Hello! Guess what! I have another idea for a new story! But sadly, I can't write it until I'm done with one of the other stories. Haha. Anyway, by request (five reviews) here is the new Bleeding Hate chapter! Hope you like it!
Bleeding Hate
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A New Word
Sakura looked at her father, her mystic green eyes filled with sadness and betrayal. "NO!"
Fujitaka looked at his daughter, not realizing that was the last he'd hear of her beautiful voice for a long time. "Sakura I'm so sorry."
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A young girl, about six years old, walked along the sidewalk her hand in her father's. Her mystical, sad green eyes took in her surroundings, but she didn't say a word. It was as if this little girl couldn't speak, or didn't have the will to speak.
The older man looked down at his used to be beautiful daughter. Her complexion was pale; her eyes had a look of pure sadness and longing, her auburn hair short and greasy. Something had happened to her long ago, and she had never spoken a word since. It was as if the life had faded out of her. The man shook his head and sighed. He had taken her to a psychologist but she had said that she could do nothing.
The man looked up and saw that he was in front of his destination. The Daidouji Mansion. He walked up to the gate and pressed a button. "Uh, Hello. This Fujitak-"
"Come in Mr. Kinomoto."
The gates opened slowly revealing the gardens and grounds to him, like a woman flaunting her body. The man, now named as Mr Kinomoto, stepped through the gate, pulling his mute daughter with him.
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"Wow. These roses are beautiful...." The man muttered.
"Hello Fujitaka." The man whipped around.
"Sonomi."
"I was wondering if you'd remember me." Sonomi walked up to the little girl who was clutching onto her father's shirt. "Is this Sakura?"
The little girl stepped behind her father. She was shaking and a look of fear had come over her delicate features. Fujitaka nodded. "Yes. This is Sakura."
Sonomi nodded. "Come here Sakura. I promise I won't hurt you."
Sakura just stood there clutching her father's shirt, her eyes tightly shut, her face pale. She shook like a leaf, and Sonomi, felt a wave of pain. This girl had been through so much, especially when she was raped... Sonomi shuddered at the thought of some guy forcefully putting his fingers in her body.
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Sakura felt gentle arms wrap around her body, like her mother's used to. She opened her eyes in shock, to find herself staring into a pair of dark eyes. The eyes were filed with sadness and the little girl knew at once that whoever this person was, they wouldn't hurt her.
"Sakura..." The person said as they wrapped their arms around her in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry." Sakura peeked behind the person to see a girl about the same age as her with dark hair and fair skin. She waved her arms in the air to signify she wanted down.
The woman chuckled and put her down. She ran over to the new girl and started walking around her, as if to inspect her. She had never seen another girl like her before. She had always stayed in the house. She had of course seen older women, but never one the same age as her. She continued her inspection staring into the girl's blue eyes, and pacing around her. Her father, and Aunt just stared in complete fascination. Sakura had never taken to a person so well.
The blue-eyed girl spoke. "Hello. Who are you?" Sakura stepped back. The girl just talked! She turned and ran to her father.
Her Aunt chuckled and picked her up. "That's your cousin Sakura. Her name is Tomoyo."
Sakura turned and looked at her aunt, her eyes wide. She titled her head as if to say, "My cousin?"
"She is your cousin. My daughter. I'm your Aunt." Sakura continued to stare at this woman her green eyes wide and unblinking.
Sonomi carried Sakura over to where her daughter was. She set Sakura down and turned to her daughter. Tomoyo this is Sakura. I want you to show her around and make her comfortable. She doesn't talk very much, so be nice... Um, she'll be staying here for the next couple days, so please try to get along." Tomoyo nodded in accent.
"Yes mom." Tomoyo smiled, a beautiful light that lit her face. She grabbed Sakura's hand. "C'mon Sakura lets go. I have so much stuff to show you! The grounds, the rooms, the clothes...." Tomoyo continued on and Sakura looked back at her father. He was smiling so it must be ok to do this. Her father wouldn't hurt her would he? She shook off that terrifying thought as Tomoyo pulled her hand. "C'mon...."
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Sakura and Tomoyo stood in Tomoyo's room. She was tying up the bow on the back of Sakura's new dress that Tomoyo had designed. The dress was a light green and brought out the colour of Sakura's eyes. It was floor length; Sakura wouldn't wear it any other way.
"Sakura you look Fabulous!" Tomoyo said.
Sakura walked over to the mirror and looked into it. The dress set off her eyes and hid her developing curves, but still clinging to her body. It was as if this dress was made for the sole purpose of Sakura wearing it this one occasion. Sakura blushed. Tomoyo sighed.
"You look so good Sakura!" Sakura smiled a small smile. Tomoyo threw her arms around her cousin and gave her a bear hug. Sakura, not expecting this, let out a small squeak. "Aha! You do have a voice!" Sakura looked at her in shock. "I'm going to hear you say something, whether it be one word or a whole sentence by the time you leave!" Tomoyo vowed.
Sakura titled her head. This person cared if she talked? "..." Sakura tried to say something and Tomoyo grinned. But Sakura hadn't talked for so long that it was as if she were one or two and was learning to talk.
"I see that this will take some work, and," Tomoyo said pausing, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I won't make you."
Sakura smiled and threw her arms around this newfound friend.
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The next couple days passed fairly quickly. Tomoyo had started to design a whole new wardrobe for Sakura consisting of pants, socks, t-shirts, hoodies, long-sleeved shirts, baseball shirts, and hats. Sakura hadn't said anything else, or even made the effort to say anything else. It was one such occasion that Tomoyo was getting Sakura to try on half finished clothes, and speaking to her telling her everything. The colour of the sky, the sun, and the school she would go to in the fall if she was ready, the people she would meet and see. Sakura was scared. She didn't want to go to a new school. She hated people. She had for some reason taking a strange liking to Tomoyo and her mom but no one else other than Touya and her father. She absolutely refused to talk to anyone, until now... "Tom-o-yo."
Tomoyo looked up startled. "Did you say something?"
Sakura shook her head. Tomoyo looked suspiciously at her, but didn't say anything. Sakura sighed. She wasn't ready to speak yet. No, not yet.