an opening through the dusty filter. She stopped breathing as dust flew everywhere. She took what she got. Swinging forward, biting the urge to cry when she felt bruises on her belly and waist forming. She managed herself all the way up. She turned and gasped when the bolt driver went to the ground.
She smiled serenely.
There was no turning back.
Reaching in her fanny pack, she grabbed a little flashlight that she put away earlier. She shimmied. The girl cursed at her luck as the light gave in and her very deep jade eyes met darkness. Her eyes shone like a cat, her eyes emerald jewels. She winced as the light shone on the entrance and smiled as the light scanned over it. She was sweating bullets at this point, and with that she sighed heavenly as she rested. She blushed as she realized that she was holding in her breath again and decided to let her lungs relieve themselves. As the air welcomed her, she decided to get a move on and as she did, she thought backwards. Grimacing, she stopped and hugged her knees.
She began to think of all this trouble was worth it all? What would her grandfather think of her if she had gotten herself caught by the military for sneaking in? He was at his limits with her anyway; she'd definitely be kicked out with no question, her clothes and belongings burned. What would her relatives think? They'd hate her even more and find a reason to keep talking about her. What would everyone else think? She giggled, of course they'd just think of a reason more to talk about her.
What would he think if he'd found about what she'll do, if she gets the chance?
She scowled, "And he happened to find out and stayed away from me. He lied as my best friend. He betrayed me. He…he used me and taunted me in the end. He poked at me and he knew…he knew I liked him…and now left me alone to find interest in other women as well."
The female paused and picked her head from her knees and kept a knowing look to herself, "Well he can have them. Just like my damned father had as well with my sane mother who's now under me! All I need is my sick and twisted dreams. Oh yes, those crazy but insane dreams…" She cackled darkly.
The female deeply looked up to the metal walls on top of her that were aligned so strongly. The walls around her ran forever for the air to pass through and she was surprised that the walls held her up from the bottom of her. The woman thought for sure she'd fall through. She smirked.
'Yes those dreams of him. Those horrible and morbid dreams that I wished were gone. The only reason I lived was because of his lie. If I lived on lies, maybe I'd still be happy. He made me believe that I was going to be alright despite those stories that people talked about. Was it really my fault they died? Teehee, well this time I could care less. I've come to accept my nickname. From now on, nobody shall call me by my real name. It shall be child of the damned.'
13 years ago…
"Hah, Look at her, she's supposed to be dead!"
"What's good about her?!"
"She deserved to die. How can she live knowing that she's a curse?!"
"Yes, I agree, a curse to her name…a beautiful for a damned creature!
"She doesn't deserve to live…" one said solemnly.
"You know I heard she ringed the neck of her cousin?!"
"What a little bitch!"
"SHE KILLED HER COUSIN?! WHAT A MONSTER!"
"What? That's unforgivable! That bitch! Why isn't she turned into the police?!"
"Well, I'm assuming the police have no idea it was her!"
"Cha, we all know it's her!"
There were whispers and murderous hatred that surrounded those harsh murmurs. "Ah, I bet she's just a little—…" The voices were cut off as a pink-haired female around their age approached them saddened and looking down. The girl clutched her backpack straps tightly and didn't bother looking up. Actually she was shorter than everyone being naturally tiny from her mother's side. Like hell, her mother wasn't alive anymore. And all Sakura could do was cry deeply. Deeply shed tears for the mourning loss of her beloved mother.
She never cried.
Never in her life had she shed tears for the mortals that surrounded her. Hating her…never shedding tears because of their behalf because they were weak. No need to share tears for the weak. Yes, the weak. They hated her.
"What's worse, than that?! Her f'ing family is behind the shitty reactor being built. They're filthy rich cunts that are living the good life!
"Why are she and her family still alive? Those eyes she has are that of the devil!"
She blushed when she looked down to see a lot of feet. How embarrassing to have people staring at you with such disgust written on your face. She almost cried when upperclassmen started to laugh on her behalf. They didn't like her at all. No one liked her. Her eyes still shut; she walked in darkness with her mind open. She found it better that maybe if she didn't look at anyone the power of her eyes might not shoot someone dead.
…her cursed eyes that she received from her father.
That father gave her those eyes. That father that caused her pain and that father that caused her mother pain. She recalled a time where she took scissors and wanted to gouge them out of her sockets. That father was the reason why her mother was underground. That father was the whole reason for her being hated. That father was the enemy of her grandfather. That father was accepted and rejected from the bad luck he caused on accident. That father was the father she had deeply appreciated. That father raped her mother, and slept with other women. That father cheated on her mother and her family. That father abused her until she couldn't breathe. That father was the reason why she was herself.
