A/N: Hey guys! This is my third story Hateshinai Sekai and I hope you like as much as you did the others. Enjoy Chapter 1.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Naruto, but I own the plot, ideas and poems of this.
Rating: Rated T for teens. It maybe M later on. Who knows?
Summary: A clan betrayed by the ones they trusted with their life. The latter, cursed to follow the other for eternity. Eons later, a new 'seal' is born and now the slave who waited decades for her arrival has to protect its master as many come to kill this dangerous 'seal' that could grant anyone unimaginable power. The 'seal' of course has to watch out for its own slave as it tries to kill her on top of all the others of his 'kind' as well…
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
'Inner'
"Inner's Speech"
'In the end we were nothing but pawns in your sick game'
Prologue: Slumber
'Vos es stultus quod vadum usquequaque exsisto pallens.'
'Shut up!'
'Vos mos non fugio ex quis est fatum ut exsisto puella, fio meus viscus quod cruor.'
'Why…why are you doing this to me?!'
'Simplex. History est revolvo ipsum quod vos es vinco quisnam ero secuutus per suus mancipium, tamen exsisto praecipio ut res es non usquequaque quis they videor signum.'
'No! What do you mean by that?! Tell me!'
'Nos vadum opportunus iterum…'
'…Wait…'
Waking up accompanied by a sheen of sweat a shaken, a girl awoke to another one of her dreams she had since she as long as she could last remember. A strangled sob escaped through her dry, parched lips as she felt forbidding loom over her, trying to ensnare her sending her into a voidless hell. Not seeming as though she could go back to sleep after that, the girl rose and headed towards her bathroom to start the early day.
'It's been just two days without nightmares plaguing my mind. I wonder what they mean since I never could remember them anyways…' She asked herself as she gazed into the mirror.
Pale porcelain skin glisten in the dull light from sweat caused by her insomnia ridden body, as lusterless, dead eyes gazed into the mirror portraying the usually hidden emotions in the emerald orbs. Long pale pink hair clung to flesh as it was splayed out in every seeming direction. Sighing she undressed as she turned the water to as hot as it could get.
Finally steam invaded the small bathroom, creating a heavy mist as she stepped into the shower and instantly her tensed muscles relaxed as she moaned out of slight relief. It must've been hours that she was in there, but only a mere 15 minutes at the most. Stepping out, she slipped on a wet tile, falling and bashed her hip onto the tub. Hissing out in pain she slowly stood up to check the damage done to her delicate body.
An ugly shade of yellow was making its way up her thigh, joining the other black and blue hues portrayed on the rest of her. Limping she turned to the sink and did her other morning rituals as flashes of yesterday stung as much as the fall had.
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"Ew is her hair really pink?"
"Yea she must do it to get attention, or she works on the streets. Slut."
"She thinks she's so hot! Disgusting; come on girls lets teach her a lesson."
"Okay!"
"Sure."
As the gang finished their conversation, they walked over towards a pinkette who was waiting for the bus to arrive to take her back to her dump you call an apartment. As they stood there waiting for her to look at them, it only made their bloodlust increase.
"Hey, nice iPod." One says. Looking up lazily, the unarmed girl sees five women surrounding her with sick snarls etched onto their dirty faces.
"Thanks."
"You know I lost mine. You should let me have yours."
"Um, I got this as a gift. Sorry." The girl apologizes as she turned back waiting for the bus, just like the rest of the people who were there before the thugs came. Punching the pole, the looks to be leader grabs the girl's chin as coos out,
"Look I'll make it easy for you: just give me the iPod and no one has to get hurt. I'd be pretty sad if something happened to the nice looking face or that luscious pink hair of yours."
"Tch, I'm surprised you know what the word 'luscious' means and like I said before: you're not getting this iPod." She snapped back, letting her anger get the best of her as she gripped the neon blue classic iPod that her late father gave her closer to her bust.
"That bitch! How dare she talk to Janice like that?!"
"Why you little!" Janice screeches out trying to punch the smaller girl in the face. Ducking she safely tucked the iPod into her jacket pocket, grabbed the other's arm and kneed her in the abdomen. Still not letting her arm go, the girl now standing behind her twisted Janice's arm and with a yank a blood curdling scream pierced the air.
"You skank!!!" One yelled out as they all jumped her at once, seeing her leader sprawled onto the concrete with a dislocated arm.
'Shit!' the pink haired girl mentally cursed as the began to brutally beat her.
"Looks like you're not tough now are you?!"
"Y-yeah you say that when your all ganging up on me, that seems pretty weak to me." She stutters out as she spits out blood in the process. After hearing the insult they began to beat her harder than ever. As all of this is happing, the people were ignoring the site before them as the now board the waiting bus.
'No one…a-at all! T-those heartless bastards!' The broken girl screams in her mind as she lays bloody and iPod less on the sidewalk as people still continue so step over her in a crowed intersection, hurrying to get on the bus.
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Getting furious by the second the girl, who had just finished using the lavatory in her one bedroom, one bath, living room and small kitchen, punched the door frame, creating a small fissure and walked out and into her room to check the time. 5:46am it read as she pulled her hair in frustration.
