The woman tapped her foot and her eyes scanned the outside area. "Please do come in will you Sasuke?They're praying eyes.", The woman spoke coldly and stepped to the side. Sasuke nodded his head and walked into his home as the woman let the stores slam shut.
The woman came to stand in front of Sasuke witb a demanding look in her eye, "Set her down Sasuke." Sakura looked up at the woman afraid of what she was going to say or do.
"Well let me see you girl. What's your name?", the woman asked. "Sakura , my name is Sakura.", Sakura replied bowing low at the hip for a moment before standing back up.
The woman carefully examined Sakura from head to toe taking in everything about her appearance. She quickly took note to the frail frame , thin and boney. She examined all her bruises, the cuts, and dirt that covered her. The tattered dress she wore was distasteful and poorly made. Her toe nails exposed by her shoes had dirt under nail and were chipped in places proof of running barefoot or in poor footwear often. Her hair was cut unevenly as if done by a knife in one quick swoop.
The woman let out a small small putting Sakura on alert. Would she be rejected?Who was this woman examining her like some sort of object. Fear sunk in quickly and she held her tears back. The woman then did something Sakura never expected, she pulled Sakura into a motherly embrace and ran a hand through her hair.
"Oh you poor girl. It's going to be okay. Welcome to the family. I'm your mother now, I am Mikoto. Sasuke's mother. You'll be properly loved here. I promise", The woman spoke gently. Sakura felt a whole new set of tears well up into her eyes but blinked them back, refusing let herself given in to the one act of kindness.
Sakura knew that it would not last. She was unlovable, this fact beat into her for as long as she could remember. She gently nodded in Mikoto's embrace and slowly backed away with a small thank you.
Mikoto grabbed one her hands gently slightly pulling her back to her, it did not escape her eye's Sakura fearful gaze that snapped up to her. "Come dear let's get you a nice warm bath shall we? It will make you feel so much better. A nice long soak all ways make me feel more calm. It also give me time to get a maid run to a favorite super market down road and buy you some things ok? Tell me what's your favorite smell? Favorite color? Size shoes? What size clothing do you need?", Mikoto spoke motherly and calm.
"I think I'm an 8 in shoes... I like really light pinks and white, I'm not sure the size... I always given mother's hold clothes so I've never worn anything that fit right. She's much taller and she got more meat on her bones than I do. I like the smell of cinnamon.." , Sakura whispered.
Sasuke who was listening intently watched her every move as she talked. Her feet would sweep over the other back and forth, her hands were fidgeting in front of her nervously. Even her whisper had the tone of fear and shame.
He came up behind her quietly and place one his hands on her shoulder hoping to give her a small amount comfort. Sakura whirled around quickly, panicking. Arms raised in a cross to cover her face quickly and she was slightly leaning back.
Sasuke's anger boiled to a point it never had before. If anything confirmed his suspicions, it was this. His mate had definitely been abused and not slightly. Sakura had major trauma.
His mother did not fail to notice Sakura's reaction either. Mikoto gave a silent nod to her son, a silent understanding between the two. "Come dear.", Mikoto offered her elbow to Sakura while she pulled herself out her trance ,"Let's go get you that bath , Sasuke has some duties he most go handle."