Lovely Disaster
Written by dryingtears

Chapter 1 – Destined to Meet

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but it's always nice to have those fan girl fantasies...

"Get over here, you worthless girl!"

My eyes quickly opened from my nap, and I quickly scrambled off the bed. Kin always used that tone of voice with me when she was angry. Kin being angry equaled the bamboo stick; the bamboo stick and Kin equaled intense pain. I jumped into my closet and closed the door, only leaving a small space so I would be able to see the outside.

I knew she was angry that I was late to come home, and make an assumption that would make me look bad in front of my father. The truth is, I came home an hour late because my teacher, Iruka-sensei, had wanted to speak with me about my essay that I had written. He told me that it was so graphic and visual that it seemed like it was true, since I had secretly written about my home life. Iruka-sensei told me he was worried about me and asked if everything was alright, and I told him everything was. When I came home, I immediately jumped onto my bed for a long-needed sleep. I only got about ten minutes worth before Kin's voice woke me.

"I know you are in here somewhere, you foolish girl!"

I shut my eyes tightly after looking through the small crack in my closet. I saw Kin with a very pissed off look in her face, and I saw her knuckles white from clenching Mr. Bamboo Stick too hard.

"Here you are!"

I gasped as I felt her hand grab my hair and pull me out. She began to beat me, and I curled up in a small ball, clenching my hair tightly in hopes to relieve some of the pain. I cried out in pain after she brought the stick down to my skinny back, but I knew it was in vain; I knew my father was just sitting in the living room doing nothing. I began gasping for air as my sobs grew louder and louder; my heart was failing again and I was in desperate need of my respirator. She seemed to notice my bigger breaths and grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet.

"Do you know how much your problems are costing us?! If it weren't for your condition, we wouldn't be poor!" She screamed.

I winced. I knew that I was costing them a lot of money, but it wasn't like I couldn't help it. I was just born with it, and if I could, I would get rid of it. Even the doctors don't know how long I'll be around this world. They know I'm going to die young.

She dropped me to the ground, and began to raise the stick again. My father quietly walked in and gently held her arm.

"She's had enough. If you keep beating her, she's going to have another attack, and we might have to spend more money," He said.

The tone of voice my father used with Kin was disgusting. It was loving and soothing. It was the same voice he used with my mother.

Kin glared at him, and began to break away from his grasp. He held onto her arm more firmly this time.

"Let's just have dinner," He said.

"I'm hitting her because she got detention and was late today! We have no dinner! She wants us to starve and die!" She screamed.

I glared at my stepmother.

"Iruka-sensei wanted to speak to me about something! You liar!"

I earned another beating. I began to silently cry, and I turned away from my stepmother and my father. I could hear their strained whispers about me and my worthlessness, but I dared not to turn back around.

"Dinner will come. Sakura, say you're sorry."

"Sorry...mom, please forgive my foolishness," I managed to spit out.

My dad placed the money on the floor in front of me, and he began to lead Kin out to their room. Before they walked, he turned to me, and gave me a forced smile.

"Go buy materials and make yakisoba."

I slowly got up, and began to make my way towards the store.

The store was fifteen minutes away, but I had made it soon enough. It took me awhile to find all the right ingredients for the yakisoba, but I finally finished and paid. The owner and cashier of the store, Hatake Kakashi, looked up from his orange book, and I could tell he was smiling behind his mask by the way his eyes were squinting. Kakashi-san was one of few people that actually knew what I was going through. Perhaps he was one of my few friends in the entire world.

"Five dollars, Sakura-chan."

I stared at him.

"Kakashi-san, this is at least fifteen dollars."

He shook his head no.

"Give me five and keep the rest for yourself, Sakura-chan. You deserve it," He said.

I refused and still handed him the fifteen dollars the food was worth. He only took five and returned the remaining ten to me.

"I know that Kin woman doesn't give you money, Sakura-chan. Go on and make your yakisoba before your delay earns you another beating," He sympathetically said.

