Umm.. hi? 0.o My pen name is Jolteon's Thunderbolt and this is my very first fan fiction. I have read many fan fics on here and would like to create my own. The main paring will be SakuraxItachi, because they look good together.
Demons, Weasels, and deadly secrets
Chapter One: Rebirth
Daybreak headed over the horizon under an orphanage. A figure came into view, about the age thirty wearing formal clothes of her village. She smiled slightly as an even older woman then her self with white cotton hair came out the building holding a pink bundle. It was handed to her and she rocked the baby back and forth singing a lullaby. Suddenly without warning, a flash of lightning erupted at the other side of the mountains.
She waited for the infant to cry but it never did. Her eyes gazed up in worry at the day lady who just shrugged and waved good bye at her sending them off into the distance. It stroke her off as a hint of coincidence that it was as if she wanted to get rid of this baby for ages. But for the infant, this was only beginning of her fate.
The occurring adoption day was March twenty eighth, the day of her rebirth and new awakening in another woman's arms. She had no clue who her real mother and father where, just by catching a quick glimpses of their sad faces giving her away to some stranger. She wouldn't exactly know the rest because babies don't really remember a damn thing they saw except their real birth mother.
Her new home was in a medium sized house in the middle of the village. Her care taker was a red haired woman with blue eyes, they did not look alike at all. In her eyes, this will always be true.
Time expanded and the once an orphan was about four summers old. Her mother has just left the girl in the park while she searched around in the stores and bought groceries for the house. A nice and round blue ball was tucked in her small hands. There was many children to play with of all ages waiting for her constant attention. But they paid no mind to her and kept playing with the friends they already had since the beginning.
Her green eyes stared down in shame at the dew covered grass growing steadliy in the earth. Ants moved across in the weeds minding their own business ignoring the towering person above them and kept a piece of mint striped candy balanced on their exoskeletons. She started following the group of ants near a hollow tree with pink petals tied down on the branches. The girl stared at them, taking reference of it's outer beauty oblivious to what was behind her.
She carefully moved around in a circle and smiled at the children. They exchanged looks with each other and smiled back starting a conversation with her till it turned sour. First the topic was about how sunny the sky was then it changed into verbally targeting her pink hair. Why couldn't they pick on the tree? It had the same tinge of color as her own petal locks. Her vision got cloudy when the sun's deadly rays hit her irises dead on. She wouldn't bother with looking those bastards in the eyes because the blows were so painful.
Till suddenly, something inside her snapped. All the children were flung back and hit the ground laying there in the grass groaning in pain. The girl blinked in shock, her fingers and enitre body were trembling in fear. Did she just hit them? It felt so good. So right to knock the wind out of them.
The sun began setting and she finished playing by her self to come across a group of adults that were here to collect their children and return home for supper. But there was no giggling and eager children to grasp their large hands. Just fallen logs of despair. They scattered like roaches bending over on the ground trying to coax their children to come around and communicate with them.
One of the adults stopped what they were doing and watched a pink haired girl out of the corner of their eye. He wondered why she didn't fall over like the rest of them and instead was picking daises out of the flower patch growing next to said cherry blossom tree.
"Sakura, where are you?"
He never stopped glaring at her as the girl got up and ran down the grassy plains into her mothers arms. There was some sort of suspicion as the father gathered around in a circle with the other parents after the girls departure out of the park. He discussed her abnormal quiet personalty amongst the adults and they kept tabs on her from now on. Weeks after the incident no one would bother to talk or confront her.
How this got out, she had no clue. Like the girl would care about her absence of friends. Instead of going out to play at the playground, she would hang out in the back yard or in the house coloring a picture at the kitchen table. But not today. Her adventures indoors has back fired when the mother wanted her to go out and buy milk.
"I need a glass of milk, eggs, and two sticks of butter for biscuits."
She silently obliged dreading the request and crept outside her house for the first time. There was a terrible hot beam of light hovering over her head by the sun and not that much shade coming from the trees. Sakura traveled down the steps and headed for the main area of the village. There was plenty of people mingling in with the crowds starting innocent conversations about their daily lives.
The girl tried put on a hollow mask tricking the people into thinking that she was civil and happy then strolled down the area with a smile on her face. She stopped near a shop and walked on in down the aisles collecting the items and carried them near the counter to be met with a black haired boy with coal eyes. He was quite tall for an eight year old and had two lines going down both side of his face. Said boy kept staring at her while he paid for his own things and walked out the door with some pocket change from the large bill of cash.
Sakura blinked and the cashier recognized it. "Aw, your in love."
She shook her head violently and reached out collecting the spare change and left the store with her recently bought items. The girl stood near the open door and gasped when the same boy from before was waiting out by the corner.
It looked as if he was waiting for her. She closed her eyes and rushed past him and heard some steps coming from behind her.
"Aren't you a little young to be buying groceries?""
Sakura was about to respond when he disappeared out of her sight. She signed deeply and kept moving down the side walk going back to her house and found her mother standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Looks like you made a friend."
The girl's cheeks got red and she stomped into the house with her mother trailing behind. She sat at the table and began drawing again on blue construction paper as her mouth scanned over the bought goods.
"That's odd, I didn't ask for onions." The pinkett dropped her crayons on the floor. "I should probably take this back to the store. Sakura, will you please return this while I get the oven started?"
She nodded and got the onions off the counter returning outside into the hot air.
"So this is where you live."
Sakura got spooked and tossed the onions up in the air with fright. Her eyes widened when the boy she met at the grocery store leaped up and stole the onion so fast that his hand became a blur. He got back down on the ground striking a pose and handed it to her.
"Here you go."
She took it and got teary eyed. "T-tha.."
"Don't say it, I'm used to it."
The girl shut her mouth and blushed madly. He recognized her facial expression. "I got a girl already, so don't take this the wrong way."
She frowned and looked away in anger and disgust. "I knew that. Now get off my property." and heard a giggling sound.
"I'm just joking. Look girl, I'm only eight."
"Ooh. Don't do that shit again!" She cursed/hissed.
"My bad. For a four year old you got one mean sailor mouth."
"When my mother chops vegetable and nicks her thumb she goes bananas!" Sakura revealed while laughing slightly. She started moving back when the boy got closer to her small body. His eyes were hazy and filled with so much mystery and wonder.
"You know, some people think your a mute. But I got you to talk." He said in a low voice.
Her face turned pink. "I-I'm not a mute.."
"Good, maybe we can be friends then."
"S-sure.."
"Itachi, where are you?"
"Itachi.." She repeated in a dreamy way.
This boy's name meant weasel. But in her eyes, his real name was an imprinted immortal god in disguise. She can't wait till this boy grows up! Into a man, a big strong man. Sakura watched him leave off her property into the comfort of his own mother. The woman switched her attention to the pinkett for a few seconds and smiled gracefully. The girl smiled back and went the opposite way of the boy and mother's opposite direction.
Good, she has one the respect of her future mother in law.
Okayy.. this is the prologue.
I will make more soon.
Constructive criticism is necessary if you want to read more!
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