Ch.1: Sakura, Chill.
Oh deary me. My first Fan Fic. I doubt anyone will read it . I'm kinda making this up as I go, so .. I guess you should, uh, sit back, relax, and enjoy my first story (that no one's probably going to read.) Channahcrux
"NO, that wasn't it,"
She nearly screamed, fixing the piece of paper in front of her with a stare straight from Hell.
Biting her lip in disgust, she squeezed her pencil, giving herself inch-sized nail marks.
The longhaired Jounin sitting at the front of the classroom lazily glanced up from his book.
Sakura squirmed in her seat, flinging her right hand over and over again displaying nail-marks that were slowly turning a delicate shade of purple. Nobody noticed this except for the Jounin, for everyone's head was nearly glued onto the exam papers and the pencil scratching that hit high decibels.
The kunoichi took a breath.
"I… need to concentrate, I am doing a fricken test, and everyone's almost done this stupid, little piece of… and I'm only on the… 14th page."
Sakura tapped her fingernails on the wooden desk vowing to stop overreacting. Glancing at the empty line where an answer should have been half-an-hour ago, she steadied herself.
"Okay. So. This question is about what to do in case burns in the 1st degree. If you are in a carnivorous forest, what jutsus do you use to stall infection?"
She tapped her fingers, a habit she had vowed to rid off.
"Jutsu, Jutsu, jutsu, what do I need to do.."
At the same time, Inner Sakura was distracting her with cries of WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU STILL BE IN A FOREST WHEN YOU'VE BEEN BURNT, POSSIBLY RESULTING IN A FOREST FIRE?
"Shut up."
WHAT KINDA RETARD MADE THIS QUESTION ANYWAYS?
"Please, just..."
WOULDN'T IT BE BETTER TO STOP DROP AND ROLL??? GEEZ, F-KIN MORONS WHO-
Sakura scribbled the word, element jutsus, onto the blank space.
Three hours later, a tired looking Sakura hobbled out of the exam room, along with five hundred other depressed and deranged students. She could hear bits and blathers about what question number sixty-nine was, whether if it was to help the casualty, or abandon the child, or save the woman, or fifteen chest compressions or an advanced bone healing jutsu technique and she was just so SICK and tired of the medic-nin final exam she felt like she would spontaneously combust.
But then since they're so many medic-nins here, they'd probably save her, she considered, pushing open the heavy glass door and onwards into the bustling nightlife of Konoha.
Grasping the door handle firmly, a darkly dressed figure stood outside. A dull yellow torch illuminated her frail structure as she rested her head on the cold iron door.
How many men had she maimed or killed just to get here?
She closes her eyes and recounted.
…Forty-six. Forty-seven. Forty-eight…
Forty-eight innocent lives lost in her hands. And it seemed like twenty more to go according to the vibrations she were detecting.
She could not stop her orders.
She herself was chosen for this mission that could only be done by her.
But she hated it, because she could remember the colour of everyone's eyes that flashed open in surprised and every sound emitted from the mouth, every last words, every memory of taking one's life, scarred forever into her gallery of memories.
But she couldn't stop.
The torch above her sizzled, and acting as if this was a sign, the little longhaired girl wrenched the bolted doors open with seemingly no effort whatsoever.
Gaara could smell the blood.
He tasted the sour tang that hung in the air.
Blood.
Something was amuck.
Hearing the cries of the guards outside the door, he wearily glanced at the dark peephole across the room that was embedded in the steel door.
What now?
The smell of blood that had wafted through the cracks of the doors began to increase and he could just feel the men outside dying a slow and painful death.
A small trickle of crimson slid from underneath the door.
He stared.
A low growl coming from the base of his throat was growing, but a light sense of pleasure was also forming inside him.
His captors were dying. Slowly.
Gaara grinned lopsidedly, for this was all too amusing.
He edged forward, creeping closer to the action until the jangle of the chains brought to his attention that they were still restraining him, but he was close enough to the door to dip his finger into the trickle of blood.
It was warm.
He gave an insane laugh at this and put the bloodied finger to his mouth and kept it there.
Gaara loved this, and began a series of insane giggles, falling to the floor and hugging his abdomen in intense mirth even when the specialized iron-wrought door that blocked his way to freedom was violently ripped out of the hinges.
He laughed all the way as a small raven-haired girl stood in front of him, her once expressionless pale eyes from under her bangs grew huge.
The little girl stuck out a frail hand and took hold of Gaara's chains. She pulled, and with a large rumble, the chains were plucked out of the wall with such force that a bit of the wall remained where the chains and wall connected and embedded itself into the other side of the prison.
"Shukaku," she whispered softly at the silenced Gaara who was on the ground, watching her from the corner of his eye.
The young girl lifted her hands skyward.
Gaara made no motion and continued to stare at the girl from the ground.
"Jinchuuriki."
The girl nodded, her pale eyes reflecting what seemed to be grief.
Immediately she crushed her fingers into her fist and the whole iron ceiling of the prison gave a loud crack.
Gaara kept staring at the mysterious girl, who seemed no more than ten years of age. There was a long moment of silence between the two of them.
Suddenly, the girl's expression underwent a quick metamorphesis to an expression of extreme hatred.
" Gomenasai." She whispered intensely.
She opened her tightly closed fists and in a shot, brought her arms down, the ceiling doing her every bidding, giving it's way and collapsing in a cloud of dust and filth on top of Gaara.
Sakura snorted, bounding out of a light nap as a sharp jab was sent to her stomach, sending her reeling from her stool. Eyes blurry from being awakened, the grinning face of a whiskered boy was enough to set her annoyance on fire.
"NARUTO-BAKA!!!!!!"
The kunoichi gave Naruto a gigantic conk in the back of his head.
"Ow… Sakura–chan, that was uncalled for…"
"Neither was your stupid jab. A tap would've been fine."She turned to readjust her stool that had been thrown back a few meters and placed it in front of the ramen restaurant's polished table.
"Oi, Teuchi! Where's that chicken ramen?" Sakura called out haughtily at the restaurant owner.
The head of a distressed looking man popped up from behind the kitchen curtains."SOON, young lady, we've had a dish accident after you screamed spontaneously and scared the living daylights out of my daughter."
Naruto cackled humourously. "Heh heh, Sorry old man, I'm sure my friend's willing to pay for it."
Sakura glared at Naruto. The blond boy smiled apologetically.
"Okay, okay okay. I'm sorry for scaring you. How was that... thingy.. that... uh... exam thingy?"
She sighed wearily holding her head in her hands.
"I did okay, I guess. Ugh! I can't believe all those exams are done…"
Naruto folded his arms and laid his head on the table. "Well, at least you're not training to be a Hokage you know."
Sakura smirked.
"Sure..."
She closed her eyes and upon hearing Naruto's whiney voice repeat his goal and how determined he was about over and over again it lulled her into a deep sleep.
So... How did I do? Good? Bad? Ugly? Yah, i made up that character and this story doesnt have anything to do with the current/or past actually Naruto plot. So.. read and REVIEW
