Thank you so far for your kindness!! I can't believe it, I have gone far...

So, from today on, i will update at 4:30 PM according to GMT, or later, the average is once in 3 days. If you want more, I am not sure because I need to go to school. :(((

About the one shot, I decide to make it a collection of one shot. Send your idea to me, and I will consider it. I can write it, but remember, this collection contains maily tragedies and it's Sakura-centric.

About Gems that are canon characters...hm, it depends. I am sorry, but I can't make sure of it.

Comments and kudos, as usual, please. Now, enjoy the story.

Have a good day/night!!!

Note:

speak: Pearl thinks.

speak: Sakura thinks.

speak: other and amethyst think or memory.

Sakura ends up becomes a lonely child.

No matter how much Mebuki has tried, she just won't talk to any children in the neighbourhood or in the park. Always sitting on the swing or practicing her self-created dance in the pink bedroom she has, refuses to talk to anyone.

A servant needs no friend. A servant is not suppose to talk unless they are ordered to.

"Dearie, just stop." The father puts a hand on his wife's shoulder when she tries to convince the little Gem again, eyes soft and kind. Looks at his daughter's small form, he smiles. "Don't force her to do what she doesn't want. Just let it go."

"But…Kizashi, she needs to make friend."

"Don't worry, sweety." Kizashi shakes his head. "Let her do what she want. Sakura is a special child. We butter back off, right?"

Sakura is glad because he is so understanding and merciful. She doesn't know she can fulfill their command even if they order directly to her. She wants to scowl at herself for upsetting her creators so badly. Dead Diamonds above, no one knows how much she wants to follow her Masters' words….

You see, the problem here is…..Sakura just….. just can not communicate with the children around her. They are from two different world, and their minds are not related in anything at all. The baby humans….all are too young and blind to this world's cruelty. Beisde, none of them really want to be her…..friends.(What is friend, really? Such a mysterious thing)They don't like her for her 'big freaking forehead' and the 'creepy weirdo eyes', always pointing at her, laughing, mocking with every mean nickname they have in their poor vocabulary.

Sakura used to all the discrimination, prejudice, but that doesn't mean she like it. She prefers being the watcher, thank you very much. She needs no one but her Masters….and perharps she can try to find the Red Gem-man, too. He calls himself Renji, if she remembers it correctly.

A nice name, Sakura thinks.

So her life just continues as it goes, a regular routine, kinda boring to the humans but enough to satisfy Sakura. She spends nearly all the time pleasing her creators and dancing. When the sun has fallen down behind the horizon, the black cloak of the night conquers the clear sky, starlight sparkles beautifully, Sakura practices her performance.

Her movements are getting better now, not as how she used to be when she was the best Pearl, but not too clumsy and inelegant. Humans body have their own limits, Sakura needs to remind herself this fact everytime she dances. Her bones can break, her skin bleeds red, not the whole cold light.

Hands raise up, toe points out, head high. Move silently as a wind, never miss a beat from the rhythm she love with all her heart. Sakura's Gem glows, faintly, hiding after her eyelid, unseenable in the dark room.

From the begining.Amethyst cheers.

Of course.

Plie. Leg up, hands curved, holding tight together, close to the belly. Head tilts, Submissive. Obediently.

(No no no never never)

Lean forward, sweep a circle, pirouette. Keep your balance, don't stand on toes for long, not strong enough. Long hair, wears it down, flowing like a river of pink silk on her back. Sakura feels her muscle, her limbs, all vibrate, bringing up something hidden deep inside her core, belongs to a Gem only.

Every Gem has an unique, a solely soul harmony that becomes their own feature. Pearl loses her song to the White (she loses herself) and Amethyst was dead before she even begins her first note, so Sakura tries to find the melody of Opal. She tries so hard, so long, dance and dance and dance under the silver moonlight, performs for the shadows to witness.

Sakura keeps up the Pearl staging for who knows how long. She is close to her limit now. The sting of dissapointment aching worse than the sore body. What has she done wrong? Is she not a Gem? Is she so broken that she doesn't even have a song?