And she hated herself because she was half of him, that bastard.
Those that surrounded her, they were ignorant. Of course no one (and most definitely) would not care to even listen to what she had to say. They thought if they got to know her, they'd probably be sleeping underground forever. She winced at that thought and hugged herself. The harsh whispers turned into booing and more inappropriate noises.
"Cha, she's really not that good of a person. Not greeting us at all? What the heck is that about?"
Another voice piped in a musky way, "well what do you expect? She's the child of the damned."
The pink-haired female picked her head up and winced.
That dreaded nickname coming from the damned being her father. Child of the damned, he was the damned and she was the child of him. Her eyes opened up. And the color that shone amongst the hallways of the school belonged only to her.
No one could match the color of her eyes. There were some people who had green eyes; some had forest, emerald, the color of grass, limes. Those were yellow undertones.
Her eyes were jade.
And they were narrowed. Both eyes were narrowed.
She was glaring at the ground.
She was glaring at the ground, and her face conjured up into a daring face, teeth clenched and her pearly whites showed as she growled. She finally spoke up, everyone drinking in the argument that was waiting to brew. She did not turn around, but she knew who the voice belonged to. "What do you know, hmm? You've already betrayed me and yet you desire to complete my life. And hate me along with them. My sins are amended and I have done nothing wrong." She replied menacingly and sarcastically to the voice.
The voice held amusement, "What have that."
"You betrayed me. And you knew my feelings. You played with my feelings and emotions. And for now I do not care about you." The female pressed firmly. She looked up and the crowd of students cowered.
The voice of mockery laced, "Well that's just because you never looked at me. And I finally came around to see that you really a curse. Just like you grandfather told me in your house."
The female responded once more with anguish and disgust. "So you ended talking to him. And you lied about that telling me you stopped by and left my house. You lied when you told me you were not talking to my grandfather. You lied to me saying that you just stopped and left after my grandfather assured you I wasn't there…you just were selfish."
"Yes, I was."
She looked up. He looked down. And jade eyes met onyx.
"You choked your cousin," he added madly.
"I didn't do that! What possessed you to believe I was the cause of that?! She killed herself! She wanted and deserved to die." She dryly responded. "She needed to die. She was already weak. She had cancer!" She offered. He looked surprised, as other students did. She kept firing her bullets. "You can call me so many things you lot. But you have the audacity to think I didn't love my cousin enough that I'd strangle her. That's sick and twisted!"
He retorted, "You were still the main cause of her suffering! You were always on her mind, causing so much trouble! I still believe you killed her!" He raised his voice. She gasped lightly and he ignored it.
"I loved her. You knew that." He gritted his teeth, with anger ridden words, as he enunciated each word. The girl visibly shook, and his eyes widened. She shivered and he took notice as his onyx eyes shone.
"Y-You were…you were…jealous. You tried to kill her because of me! You were jealous! What have you, just because I don't return your feelings doesn't mean you decide that I can't be happy!" He yelled.
She did not say anything and he reached to slap her. "You bitch!" He screamed. She did not say anything as her pale skin reddened and bruised. He slapped her again, much more forced and a lot harder, as students watched the scene, frightened. He held another hand at her a struck her that she fell to the floor. "You little bitch!"
She gasped as she reached the ground and looked down. The pain stung, and still she kept a motionless and uncaring face – a face with no stained tears.
She looked at him with her lips curled in a wicked smile. She burst out laughing, sending chills to the people's spines. He stepped back, his eyes wide. "You're still trying to comfort yourself, Sasuke. After all this time, you're still going with that story to make yourself feel better." She laughed again at the irony so much that her sides began to hurt and she looked at him with such malevolent delight. "You're suffering her loss, and you're saddened that you weren't the one to see her get buried. Really, are you that vain?" she grinned, when he shook in fear. "Oh, is that vulnerability I see? You're caught up in the fake illusion that you actually meant something to her," she stepped around him in a circle. He remained frigid, not moving one muscle.
She smiled sweetly, the audience now whispering things about Sasuke. Apparently, she heard some muttering about "misjudging the pinky," and "what freaks!"
