Scum. All of them. From her mother to those kids who had been beating her up for hours, like she was just some rat in the gutter. They pulled her hair, slapped her, kicked her in the stomach, all because her pink hairs and wide forehead. Their laughs ringing in her ears make her deaf from their off tune tones.
Banshee, she muttered to herself darkly.
She is useless. She admitted to herself with defeat. All she could do was nothing, she couldn't protect herself, or even tried to because she thought the effort going to be pointless.
They are stronger than she is, she noted to herself.
There is no point for shielding herself from their abusive tendencies, so she just let them do what they want, until they satisfied.
Just like her mother, she reminded herself bitterly. Her mother used to lying down there on the floor every night while those dirty old mens, do whatever he wants to please himself.
Her mother was a prostitute, a well known one in the red district. The woman was famous for her pink hairs just like her own hairs, and magenta eyes draw many lustful men wanting to taste her. They called her exotic. And she was proud of it, she deemed herself as a queen until she was pregnant. And the queen title was stripped from her the minute they know she was pregnant, to make everything worse for her the landlord moved her from a luxury rooms, to the small back rooms.
She was furious and resented her baby, she wants abortion, but abortions was forbidden in this oh, so nice and kind villages. So she was forced to raise her child, and she sure displeased about that, until her child reach certain age, and she found a good use in her child.
The woman was so happy that her three years old child is a good punching bag.
Every time she was angry she abused her own child, screaming, punching and kick her little girl like it was the best thing to do. Even though, the woman finally got her body shape back and works her favorite job again she still sometimes comes to her child rooms, just to relieve her stress.
As for the room the landlord moved the woman back to her old luxury room, while her child is in the hand of the very landlord who intent to train and shape her for a latter good use. Just like when her mother still a child, from what the little girl knows, her mother was sold out by her own parents to the red district since she was eight. At least her mother was eight, while she was not so fortunate like her. She was practically born here, and her only purpose of living is to please a man when she reaches a certain age.
Four years old, and she already knows which part of her body that will please a man. Even though she still a virgin and didn't have to work yet, the landlord already teaches her what she needed to know. The landlord teaches her how to seduce a man, A body part of a man that she needs to pleased, a basic of etiquette because some of the client may came from a noble family. She learned her lessons well and the landlord very satisfy about it. Until one day her mother died from an unknown disease.
The landlord afraid the girl may have a same infectious disease, so he got rid of her by throwing her outside the mansion and told her to live by herself.
At first, she was happy, she finally was free her naive mind tricking her. The girl thinks living in the streets won't be that bad, she lived for five years by now, with her abusive mother and demanding landlord, so a bit of colds weather she can handle.
But the colds was not the case.
Apparently she is not the only one who is a homeless in this oh, so great and kind villages. The homeless people are even crueler than her mother. It was a living hell, she can't even sleep because the spot is full and occupied by the other and they didn't have intentions to share. They kicked her and stole her sandals. Sometimes they also force her to steal foods from the villagers, when the villagers caught her, they beat her up and called her an infectious rat.
On her second day she remembered, visited an orphanage. She was hoping for staying there. But they kick her and scrunch their nose at her appearance. They make shooing gestures with disgust written all over their face.
Now here she is, on her fifth day beating up by the kids who are slightly older than she is. She was tired, hungry and just want this to end. So when the kids approached her and screaming at her, she was just lying there as they push her to the ground and started to kicking her furiously.
"You are hideous! " I know.
"You smell like a gutter!" Well I am.
"Those hairs is ridiculous, here let me rip it from your head!" Sure.
"Just die and kill yourself!" Trust me, I want to.
Hours and hours passing by, how many bruises in her body, well she didn't even want to count. She was just lying there in the street even though those kids already gone. She wasn't even able to cry because of everything that has happened in her life, the experiences just numbed her to the point where she could no longer feel anything.
The girl just wanted to sleep, and maybe today she finally could have her rest, she hoped.
So she closed her eyes as people passing be. They were occasionally glancing at her but then averted their gazes when she caught them. Those bystanders, she admitted to herself that she hates them more than her bullies. Because they simply did nothing but watch. What a bullshit when most peoples says, konoha is a nice and kind villages, But the most disgusting peoples and bullies come from the village.
She is about to close her eyes again, but stopped whe she heard footsteps coming closer to her. She was waiting for the next assault or a rare idiot who finds her situation pathetic, which actually it is.
Most of the time she got people who need a punching bag when they see her lying there in the streets, vulnerable. And yeah as expected she just let them be until they bored. But on a rare day, she meets idiots who symphatic of her situations, they were mostly offering help to escort back to her home, misunderstood that she was just being bullied. But when they find out she is homeless, they will leave her be and back to mind their own business. In that rare situation, she usually take an advantage to steal their wallets.
But today because she is so damn tired, if the rare idiots is indeed the owner of the footstep, she will just ignore them.
"Kid, are you alright? What happens to you? Where are your parents?" Asked the owner of the footstep as he crouched down beside her.
The girl only stared with bored eyes to the man in front of her, but still refused to answer his question. She was a bit glad that the owner of the footstep is the rare idiots, she wasn't up for another assault.
Not getting any answer from the said girl, the man though the girl is in pain, and therfore it is harder to answer his simple question. So, instead demanding for an answer from the little girl, the man lifted the gir and sat her down.
"Here let me help you." Said the man.
"We need to take you to hospital kid." He said while observing her bruises and scrunch in dismay. The bruise awful, how the girl got that, he is not sure he wants to know as he started to feel uneasy.
She froze at what the man said, before finally speaking for the first time.
"No, I don't want to go there."
The man frowned at her answer, is she scared of the hospital? Well, he hates hospital as well and always ran away from it. But he is a Shinobi, while the girl just a child and her wounds needed immediate treatment. He was struck by the idea to take her by force, But scrapped the idea as he may traumatize the child. So, instead he tried to be more patient.
"Let me take you to your house then?"
He waited again for an answer, he thought maybe if he escorts the girl home, her parents will take her to the hospital.
"I don't have one." She said with defeated voices. her shoulder slump and her gaze is hollow, remind him of haunted house he used to avoid when he was child.
"Well, want to come to my house?" he said unsure, afraid to terrify the girl.
Her eyes wide, when she finally processed his words. She thought he must be joking. An empty eyes of her now filled by many emotions swarming in her eyes. The fear, the distrust, and hope.
Is he serious? What did he want from me? Can I trust him?
She wants to ask him that but,
"What...?" Was all she managed to say.
The man observed her at a moment seeing used to be hollow eyes of her that now have a little glint of hope in it. So he stated his intentions again, But with confidence.
"I said, do you want to come to my house? If you don't have any home, I have spare bedroom that you can use, and also a bathroom for you to wash up, I'm not superb at cooking but I think my foods not that bad, Um...so do you want to live with me or not?"
She looks up at the man, and for the first time really see him. Her viridian eyes darted to his brown hair, a senbon in his mouth, and a genuine in his eyes. And suddenly a warms feeling that she feel so strange for her, sips into her heart, and washed all distrust she felt for the man.
And she genuinely smiles for the first time in her life.
The man dazed by what he sees, and decides that the little girl's smile is the most beautiful thing that he ever seen.
"Well... Like I have any other better choices, right?"
The man chuckle, and slowly take her small hands in his.
"Cheeky brat, what is your name?"
"Sakura, Haruno Sakura."
"Nice to meet you Sakura-chan, I'm Genma, your didn't have any other better choices Guardian."