Angriness flows in her veins. In a moment, blood rushes to head, Sakura swings the extended leg to the opposite side, stronger than necessary, out of the traditional steps. Uses it momentum, Sakura spins, hands straight out, like wings, a bird trying to escape from the cage. Her new motion is different from how she used to dance, un-White, un-Pearl, but feels so-

A deep vibration suddenly sounds up in Sakura's mind. She freezes, staying right where she is. Heart racing in excitement, Sakura barely breaths, pinches herself to make sure that this is true.

Ouchie.

Yes.

It comes.

I have been waiting for too long.

Yes, yes, finally, she has begun to hear it, the song, her song, her and her and her own, lovely, special song. How will it like? The concept of Piano and violin she heard once, or something more of that? Will it be fast, chilling, or slow, romantic.

To her sorrow, Sakura doesn't get the answer. The note only rings off in less than a second before fading to the silence. Sakura tries to listen, but that's it. Nothing more.

Seems like…she is not ready yet.

(When? When? How long must she wait to hear it again? Is she not good enough? Is she a bad gem?)

"-ease!! Please, give me more time." Sharp ears easily catch the low, brittle whispers that come from outside of her creator's bedroom. She puts her foot flat down, grimaces. It's Kizashi's voice.

Sakura doesn't have a good feeling.

She leans onto the wall and listens to his panicking words. The more she listens, the colder she feels.

"No!! I promise I won't run!!" Kizashi begs, gripping the phone tightly. "I just need more time!! There is no way for me to manage such an amount of money in just 3 days. Please, I am begging you."

"Haruno, don't be so silly. How can I make sure " A shrill voice answer him from on the other side of the room. Kizashi swallows thickly.

"Please!! Gatou-san, I swear on my life!! I will pay off the principal and interest!!"

"Why must you be so hard? You can just give me something to pay your debt. Your wife is kinda pretty or….your little pink fairy?" The man laughs, talking like his family is just some fucking goods. "She will be enough to pay it all, you know? A pretty slave…."

"No!!" He nearly screams, but holds it down so it won't wake up anyone. How dare this….fucking……piece of trash man….

"Gatou-san, I can never do it. Please, never remind me of that idea. They ARE my treasure, and I won't trade them to pay you." comes out as his steel response.

"…If you want to. I am busy now, so we will talk about this next time." Gatou warns. "You should think about the deal. A daughter, and you have that much money, enough to live happily. You can have another one. Be a smart merchant."

"I am a father." Can't handle the stress anymore, Kizashi cuts off the call, otherwise he will break his phone. Gasping heavily, Kizashi turns and stumbles into his daughter's room, tries to be as quiet as possible.

There she is. On the green bed, under the soft, floral cotton blanket. Her eyes closed, hair spread out on the flowery sheet, sleeping peacefully. So innocent, so precious. Priceless. Invaluable. His angle. His daughter. His happiness. His heart.

How can that man think that he would ever give up his daughter for some dirty money? How can he understand the holiness, the scared meaning of the word 'parents' ? There is nothing in this world can compare to the love of parents for their child, blood or not.

"I won't let anything happen to you." He brushes her hair away from her eyes, kisses her temple, shakingly. "No one is going to take you away from me, Sakura-hime. I promise."

He kisses her again, to confirm that she is here, truly here. After make sure his daughter is safe (now), he will return to his wife's warm, comforting embrace. Tomorrow, Kizashi is going to stay at home with his family, releases all this unlucky out of his system. Ah, right, Sakura's birthday is coming close too, so they can go somewhere to celebrate it.

The Land of Wave sounds just perfect. A vacation must be what he needs now.

He sighs, fists clenched so tight that the knuckes change to white.

Everything will be ok. He will get through this.

Kizashi never notice the moment he turns his bacm to Sakura, walks out of the room and shut the door carefully behind him, a pair of green jewelry follows his form until the wooden material veils it all.

Sakura sits up, staring at the moon. Kizashi's phrase keeps repeating in her head, nonstop, a ghostly echo from the painful memory merges with it.

"I won't let anything happen to you. No one is going to take you away from me, Sakura-hime. I promise."

"I will never let them take you away, Pearl! You are my Pearl, my only Pearl."

"I pRoMIsE...

Gems lie. People lie, too.

Sakura doesn't sleep that night.

PS:

Question: What do you think Sakura's gem should be, in the one shot I am about to release? As many types as you can think about, comment and let me know.