Just in case some of you don't know, I joined a Themes Challenge community on Livejournal. Since I have been getting my themes from them, I shall be posting those themes here on as I feel like it/complete them. For the time, they'll be under Densetus no Ninja…I may make a new story for them later, when they're completed or something. Then again, I may not. I'm feeling very much like Shikamaru-senpai – lazy…
Here is the first theme I did for the community. Have fun! And please leave feedback! Feedback make watashi totemo happy desu! Gods…I so butchered that…good thing my Nihongo-sensei won't see it… : P
Title: Calling Card
Author/Artist: Tiasha
Pairing: Haruno Sakura
Theme: #48 – Paper Fan
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply! Naturally any character that is not associated with the show belongs either to someone I have permission to use or to me. Please ask permission to use any character that I own should you desire to do so. Thank you. If there are any similarities between my work and another author's then I apologize. I suppose great minds DO think alike.
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Date Completed: 2006.Dec.25
Word Count: 286
Recommended Track: Rising Empire
He had become obsessed. He saw the world only in red and darkness now. If something contrasted with his vision, he painted it red…to show his power. He did it so unhesitatingly that the first masterpiece he had left in his wake, she'd retched violently upon seeing it. The scene was so vividly etched in her mind that it took little effort to remember that day and the conversation she'd had with her former teacher.
Bodies were strewn across the small encampment of traveling merchants—it was hideous, and she just couldn't believe he had done such a thing himself. The blood of the innocents had caused even her, a medic-nin, to fall numbly to her knees in disbelief. The massacre was too similar to what she'd heard of the Uchiha massacre—too similar for comfort. It couldn't have been him, it just couldn't have.
But he had left a calling card… A paper fan: white with the top half soaked in blood—a testament that he had left this painting of red for the entire world to see. He had killed innocent people to suit his needs—to paint his world in red and darkness.
"It's not him," she had whispered vehemently to Kakashi as he stood next to her, surveying the grotesque art-piece before them. "It's not him. It can't be him. He wouldn't do this…"
"Sakura, he is no longer the Sasuke we once knew."
And deep in her heart, she knew Kakashi's words to be true.
And as she stared at a blood-soaked paper fan proudly lying atop the mangled body of a girl no older than five, Sakura's heart shattered.
Uchiha Sasuke was no longer the man she had once loved…