Finally she mustered up a dark response, "You call me a liar, but what are you Uchiha?" His body shook violently when she spat his last name out. "Heh, do not think highly of yourself. She had asked me to remember her goodness before she decided to hang herself with a bet on the ceiling hook. She couldn't take it what with her growing disease and my uncle's fucking idiocy to drink and beat her to oblivion. She had no one but me, but even I was not enough to steer her better judgment. But now that I think about it, she seems to be free now. Free from this family."
Others started to take note that she hadn't used the word "my" in her speech.
"You want to scold me for bad things? What have I done other than to try and prove that there is one person in this family that isn't bad? Even she wasn't a saint the way you thought she was. After all, she is a Haruno." He watched. She laughed and cursed her cousin. "She was prostitute!. She slept with everyone in the quarters, our guards, our family members, and she couldn't be stopped. She sinned so much and truth be told, she used you too."
He gasped, when her face was so close to his. Her eyes were flared with wild distaste and her face was livid and crazed, "If anything she used you to seek revenge on my behalf. She hates you, if you hadn't known. She deeply hates you a lot." She whispered as she sucked in all the pain and soon numbness.
He froze and clenched his teeth.
"You cursed her! You never cared about her!"
And that was when she broke in a deathly scream that shook through the school. Yet nothing ceased to happen. She noticed the students gasp and wince, all the more the ground shook. How dare he scold her for her emotions? Emotions, like she was a robot, and she knew that's what he thought of her. Not even human!
"How dare you…"
He didn't respond.
"How do you dare to tell me what I felt about her death…how dare you! You insignificant bastard! You wretch! You paint yourself lies! All of you!" Her hair whipped to the crowd that was cowering. "How do you all live with yourself!" She gritted her teeth, "And if that wasn't enough, she was already dead and I did nothing but saw my grandfather strike an axe at her and smother her in the blood that you crave to make one with! Before I could do anything, her head was removed and her insides were torn!"
She was crying out-loud. "How could my own grandfather do that to one of his own grandchildren! How could his disrespect my cousin's body like that!" She finally broke down, the police on the sidelines, not moving. Everyone was watching her confessional. It was theatrical, and in some twisted way gorgeous. "He told me not to tell anyone. He threatened me secrecy and loyalty. He painted this picture, and spread multiple rumors one being that which you've all heard. That I killed my cousin. I couldn't stop it. He would kill me, just like all the others in my family have threatened to me."
People began to look at the girl with pity.
"Even if I were to do something…she'd never give me the same happy smile that I loved and cherished to live by. She was everything to me. EVERYTHING I HAD LEFT. You thought I loved you? Well, I did but you squashed my heart into tiny little pieces! AND NOT EVEN TO YOU! SHE HATES YOU BECAUSE SHE KNEW YOU WERE USING MY EMOTIONS! YOU'RE JUST A BASTARD LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" She raised her voice and her eyes narrowed as she clutched the lockers for support, picking herself up to glare at her ex-best friend.
She heard nothing but heard a gasp emit from the boy, ignoring it.
The female decided to walk onward, breaking the stare with their eyes. She looked down on the ground and closed her eyes gently once more. Shielding her and gathering her composure. "What…" he muttered.
"That is this family. A bunch of murderers and a bunch of bad people…" She whispered to the audience and some gasped. She added, "That's what they are. They murder, rape, steal, lust, boast, brag…" She paused and looked at some of the shocked faces and looked back to see her best friend stilled and the back of him facing her shaking.
She sighed, and looked around, "And I thought for once I could make a difference. I have done nothing wrong. I'm not cursed. I just bring bad luck thanks to the bad blood my family came upon. And I have done nothing wrong. I'm just their child…and I have done nothing wrong." She emphasized all her repeated phrases.
All stares were on her.
"I guess I'm really a horrible person. Like you said, Uchiha-kun."
The boy flinched at his last name, usually hearing her lovely "Sasuke" from her mouth. And he knew all too well she wouldn't go around saying "Sasuke" anymore. She paused and he turned to see her pained face.
The girl smiled, "I'm the child of the damned. Both sides of them are damned."
And with that, she approached the police that held her shoulders in a firm grip. The captain exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Her deathly white pale hand grasped the police's hand on her shoulder in solemn. She nodded, and was escorted out. Her footsteps echoed in the empty halls. It was so silent. No one could make a sound. People were crying, and some were breaking down. Others were feeling horrible about themselves.
Her story was completely true, and they all knew it was.
Moments later, the boy she was yelling at whispered her real name, and that was all.
Present day…
She smiled as she had done those four years ago. The girl laughed and stared at the pathway to her left, "I have no regrets. Because, that was the truth." And with that murmur, she started to crawl across the nuclear reactor. The female finally reached her destination and started to laugh seeing that no one was there. And, decided to think back once more. She found this routine extremely relaxing.
