Luceo Non Uro
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It was three days before she moved an inch, despite the concerned calls through the door of a couple that was not her parents. Human bodies required food and it hurt not to eat, at is happens. Her skin felt wrong, like sandpaper rubbing against her soul. It itched in a way that nothing could stop.
She waited until she heard both of the Haruno's leave the house.
Her legs shook and her stomach ached.
But, she wasn't going to die of starvation. She hadn't gotten away from Micheal to die like this. Her parents would be ashamed of her.
The thing to know about Sabella, or Sakura, now, was that she could cook absolutely nothing. She would burn rice, she would roast the outside of a chicken but leave the inside raw. There was nothing that she could do properly. And so she lived on a diet of smoothies and leftovers, and delivery.
Now, she was left alone in a kitchen with no left overs, she had no money, and so she was left with the blender and the vegetables in the fridge. So, sweet potatos, carrots, and a single turnip. There was meat, too, but she couldn't safely liquify that. So she transferred it to the freezer for someone who could, and was blessed to find strawberries, and some ice cream. How was there so little?
She checked the cabinets and found a bit more she could eat. Cereal, that was good, and bananas. A few cans of soup.
And peanut butter.
Which, she promptly ate the entire jar of.
Sabella blended the entire sweet potato, threw some cinnamon and milk in with it, and poured the whole thing into a thermos she found before wandering outside.
It was dusk, the sun was setting into a periwinkle sky.
Sabella took a walk to get used to her new legs.
It didn't really take her anywhere. She walked around the neighborhood, trying to keep track of where she was. She wandered to a park, looked at the children and the parents. Her family hadn't gone to parks. Her parents were weird people, who took them to craters in the earth and told them tales of the stars.
Sabella would listen to everything they said. She wanted to know of their origins, what brought them to earth, and where they found their place among the humans.
Her sister, who shone brighter than anyone, never cared much for stories of black space and cold voids. She wanted to know about stars, the sun, and the life of those of earth.
She missed her.
There was a terrible ache in her chest, a loss that tore at her very being. It hurt, a screaming in her heart that made her want to claw through this new skin and rip this foreign beat right out of her ribs.
Instead of doing that, she turned right and passed the school.
The lights were out, and there wasn't anyone in the yard out front. She could see a few tree stumps set up in front of worn dirt paths. Scorch marks touched down on a circle draw in the grass.
Who let these children throw knives? Who let their tiny, innocent being learn to fight? What kind of place was this that no one blinked twice as boys and girls joined wars and fought on battlefields?
What kind of a world would breed a desperation that would make that necessary in the first place?
Was it possible for her to change her profession?
If it was, did she want to?
Sabella didn't want to kill anyone, that was true, but the future was dark and in a war it was the innocent who paid the price for the games. It was those that could not protect themselves who died easiest. And as she was now, she could protect no one.
Her skin was thin, but she could feel the power, the potential thrumming under it like a fire waiting to burn through her flesh. The combination of her own soul stuffed into a body that already had living energy was a weird one, and that was the only explanation she could come up with for why she felt the way she did.
She turned away from the school and started the walk back to the house, her head filled with so many thoughts she couldn't keep track of them all. Thoughts of home, thoughts of the future, thoughts of the itch beneath her skin.
Her head spun round and round until she was dizzy by the time she was crawling back into bed.
Hours later, the door opened and a woman who was not her mother came in to check on her. She pretended to sleep through it.
"You finally decided to show up for class, huh?"
Sabella looked up from the seat with her name on it to find a blond girl standing in front of her, a hand on her hip. Even young, Ino was pretty. Her hair was just getting long, and she had it in a ponytail now, but the purple clothes were missing. Instead Ino had thrown a white tank top over a fuchsia t shirt.
"I like your bracelets," was all 'Sakura' said, gesturing to the orange and red bangles.
"I- huh?" Ino stared at her like she'd lost her mind. Which was a fair assumption, given the hostility demonstrated in the show.
"Your bracelets, they look nice," she repeated. Idly, she twirled a long strand of pink around her fingers. She didn't really want to cut it all off, but she wasn't sure what to do with it otherwise.
"Oh. Thank you?" Ino was so confused that she just walked away, a furrow in her brow. Sabella smiled a little. She was cute.
The door opened, and demon walked inside. Sakura waved at him.
"Hey, Naruto," she called. His head snapped towards her. "Sit with me today?"
The whole room was staring, but all Sakura bothered with was the smile that spread across his face. She'd never seen a human being so happy before. He practically ran over to her side.
