Title: Fallen Flower

Summary: A darker insight into the Ninja world where everything is as bad as you think.

The pencil was lodged through the dolls head, pinning it to the wall, a slight crack appeared on the wood surface just before entering the dolls plastic eyeball. Luckily the wall hadn't been thick enough to break the pencil. Lucky cause she hadn't thought of the possibility that the wall would be to thick to pierce with a flimsy pencil.

This brought her peace

Chapter Two

One of the first things Kunichi were taught at the academy was how to use their body. With age there is deception, with sex there is distraction, and with gender there was infiltration. Sakura was taught how to hide in the shadows, how to blend in and be forgotten in the crowd, how to use others desire against them.

"I can't wait for the day when your as beautiful as your mother," a man leered. This was one of those strangers her mother brought home, today she had turned ten and because it was her birthday her mother had gotten her a beautiful red and pink kimono to wear to the Sakura Festival tonight. She glanced at him for a second before turning her head to frown at the window. She tapped her foot impatiently waiting for her mother to finish applying her make up. She hated men like him, the ones the academy taught her to seduce to get what she needed out of them. Sakura hated old perverts more then she hated the men with Lolita complex's.

"Are you guys ready?" Her mother called as she came down the stairs. Sakura stared up at her, watching as the man wrapped his beefy arms around her in a mock hug, she would have been beautiful if it wasn't for all the make up she was using to cover up the bruises on her face. Sakura wondered when her mother would give up the pretense of having a happy life style around her. Her mother smiled, but Sakura smiled when her mother turned her cheek into the kiss he tried to give her. The man frowned but he smiled as Sakura's mother began whispering in his ear, her lower body bending into him and swiveling a bit. Sakura sneered at them.

"We've been waiting on you, mom," Sakura said pasting a smile on her face, hoping her voice was laced with sarcasm and not venom. Was this the life she would have still had if she had chosen to be a civilian? Selling her body for protection and money?

She sometimes wondered who her father was, when she was younger she used to dream about him coming home, sweeping her mom off her feet and asking her if dinner was done. She used to believe he had gotten killed on a mission, when her mother told her he wasn't a ninja, she believed his caravan had gotten ambushed on his way home; her mother told her he wasn't a passing merchant. This left her with one obvious solution, her mother didn't know who her father was, just that the man resided in Konohagakure and probably wanted nothing to do with either of them.

Sakura hated men, they walked all over women and thought themselves superior, thats why she found it so easy to seduce men with a smile like Sensei taught. She smiled, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to them, her first thought was always jamming a pencil into their skulls. As she got older she got more creative, she studied so that she could learn more ways to bring men to their knees. That's where she liked them most, on their hands and knees, grovelling and kissing the dirt on her feet.

She was the first one to leave the house, stepping to the side to let her mom and her current dick to lead the way. Although her mom was wrapped around his side she was always one step behind him. Sakura sneered at her, turning her face slightly away, how could she have ever dreamed of a happily reunited family? She could almost imagine it now; her father returned, they had a happy family day all bright and cheerful, that night they fucked, the next day they were still happy but when dad leaves to go to work not five minutes later a new Beau walks in, and they continue to walk in. If Sakura had a dad that came back, he'd love her mom for the first couple of weeks, then they'd start fighting, then he'd realise she was cheating on him, then he'd take his anger out on Sakura and accuse her of not being his daughter (which was always a posibility in dreamland). It was an endless cycle that sprouted from sex that led to love that led to violence that led to more sex.

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Sakura stared at the boothe, her mother had bought her a cat mask, that now sat on the side of her head, as she debated wether or not she wanted to play the game. It was a simple game of Senbon. A ninja game taught at the academy to improove ones aim. The civilians called it darts, but in Senbon you used Senbons (obviously) and the Target moved. Now one would think that Ninja would not be allowed to play such games because they had the advantage or the fact that they most likely cheated; but in a ninja village when Festivals were held the prices were jacked up so the owner wasn't cheated out of anything.

Sakura was farely good at the game, but as she pouted and put a pink fingernail to her lip she examined all the prizes, there wasn't a point in winning a game if the reward wasn't worth it. The smallest price was a orange goldfish plushie, second to last was a Ninja Plushie with a fake Kunai in one hand and a Senbon Needle in the other, and first place was Large Monkeys and Tiger stuffed animals.

"Hello, pretty girl, I'll give you a deal! If you manage to hit every target you can have anything you want, even a free kiss from Gen-san in the kissing booth!" Sakura looked at the booth operater, he was an old man, probably late sixtys and a civilian. His booth wasn't getting alot of customers but Sakura saw some women stop and perk up at the possible reward of getting a free kiss from the kissing booth next to the Senbon Booth.

"Mou," Sakura said, pretending to think, looking over at this 'Gen-san'. Gen-san was a ninja, he wore his jounin uniform, and blonde hair fell out from underneathe his hiatai headband; the most rememberable thing about him was the Senbon sticking out of his mouth. He had just stepped down from the kissing-boothe, most likely on break and a bowl-cut hair Ninja wearing ALOT of green had taken his place. Sakura smiled at the Ninja and agreed. The Operater gave her ten Senbon and briefly explained how the game worked, it was probably in the job description/rules of what he had to do. Sakura giggled and nodded along with him, assuring him that she understood the rules.

Sakura watched the targets zip about at medium speed via a predecided chakra path, she watched and ananlyzed, and when she was satisfied that she knew the sequence of the targets chaotic movements, she threw all ten Senbon at once. The old man cried in shock and deflated slightly, he looked ready to tell Sakura that she had made the wrong decesion to throw them all at once, but his eyes widened and he whooped when he saw the targets freeze in place; all ten with a Senbon imbedded Bulls-eye.

"Well now, whose the lucky lady?" Gen-san asked coming over to exame the targets.

Sakura smiled, and pointed at the Gold fish plushie, "I want that one!"

The old operated laughed and clapped 'Gen-san' on the back, pulling out a plushie from under the booth, "Here you go, Kiddo; guess Gen-san isn't cute enough, ey?"