She promised herself she wouldn't have any more problems. And start her confessions. Her longing confessions were deep pleas to Heaven. Pleading her repentance, she had done wrong. She knew that being jealous and envious is a sin. She knew. The female pushed her bangs, still pastel colored, and sat on her legs as she had done for every time she committed an act against her family. Every time she was punished, she sat like this to punish and relinquish the guilt: it was painful.
Sitting like this made her legs numb to never walk for a few hours, promising herself that she would not be able to do anything wrong for a long while and therefore relieve the guilt. Relieve the blaming. At least everyone would know she couldn't have done anything because she could not move. At the most, she was getting used to the feeling of pain and for some reason.
Pain was just a word that escaped her lovely mouth.
She began to remember how her mother would take her to church, and take her back to the house. She loved both those places. And every Saturday, she would smile in her lovely dresses at the folks that used to look at her sympathetically. Hallowed whispers of the "child of damned man" or "poor child, that father of her…left her family in a wreck" and "her father, the bastard". She only smiled and truthfully let the words soothe herself. She was selfish to believe that they would not have thought of her like that man.
She was glad for that.
Her mother would hold her hands, and gently raise them to her forehead and smother them in gentle caresses. She felt like her mother was taking them home. Not in their terrace, but their own make believe home that was really her haven. "Heaven must feel like that, and most even more," she would say dreamily to her mother. Her mother would only smile, "Yes, and much more."
That all lasted until the accident, making the memory darker. So much darker when her mother had collapsed because she was ill, with cancer and all, the female's mother could not ever see her. As she would always sneak inside her mother's bedroom to see her, her grandfather would only shun her away having her mother scream for the love of her treasured child to come back.
"Stay out, you bastard's child." she would her grandfather say.
And that would be the end of the story.
Her eyes were emotionless when she thought of the day after.
Her mother was buried underground as many people reached out in black. Interesting enough, the female at that age of now eight, was standing in the back will a void expression. Nor shedding tears: just standing their next to her grandfather. Her grandfather was looking at his daughter being buried and glared as he spoke to the person beside him. "That damned wife of mine gave this illness that took my child away from me. And this child," pointing to his granddaughter, "gave Hatsuko-chan her illness. She's cursed! I tell you she's absolutely cursed! After all not even her father wants her! Now she's stuck with me!"
The girl didn't move when he openly spoke this to others that were around the area after her mom's funeral. "Not to mention that bitch's new girl has a child with the same illness as Hatsuko! I will get revenge for that damned cousin of his!" She knew what her grandfather was talking about.
Her father conceived another child, who happened to be her mother's cousin. It certainly broke her mother's heart. Little did people know that the child of that relationship had been diagnosed with the same illness.
"And this one!" He yanked the girl's hand, and she fell forward. "She was sick, and yet visited Hatsuko-chan! She wanted Hatsuko to speak a day with her all the time all knowing that she was sick! You, child! A selfish bitch you are…and your father is a monster. I will get revenge on him. And you will watch."
She visibly winced as her grandfather clenched his hands, and left without warning. The girl let a breath out she didn't know she was holding in. And to that, the young version of her was the damned. And realized she was the daughter, the child of her father.
And it was then the female really grasped the idea that her mother was dead. She whispered, "Hatsuko…my beautiful and loving mother's name. The name that everyone loved as I have; the name of every person in my family that dreaded to be jealous of because she was far prettier than everyone else; and the namesake of a woman who cared so deeply for me…that name that belonged to that woman is dead. She told me before that her name meant, blessed or beautiful child: the first born. This first born beautiful child that even I was jealous because of her beauty as my age…the only child of my grandfather is now dead. And it's because of my…my cousin, why would she do this?"
With her pauses, she looked up at the sky and back down with a murmur to spare. "She knew I loved my mother…"
She glared at the gravestone that had engraved "Haruno Hatsuko" on it. She whispered, "the first born child of the spring, hmm?" She hugged herself and cradled the hands that her mother caressed and once kissed lightly, "well dearest mother, spring has started on your side of the world, I'm sure of it. Please remember me."
She held her hands to bring them to her mouth, and she kissed them.
"I will live as long as I need to make things right. And then I'll come to you."
And that was that.
The older female version smiled, "That was me. And this is me now mother. I will live. I promise you. I will live and I will only live with you. You have not deserved to die. You have done nothing wrong."
