Her damaged flower
By, Walking Contradictor
Summary: S+S. She longed for death. For freedom. For reconciliation. Something he could not provide.
Pairing: S+S
Chapter 2: Her Sin
Dogs. Squirrels. Trees. Families. Sakura. Parks were full of these. Full of dogs being walked by their owner, or is it owner walked by dogs? Squirrels scurrying around the park, searching for food, sniffing around, climbing trees, being chased after children. Trees. The park was full of trees. Small trees, big trees, old trees, young trees, purple trees, maybe? Families. Full of families. Families flying kites. Families picnicking. Families being what families were. Families being a family. Sakura. The park knew Sakura. Sakura knew the park. From the playground, to even a little rock, she knew the park. She walked around aimlessly for hours on end, spacing out, listening to inner voices of hell whisper in her ear. Listening to screams of pain and agony. Smelling the salty tears. The metallic blood.
Blood.
Blood.
So much blood.
Scarlet blood.
Human blood.
So much blood…
He walked into the bar and took a seat, leaning heavily against the counter. The bartender rubbed it clean with a towel in smooth circular motions, before setting it away and turning to him.
"What ya want?"
"Red wine."
He swished the wine around in his glass before taking a sip, closing his eyes at the blissful moment of the blast of flavorful wine in his mouth.
"Lovely."
"Yeah, yeah…"
The bartender tended to another customer, completely ignoring the man. He finished his drink and walked out of the bar, slamming money on the counter. The bartended looked up for a split second to see the man slipping out a knife, before the door squeaked shut. He blinked, before shrugging and helping another customer.
"Who are you?"
"………."
The man stared at the figure before him. A girl, nearly 12 years of age. Facing him. With a gun. In her hand. As she shot him in the neck. Letting him give a strangled yell, before he died from blood clots in his throat, causing him to choke and die.
She watched him die. Her emerald green eyes flashed with pity, before settling with an impassive look.
"Sayonara."
Oh how she remembered her first job. It was that man. He was in the way of someone's path to taking over a successful company, so she was ordered to kill him. Yes. Kill.
Kill.
Blood.
Guns.
Bullets.
Death.
How much she loved her job. Her way of life was to kill. She had been 12, and with no family, she worked as an assassin. She flourished in the business, and she enjoyed killing.
Killing.
Sinning.
Killing.
Sinning.
Day after day, she killed. She sinned. She lived.
She lived for him.
TBC…
Jah, that's my second chapter. Wonder who 'him' is. XD. T.T Expect my chapters to be short. Uh-huh. Review! It makes me happy. Which is something I need to be right now. n.n
-Walking Contradictor :D