Disclaimers on the characters of Naruto by Kishimoto. The Original Character is my own.
#08 – Play Doll
By Winterwing3000
Voices broke through his darkness, drawing him back to reality. He blinked his onyx eyes, back to its original color from the dark red eyes. He found himself starring up to five sets of eyes, all of which he has known ever since his genin days.
They all quieted down and stepped away from him. Tsunade-sama, the Hokage of Konoha and the Fire country tied up the last bandage around his neck. Her face was grim and sadness entered her eyes. He noticed that this scene was lacking three sets of eyes. Something from within clicked and panic started to set into his blood.
"Where are they?" he said in a steeled calm tone. He felt his hand tighten around the dirt of the ground he was laying on. "Uchiha, you'll have to listen to me and let me finish okay?" the Hokage said with seriousness in her voice.
He looked at her, already fearing the worst.
"Your brother, Uchiha Itachi and a few of the Akatsuki have retreated after their attack. Naruto, Kakashi, Jiraiya, and Neji are in pursuit along with some other assigned ANBU. However, as for… Sakura. It was too late. Itachi went after her at her house… and she was…"
The rest of the words were droned out as he shot up from the ground, dashing madly to that single destination. His legs were exhausted from the earlier chase and fights, but he cared not. When he entered the trespassed household of the Harunos, the door was smashed to pieces, the furniture was destroyed, the bodies of the innocent Haruno parents were marred and in pieces, the blood splattered all over the place. He didn't notice that his eyes had switched into the Sharingan, the three commas swirling. The cursed seal seared on his back. He darted upstairs, the scent of blood overwhelming his senses.
It was still fresh and the white door leading into the ninja-girl's room was left ajar, the red sticky liquid smeared all over the wood. He slowly pushed it open, seeing the blood trail and footsteps dirtying the soft carpet.
His red eyes followed the trail, and found where the blood started pooling. He found the body sitting next to the many stuffed dolls which she had collected over her youth. She herself was dressed up, a summer dance dress, her bangs pinned on her crown with a comb of pearls, and in her hands was a head of a stuffed bunny which he remembered that Team 7 had bought for her birthday.
Her left eye was bruised, and her face was heavily covered in makeup. Her lips were painted with dark black lipstick, the same color which her nails were painted. Around her neck were cuts all the way around her head, decorating her column with bloody necklaces. Her left breast, the skin protecting her heart was torn and still bleeding. It soaked into the pink dress, leaving a stain which could never be washed.
He saw that her legs were spread apart, covered in blood that was dripping from within her thighs. Shock brought him down to the ground, causing his eyes to widen.
The ANBU came and collected him from his traumatized state. The image that was left imprinted in his mind and conscious was her soulless smile and her empty green eyes.
AN: This one was my favourite one to write. All angsty and dark. Ehehe.