The female's eyes flashed. "I remember dreaming of my older self, you know? I remember in that vivid dream, I was choking my younger self after I died because I wanted it to be me who died and relinquish yourself. Your suffrage was unnecessary because hath you didn't deserve to be a mother of a child at such a young age. You were only sixteen years old, mother. You were so rash to get yourself married that you failed to see my father. No, damned was only using your body as a tool to his endearment."
She giggled, "I cannot blame you, though. As have I fell into that trap except I am not pregnant with a child. I fell in love with a bastard, and only to realize that he liked. No, loved my cousin. That cousin that my father conceived a child with your own cousin. That bitch who slept with so many other people but I was always blamed. I thought she was on my side all the time, I thought my grandfather was wrong. But it's all true. Betrayal is all that was rewarded. Then if that's not enough, today that bastard of mine married and conceived yet another child. I hid in the bushes, while the marriage was taking place mama. It turns out he had loved your best friend, mother, and decided to marry her to get back at your kind and punish your gentleness.
Now, with a heavy heart, she finally moved.
"Trust me…you and I will be amended."
It took three full hours, now the brink of dawn was setting. She managed to walk at the twists and turns. It need not say she reached her destination.
Her father's office.
Yes, she had known her father worked in this shithole. He was the source to her suffering. He was the big man behind all the closed doors. He was the source to the people's suffering. People blamed her for his compliancy to create this thing so close to civilization. Children were suffering because of this monster.
Children were contracting cancer from the radiation.
All the female's memories flooded her, and her ears were blocked and she couldn't hear anything. She remembered everything vividly as the only praise from her grandfather was "you have a good memory." And she wasn't sure that was to be proud of. And for some reason, the last memory was his face. The face of the man she hated but loved.
"S-Sasuke…n-no...n-no Sasuke. I-I," she gasped.
"I don't want to die. Oh, I don't want to die!"
It only brought death to her ears, and suddenly her mind was blocked.
Her lungs did not cave in, nor did she care.
She kept screaming.
She took a lighter, and started a small one on his pictures of his new family that quickly escalated. She smiled as the walls were starting to singe. His office was destroying itself. Alarms went off, and people filed in. She quickly moved to her new destination. She took her handgun, and ran up the steps to reach her last ultimatum. She stared at the arc reactors and made her way to the corridors.
Unknown to anyone, she managed to bring part of the place down. It was enough to cause the whole place to be shut down immediately. Her father was arrested that day, and she would be remembered. Her family members were all taken into custody. She would be remembered. But she also would not be there.
She would not be there to see it all take place.
Some walls began to cave in and she knew she was hovering over the core of the nuclear reactor. She knew if she fell and it exploded, she would die. But she did no effort to move. She was frightened of herself. And it was then that after seventeen years of living, her last name and her real name mattered all to her. Everything mattered, and she knew she was loved somewhere.
But she knew she could find it, when she died, at least.
She was no longer a curse.
And her name, the name she hated was all she thought about as the screws from the walls broke and the sirens went off. She closed her eyes as she felt the vents giving in. Her amends were made; she did nothing to stop them. And with that wetness was on her face. She winced as she touched them, her eyes flying wide open. She was crying. "Tears?" she whispered, and screamed loudly in whining. And blackness was given to her as the vents broke and she fell deeply. "No! No! Stop crying! Tears are a weakness! Tears for the damned are the weakness! Stop crying!"
A figure with a familiar smoke scent and pushed her flying. Suddenly she felt nothing supporting her. The railings she was holding on to for dear life were gone and the support below her as well.
She was falling too fast. All were deaf to her.
All she heard was her own mourning and her tears that splashed on her shirt to make a wet mess, her screaming and loud scolding of her was all she heard. She did not care that she was so high up in the air that any minute she would hit the ground and it would be the end of her. Damnit! Stop crying!" And that was when she realized, she wasn't the child of the damned, she was the one and only Haruno Sakura.
The only Sakura. Not just Haruno, but just Sakura.
And demonic blackness met her eyes. Her back collided with metal as she screeched knowing something slam into her. She hadn't reached the ground yet. Whatever it was, she didn't care. Her tears and her flushed face, her voice all gone from the screaming. Everything was pulsating, she was actually living. She committed sins, she knew, and repented against them. All her sins were sung through her heart that she thought she could control. Her back was starting to burn and her eyes were rolling into deep slumber.
