As usual, i don't own it, wish i did, yada yada yada. Not much else to say, so enjoy, i guess ( if anyone's still reading, that is...)
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"Where is she?"
It had been hours, and Naruto was thoroughly exasperated.
"She's probably just looking around, you know, reminiscing." Anko reasoned.
"Nah. I'm with the kid, she's an hour late. Let's track her down and put her on a chakra leash. With a bell. A very large bell. Then stuff like this wouldn't happen.
Both Naruto and Anko gaped.
"What? There's no Alcohol, No women and nothing else to do but worry… incessantly."
While Genma floated off into his own little world, ranting and raving about collars, Bells and how to distract a ( usually) pink haired girl long enough to put them on her, Naruto edged closer to Anko, and spoke in whispers;
"Wait. Didn't you say there was sake in the storehouse?"
She harshly whispered back;
"I assumed you'd want an at least half sober teacher for your training."
"I would… if I ever suspected such a thing was even remotely possible." Naruto retorted back dryly.
"Hey, at least you don't have to worry about him groping you during sparring. I don't even go within three meters of him if I can avoid it, and that's something Sakura will have to watch out for in a few years, possibly sooner."
He looked completely enraged for a moment, before chuckling.
"She'd rip him apart. She can be surprisingly… resourceful when if comes to that… and I'm judging from before all this power stuff."
"C'mon kiddies. We've got a girl to find and a bell to buy! I wonder if they have pet stores here… would it still be considered stealing if the store owner is dead?"
He trailed off thoughtfully, before setting off at a brisk walk towards the east.
Naruto and Anko shared a brief look before traipsing off after him.
Amazing the alliances one can make, when faced with a possibly delusional Genma.
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"Sakura darling?" a voice called in a sweet voice. "Could you meet me in the sitting room please sweetheart?"
Instantly memories were dredged up, and suddenly she was that fragile child from so long ago once more. Memories of the thousands of times a similar call she had heeded in her short life flowed through her brain, along with the memories of all the other menial times she had visited the clan compound ( the only times she had ever left her little island during her eleven years of life).
Suddenly, the voice did not seem quite so sweet.
"Yes Okaa-sama. One moment." She knew something was infinitely wrong with the situation, but she couldn't quite figure what it was. She dared not ponder it more then a moment, fearing the repercussions of her dawdling should she indulge in the thought.
She quietly shut the heavy oak door behind her, and turned to face the embroidered armchair (liken to a nobleman's throne) with her head bowed, her whole body closed in on itself.
"Now now dear Musume." The blonde woman spat waspishly.
"You should know better then to leave that island."
She smiled, her black eyes alight with malicious intent, before stalking over to her adopted daughters slumped, quivering form and bending down to whisper in her ear;
"You're a danger to society. An animal and you should be penned up as such."
She stood up and stared down at the girl.
"You will go to the training Dojo. You're father is waiting there for you. Maybe one day you will finally get control of those wretched abilities of yours and we can finally ship you off to the ANBU. Maybe then you could get your pathetic self killed, and finally bring some dignity to our family."
She stalked over to the door, pausing before the handle.
"Oh, and Sakura-Chan, dear? You are – as much as I detest the thought- part of this clan, so you will look just like the rest of us. Stop trying to be something you're not. Important."
Sakura didn't respond, and the woman took it for ignorance.
"Your hair, it sickens me, change it." The woman demanded in a deceptively soft voice.
She waited until the colour melded into the blonde of her own tresses, and then swiftly departed. Sakura followed suit, scurrying down to the Dojo, lest she be late.
Her 'Otou-Sama' was much less patient then her 'Okaa-Sama" And ten times more likely to show it.
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Genma gently pushed open the already ajar front door of the house, and took in the only set of footprints on the dust covered obsidian flooring.
"I still don't see why we can't just blow up the stupid castle. It would be much easier then cleaning it..." Anko grumbled sullenly as she followed after him, Naruto bringing up the rear of their little party.
"Wait!" she demanded, stopping and inspecting the floor with renewed vigor. "Over there! Look!"
"It looks like she was dragged over here, but there's only one set of footprints…" Naruto mused.
"Not everyone and everything needs to walk, Naruto, or leave prints of its presence for that matter." Genma muttered, grimly.
"They keep going, into that room."
The group followed the footprints into a sitting room, where a body imprint was clear in the dust, then back out down a long hallway towards a large sliding screen door, with
Sounds coming from behind it.
Violent sounds.
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Mercilessly, the attacks came. And she could not stop them, for she was, once again, the helpless child, until her body was beaten, bruised and broken beyond all comparison.
Then it was burnt, twisted, shattered, snapped and obliterated.
And after that it was broken some more.
They watched, horrified, as her body was tossed and beaten by some invisible force, unable to interfere and unable to look away. IT was worse then any battle scene.
And yet, it was disturbingly beautiful, in its own, twisted, sick, unbearable way, making those who observed it feel like the utmost of perverts.
And then it ended, and she was left lying there, slumped like a forgotten marionette with its strings tangled and its delicate porcelain being shattered.
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Her father departed, without the trademark scathing words of her mother, just with a harsh glare that was ten times more scalding. The pain in her body was immense. The pain in her head was worse.
Something was very wrong, or, perhaps, something was not right. She felt like she was missing some large piece of the puzzle. If this had been her entire live, then why did if feel so new? Why did she feel like she should be stronger? Why did she feel like she should not hate her parents?
Her thoughts became fuzzy once more, and she was sure she was about to black out. How else could she explain the sparkling white light that was converging not a foot away from her person?
She watched, mildly detached as the light continued to grow, and finally took the form of a boy. An improbably beautiful boy.
He was tall, and appeared in his mid to late teens, most likely about seventeen. He had silver- grey eyes, Golden blonde hair, and was over six foot tall, probably closer to six foot five.
He stretched his hand out to her, pleadingly.
"Come away with me. You'll never have to see any of this, any of them, ever again."
In her disorientated state, she reached her hand up to his…
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"You'll never have to see any of this, any of them, ever again" when he spoke, he looked up, and his eyes met Naruto's in victory.
The boy had won. She was going to leave, and they all knew it.
Her hand reached for his, but just before they connected, she turned her head, as if to see what he was looking at.
Her Emerald orbs connected with blue.
Naruto.
Grey.
Anko.
Brown.
Genma.
And suddenly she remembered. She had not lived the life of submission like she was led to believe. Her parents were not the violent, control hungry people she had spent the day with, and most importantly, she was not the person she had been acting.
She clutched her head in her hands; both buried between her knees as she quickly and painfully received five years of memories to replace the carefully fabricated fake ones that had clouded her mind and judgment.
All her wounds faded into nothings, and she stood, hair melting black in the face of her rage, and turned slowly and glared at the stunned boy through the masses of her hair with chilling blue eyes.
"Explain."
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Tada.
so, this is the part where I'd normally thank the reviewers- oh wait, there weren't any. and yes, i am in a bitchy mood, thank you very much. blame it on my lack of chocolate i guess.
so, bye, i guess.
oh, and just out of curiosity, does anyone actually read this anymore? cause if not, i think I'll stop wasting my HSC study time of doing this stuff. ( which would be a shame, cause i really hate studying, especially HSC studing)