Sabella had thrown up on boys shoes before, during particularly out of hand parties, but none of them had been so enthusiastic to see her again.
"Sakura!" he tossed himself into the chair beside her. "Are you feeling better today?"
"A little," she admitted, smiling at him. "I don't think I'll mess up your shoes again," she joked, poking his side.
He twitched away from it and laughed awkwardly.
"Did you happen to do the homework?" she asked, and watched his face fall. He looked to the side awkwardly, scratching his cheek.
"U-hum…"
"I figured," she waved her hand, "Don't worry about it. I'll just ask Shino for it. He seems like someone who does his homework. You really should to," she said, eyeing the boy. Not that Sabella had ever done homework in her life. Fuck that. She had better things to do. Like playing with lights and fireworks and stars.
The door opened again, this time allowing Iruka to walk inside. Sabella hoped there would be no practical lessons today, for she had yet to get the hang of, or even try, using chakra. With how jacked up it would be now that Sabella's energy was in the system, she was a little scared to try.
She pulled out a paper and started writing. Not what was on the board, truthfully, but her own thoughts. Questions that had never been answered, things that bothered her about the show.
Why hadn't Sakura ever learned any decent Genjutsu, despite two different masters saying she had a natural talent for it? Why hadn't Naruto learned anything about the fox earlier? Why hadn't Danzo made his move earlier?
Who the hell was Kakashi's mother!
That one, she underlined for emphasis. Then became aware that Naruto was watching her intently.
"Uh, yeah?" she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, more than a little confused.
"Can help me learn to make a clone?" he asked, out of absolutely no where.
Sabella stared at him blankly.
"I'm better at the theory of jutsu than jutsu itself," she warned. His fell fell and she sat up, scrambling to back track. "But I'll try!"
His head snapped straight up and he stared at her in such a way she wanted to tear apart whoever had made him doubt so heavily he would be granted the help he asked for.
"Really?"
"Yeah! And if we can't do it together, we'll find someone else who can!" she promised, grinning at him brightly. "Hinata maybe."
"Not Sasuke," Naruto made a face at the thought. Sabella shook her head.
"I don't know if he'd help us or not. It would be nice if he would, but i don't want to waste your time trying."
"Sakura, Naruto, is there something you'd like to share with the class," Iruka asked, breaking them up. Sabella looked up at him and smiled.
"Naruto just had a question about," she glanced at the board, "Chakra conversion from Genjutsu to ninjutsu, and asked me instead of interrupting the class."
She added to her list, 'How can I read and write Japanese?' .
Iruka stared at them. It was clear he didn't believe them, but he didn't question good girl Sakura.
During their gym period, or whatever they called the outside practice where they all tried to stab pieces of wood and fight eachother, Sabella found herself partnered with some purple haired girl for a spar.
She sneared at 'Sakura' and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Great, I'm fighting her? She won't do anything unless Sasuke is watching!" she whined, stamping a foot and looking up at Iruka petulantly. The man sighed, deeply, and this girl, amy?, was probably right.
Sabella wouldn't know.
"Just, begin," Iruka waved his hand at them.
Sabella snapped her fist out, using her shoulder, and hit the other girl right in the chin. She crumpled the ground like a wet piece of paper. There was dead silence.
Sabella twirled a piece of hair around her finger.
"Huh. It worked."
She'd seen a few too many boxing movies, or rather she had watched Girlfight on loop for about two months straight, and had just tried to emulate what she'd seen there. Apparently Sakura's body had a natural talent, or at least she had built up basic combat moves. Or something. Sabella had only been a few physical fights in her life. Shed never won any of them.
She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet.
"Sakura!" Iruka scrambled to see to the now unconscious girl. "What was that?"
"I don't know. I saw someone else do it," she crossed her arms over her chest. It had felt pretty good. " I didn't' think it would actually work on a person."
"Who did you see do it?" Iruka stared at her from where the purple haired girl was starting to stir.
"I dunno. Some guy in green? He had a bowl cut."
Iruka made a face. "That sounds right…"
Ami whined and sat up, a hand on her jaw. "Wha appen'?" she mumbled. Blood slid out of her lips.
Sabella's eyes widened.
"Ho-oly shit. Should we be wearing mouth guards?" it occurred to her that she could have knocked a tooth out. What the actual fuck.
"Sakura, why don't you sit out for the rest of the day," he suggested, eying her side long. "Kasumi, take Ami to the nurse, would you?"
Sabella couldn't argue with that. So she went over to one of the shorter wooden stumps, one that wasn't being used for target practice, and sat on that to watch everyone else.
The rest of the day, children gave her weary looks.