She had recalled her father's livid and outrageous expression when he saw her there. She had managed to catch him, pointing her gun at him. He, once, looked scared that karma would take him away. Then, she lowered it slowly and he could breathe. He said she was one who burnt his office to a crisp. She didn't respond. When he asked why hadn't she shot him, she had left the gun in his possession. She didn't even speak a word to him. After all, it was his gun he gave her. The gun she never used to become a murderer, a liar, a thief, and a crook. She was just a pyromaniac. She drawled. She lived with that for remaining minutes she had.
Unfortunately, she was too good.
And this would be her last day. She hadn't known how this all happened, but it did. She didn't remember the government taking this place down. She didn't remember the third party. All she knew was that she was pushed off the isles, and was falling. And sadly, it was her that suffered the brutality. Her father had gotten out alive, with his goons. She wasn't lucky enough to escape.
She could barely hear anything being deaf from everything around her.
She was becoming blind and deaf? Good. That was her original plan, and her image of her haven that her mother brought to her. Her haven in which she thought she would share with the one she had loved.
Her haven…no matter how she begged to forget. She had wanted nothing more than a haven with him. She wasn't ready for death. She changed her mind. She screamed for Sasuke to rescue her, knowing he would not come for her.
"I-I have reached perfect…world," she brokenly said. "…f-forgive me." She paused and smiled up at the ceiling as the burst behind her burned her pale and lovely back. The people were screaming when a storm of people were taking them by hand out and arresting them. She smiled. It looks like her leaked information into the public, for what the nuclear reactors were hiding, wasn't accepted by the people after all.
She didn't hear anything. No one ever did.
She chose to ignore them as she whispered. "I-I've committed this last sin unintentionally. May this noble cause I've done save the kids of the city I've grown up in live long. And at least," she laughed to herself although she couldn't hear herself, "Haruno Sakura has served to get rid of the one area that brought trouble to the people that hated her, right?"
And that was all she heard as she rested. A single gunshot to the her head, and her body hit the ground.
A man, at the age of now eighteen, was at her grave.
"Haruno Sakura," he whispered, "you really are not the child of the damned," the man smiled, "You are a child that has suffered. You are the fallen cherry blossom of the spring. You are remembered for saving our children these days. And it was too late for me to catch you before you fell." He smiled as he kissed the top of the gravestone, placing new and baby fresh cherry blossoms that he had spent five days searching for.
It was sad, knowing that he was going to apologize to her when she had told him off in front of the whole school. That day was the last day he had ever saw her. The police had taken her into hiding, because that confessional of her family would have cost her life had they knew she was a snitch. He recalled tossing and turning the night before he was announced that she would not be returning to the school. The news getting home to was blaring, and it was releasing footage of those family members being handcuffed and mangled out of their homes. She would not be allowed back into civilization until those trials were finished.
And all the while, her father was hiding with a face change as the person in charge of the nuclear reactors. The girl saved everyone unknowingly. And when Sasuke had heard the trials were to be finished, he thought he would see her again.
He thought he was going to see her again. He kiss her face all over, beg and plea at her feet for forgiveness. She'd make him happy. He knew she would. And he would too. He would try so much to. He would gravel at her just to get her to say yes. They'd have children, not children of the damned. He would love this woman.
And then, the news were leaked that she was dead.
Her father, with that gun she returned, had shot her.
This had hit him in the stomach. Apparently, the newscast revealed that it wouldn't have mattered since reports were in that she was pushed by her father and would have fallen to her death anyways. No matter how much the news looked at it, she was the person to stop the madness of this project into play. She was able to stop her father. She was able to set things right. It cost her life.
He didn't know what to do anymore.
So many people were honoring her. So many people who called her names or encountered her were disgusted with themselves. He was left with countless days he had spent grueling over how he would apologize. And he would never get to anymore. Her face burned in his mind, and he could only remember the day she had smiled painfully beautiful at him, the day she was crying when he picked her cousin over her, her stoic face when he told her to f'off and that he f'ed her cousin, and the last day that she yelled at him that she had loved him.
Now, he couldn't see her. She was buried ten feet underground.
"At the most, you will bloom somewhere, and you will find that perfect world." He started to cry as salty tears cascaded his midnight eyes, "And you're perhaps right. Death was your serenity. Haruno Sakura, my best friend and the woman I denied my love for who was stupid to love me. And the person who despite everything we've been through still loved me."
He sniffed, and cried until he felt his breathing stir.
He mourned the loss of his love.
"I'm so sorry, Sakura. And so thankful. Thank you. Thank you so much, Sakura."