Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Status: Incomplete.
A/N: THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH RACIAL SLURS! Please bear in mind that this is a fiction and that everything I write here is for the story and not for the sick pleasure of insulting those of mixed race, thank you very much.
Before:
"Mebuki—you understand—" the woman whispered, eyes hard, "his kind is not welcome here, surely you know—"
And—"Mebuki, we can help you if you want to…get rid of—"
The door slammed shut.
Now:
The children smile.
Their clothes are ripped and they have no food in their stomachs, but they smile and smile and smile—
The adults stare.
They stare and scowl and whisper and shudder.
"Where is your father?" they ask. "Your Mother?"
"Mama is at home," they say, and kept their smiles. "We don't got no Papa."
"…Where are you from, originally?"
"Konoha." They answer. "We are from Konoha."
The children smile.
(At home, they weep and gnaw on wood to keep their stomachs full.)
Before:
"Why is her skin different, Mama?"
"Hush now child, we don't speak to those ones." Came the whisper. "They're wrong."
Sakura bit her lip and looked away.
Later, later, later—
"You're not wrong, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with your skin, my love—"
"I'm brown, Mama." She says, tears in her eyes, "Why can't I be white? Or tan."
Mebuki keeps her smile but the light in her eyes recede, "Because…because that's the way it is. Papa's dark too."
"I'm not dark enough either, Mama." Sakura whispers. "They don't like me—not black, not white."
She looks up, "Why do I have to be brown?"
"…There's nothing wrong with being brown."
And Sakura swallows the anger, and leads it down, down, down, until she can't feel it anymore.
"Okay, Mama."
(But she sees and knows—you can't be brown.)
Now:
"I don't know my Daddy, you gotta ask my Mommy—she don't talk about him."
They go home and bite down on their lies.
"Rape," they say and hide their pain, "My Mamma was raped—we don't talk about my Daddy."
Before:
The words sting and burn and Sakura tries sohardsohard but—
"My Mama says you're wrong."
"I'm not wrong," She says and she wants to kill her because—"There's nothing wrong with my skin."
"Well," Ami says, and trails a finger across her lily-white skin and Sakura wants, "she says you're mulatto."
"Half-Breed," another girl sneers.
Sakura goes home with bitterness crawling over her skin and nails biting deep into her palms.
Now:
Her anger waits and waits and waits until it no longer can.
Okay, so this is going somewhere, this is just the build-up!
A/N: THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH RACIAL SLURS! Please bear in mind that this is a fiction and that everything I write here is for the story and not for the sick pleasure of insulting those of mixed race, thank you very much.
Hope you enjoy :)