"Shannaro, I only one hour of sleep this time!" She yelled out. Ever since the girl was young, she has been diagnosed with severe insomnia, from her strange dreams, but as she ages they become more disturbing and vivid. Sighing in defeat she walked to the kitchen to pour herself the generic brand of lucky charms with almost expired milk, walked into bedroom and started up her old computer. Waiting for it to boot up, she inhaled her breakfast and randomly her bulky, dead-weight door was being pounded into.
"W-who the hell would knock on someone's door 6 in the morning?!" She ponders in an angry stupor of blissful breakfast. Finally unlocking all seven bolts she drags the door open and barges in the red faced owner of the apartment she lives in 'temporally' she tells herself anyways.
"Good morning Mr. Wolfe, how may I help you?"
"Don't 'morning' me Sakura! You're already 2 months over due on your rent. I better have 450 dollars by tomorrow, or your boxes with all your belongings will be put outside and you will be forced to leave." Choking on her spit she gasped out,
"W-where the hell do you think I can get 450 dollars from?!"
"Don't know, don't care just get it." He barked slamming the door in her face. Still stunned by the sudden intrusion and information she just received, Sakura's knees buckled underneath her and fell to the floor, quietly sobbing.
"Where can I get 450 dollars from?" she asked out loud as she made her way back to her room. Face stained with tears Sakura sat back down at her computer and checked her bank account.
"I…I only have 4.63 in the bank?" She yelped out too flabbergasted to even hear the door knock a second time today.
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Getting back up in a daze I slowly made my way towards the door. A loud buzzing rang in my ears and my body went limp, still moving as if I wasn't even controlling it anymore. Opening the door I realized no one was standing there. Just an…empty hallway.
Shrugging I turned around and kicked the door closed with my foot, but suddenly a small microburst of wind knocked me done from behind. In too much pain and emotionally exhausted I laid there for a few minutes collecting myself, before I broke down and cried again. I hated crying.
Closing the open door my body took over again as I walked back into my room to see a figure standing at my window. Tension, suspicion and fear radiated off my body in waves, and seeming is it could smell it the silhouette turned to glare at my through heated, crimson eyes.
"W-who ar-are you?" I whispered out slowly making my way back toward the door. Watching my every move like a hawk, the man seemed to take forever before he replied in a deep velvet voice that sent ice down my spine,
"Uchiha, Uchiha Sasuke." He's Japanese? And that name…why does it sound so familiar? Then something over took my body as I found myself speaking in such a language I've never heard before.
"An Uchiha? Is has been an infinitio utpote ego have permaneo seen unus. etiam vomica mancipium?"
I found myself spit out in disgust, satisfaction, and anger.
"Hn." He monotonously retorted back. As if you could even call it a retort.
"Ut est non via vos sermo ut vestri vinco. Secundum vestri gens iuguolo nostrum permaneo signum vos praesumo ostendo vestri visio volo?!" I yelled not knowing why I was so pissed, but I all of a sudden my body started to burn. Badly.
"It looks like you haven't completely awakened yet, and will you do I will kill you, but for now I will hold my tongue but just wait until that day, hag." The man growled out as he took a step forward. I wanted to take as many steps back as I could, but my body was rooted to the spot as a rage I've never felt before, even as bad I have been treated in the past has never got to the point to where I felt extreme bloodlust. It looked like he could feel it too as he smirked at me.
"Dies ut adveho est dies vos intereo. illic ero cruoris tamen cruor ego spill vadum non exsisto mei tamen vestrum bestia quisnam es vomica forever ut effundo quod tribuo vestri viscus nobis…"
The voice, rage, and burning sensation I had felt only seconds before had the left my body leaving me shocked and exhausted all of a sudden. Almost hitting the floor a pair of strong arms caught me.
Looking up a gaped in surprised as I looked into this man's face. Short black hair splashed with sapphire hugged his head as two long bangs supported his face. Talk about breath taking as his close proximity let me see more detail on his smooth facial features. Dark obsidian pools mixed with burgundy? Radiated such an intensity it cause the breath I was about to exhale to stay logged in my throat. An aristocratic slender nose and pale plump pink lips were pressed into a firm frown as he continued to glare at me.
Us both already know the presence that entered my body was gone he still continued to say in Japanese I might add,
"The day I give you my flesh and blood is the day we both burn in hell. I don't belong to anyone." I should've felt offended, but I was so tired and I knew he wasn't taking to me. Feeling like I couldn't keep my eye lids open any longer I was sent into a void of darkness, where for once in my life…it was dreamless and I slept for hours.
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"secundum a mare of cruor quod a jugis of viscus quod bodies quod can etiam animadverto vestri poena tamen gaudium ut is macula vestri alo infucatus crines"
"behind a sea of blood and a continent of flesh and bodies I can still see your pain but happiness as it stains your cherry colored locks"
A/N: Thanks for reading this short prologue. I didn't want to go further than this, because I wanted to know how you guys liked it and if I should continue. And yes Sakura does have insomnia. Next chapter maybe up tomorrow. R&R
Chapter 2: Memories
~Sakura-sama1436