I bowed in deep thanks, and gave him a smile.

"Arigatou, Kakashi-san. I appreciate it."

I took my groceries and walked out of the store, Kakashi-san's generosity leaving an impact on my heart.

I decided to take the shortest way home, as I knew Kin would be growling with rage if I would get home any later. However, the shortest way wasn't exactly the safest. It was full of dark alleyways and such; it was the best place for pickpockets to hide. As I walked on cautiously, a hand pulled me into the alleyway, and I began to scream before a dirty hand covered my mouth.

"Shut up or I will kill you."

My eyes widened and I instantly shut my mouth beneath the person's hand. The person pulled me to the ground, one hand gently clasping my throat and the other holding a knife before my face. Under the bright moonlight, I could see the curves of his face and the shape of his hair. His eyes were a mysterious shade of onyx, and his hair was a matching shade of raven blue. His skin was pale, but it was dirtied. I stared into his eyes, getting lost within their mysteriousness and beauty. I knew that it wasn't the time to be entranced by someone's beauty, but I couldn't help myself.

"Give me your money or I'll kill you."

I eyed the knife in his other hand; it was poised, ready to strike me in a second. I panicked for a moment, but my eyes narrowed and I smirked. I lifted my knee slightly, and slammed it with all my strength in his private place. He gasped in pain and his grip around the knife and my neck loosened. I took this chance to pick up my groceries and run away.

In about the span of a minute, I proved myself that I was the stupidest and most insane person alive. I was afraid that I had hit him a little too hard, and may have permanently damaged him; my life was hell, and I didn't want anyone else to experience my pain, anyway. I went back, and found him in the same alleyway, still curled up on the ground, his moans of pain putting a heavy weight on the air. I gently lifted him up from the floor, helping him stand on his feet.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

He shook his head no, and I sympathetically smiled.

"I'm so sorry. I hit you harder than I wanted to. Here, take my money. I'm sure you need it if you were going to kill for it. It's not much, but it's better than nothing."

I dug into my pocket and handed him the ten dollars. He stared at my hand, and made I figured he made no move to take it from me. I gently took his hand in mine, and placed the money in his palm. I picked up my groceries and walked away, his confused expression plastered onto my mind.

Boy's POV
I stared at the girl's receding figure as she walked away from me. She was the nicest, but probably stupidest, person alive. I slowly moved to the wall, where I stood there, waiting for my strength to come back to my body. I never knew a frail-looking girl could kick so hard.

I was in the alley again because I ran away from home. It's like a casual routine for me to return to the alley; it is like my second home. It's not much, but it's much better than living with my father. My father is the richest man in Japan, but he is also one of the most messed up. Every night, he would come home with a woman, and I knew he screwed them over. My father is pathetic. If killing family meant money, he would do it with no hesitation.

My mother is in heaven right now. She was the kindest woman I have ever met, and I miss her gentle eyes. She was always soothing and gentle, even with my pathetic father. Then, my older brother, Itachi, killed her. He attempted to kill off my whole family, but failed by leaving my father and myself. Everyone else in the Uchiha family is dead because of him. I have no clue where he is, but I have no intention of seeing him. If I ever do, I will kill him for making me live with such a bastard and taking away the only person who cared for me.

I had to be as pathetic as my father and rob from someone, a girl, nonetheless. Before I ran away from home, I had forgotten to steal my father's money, as I knew he was too busy with a woman in his room. Thus, I ended up at the alleyway, waiting for my prey to come.

And that was how I met that girl. She was the first person since my mother passed on to be kind to me. I could tell that she was just like me; when I stared into her unique emerald eyes, I could sense the pain hidden there. It amazed me at how kind she could be; it was obvious her life was hell. I stared at the money she left in my hand, and when my strength fully came back, I began to run after her.

Who are you? You are the kindest person, next to my mother. You are the only living person that seems to love me...