Six years ago, he stayed.
Uchiha Sasuke stayed.
strawberry
tomato
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She's an eighteen year old Jounin.
ANBU.
Eighteen and already a killer.
Surprised?
You should be.
Blame it to Kakashi. Blame it to Naruto. Blame it to Sasuke. She dressed like a slut, spoke like a bitch and killed like a psychotic killer. She once asked Kakashi if she could try castration. She bet it would be fun.
But that was too much for Kakashi to handle. He said no, no, that's messy, he said. You're cute, Sakura-chan, and castration is for grown-ups.
He did not intend her to grow up like this. He taught her killing techniques to protect herself. Not to make killing her hobby. But circumstances called for it.
She was an angel. Pretty, pink and prim. But she fell. She fell hard, so hard that her wings broke into pieces and the feathers scattered everywhere. Sasuke tried to gather them, to look for them but they were gone.
Like her parents. Like her heart. Like her innocence.
(Where are they?)
She pulled herself up. She healed herself. She forced herself to live. Even though there was nothing left to live for. She forced herself to grow up. To be someone she never wanted to be. To be someone she hated. To live, and live and live and live and
…survive!
I have to.
I have… this is my punishment.
This life.
I am alive…
and she was dead, too.
Living and not living.
Breathing and dying.
So sad, so beautiful.
Like cherry blossom trees.
…
I have to be happy.
I have to live.
She kept saying, she kept trying, as she hack, stab and smile.
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.
To be sad and beautiful.
Was the loneliest way to live.
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.
But she did try.
That's why blood covered the half of her face and soaked her hair. She said she was carried away. The blood is so amazing, she said. And the man's cry was so lovely to hear. And the sight of the castrated sex organs was lovelier than she could imagine.
She was…enthralled. Fascinated. Amazed.
Oh. How interesting.
"Who sent you?" she asked. But the man grinned and spit in her face.
That did it.
She smiled.
And the men thought, she's so pretty.
So she did it. In front of her teammates.
"Oh, darling… you don't wanna talk. Fine," she took out her kunai. "I'm gonna make your last days hot. Like an orgasm. Your eyes will roll in ecstasy. You will scream for more."
The missing-nin saw her green eyes glowed erringly and he swore to himself that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. The most beautiful, yet the most horrible of all.
Then he felt it.
He screamed.
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.
Sasuke, Naruto and Kakashi cringed. Unable to handle it any longer, they stopped watching her.
The screams intensified. Begging. Crying. Praying.
But she did not heed his cries. "Go on. Scream. Scream."
"Louder." She hissed, smiling at him. "I wanna hear more.
Louder. Scream.
Scream."
She slowly… oh… very slowly castrated him. And in every slice of the kunai, the missing nin's screams climbed higher until he became hoarse but he remain screaming.
"Louder."
He screamed louder.
"Louder."
He did.
"Louder."
She was drowning in the flood of blood. Blood stained her cheeks and hair. But she did not mind. In fact, she liked it. It was warm.
So alive.
She leaned down to the man's crying face. "See my face? See my eyes? Remember me. These eyes, this hair." She pushed the kunai deeper and the man squirmed in pain.
"Remember me, lover boy. Remember this face." She finally ripped the man's sex organs and the man screamed out, blood pouring out from his mouth. He growled, moaned, and groaned. But she was not done. Not yet. She was having fun… why stop now?
She plunged the kunai thorough his abdomen, bursting his stomach. She rotated the knife slowly; the man's eyes were almost white with pain, his whole body shook, his muscles contracted.
"Sakura."
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"That's enough." Kakashi said.
But the girl did not listen. She continued to spin the kunai. "Scream."
The missing-nin did.
"Louder."
More blood ejected from the victim, drenching her pink hair.
"Remember my face. We're going to see each other in hell."
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She watched her reflection on the river. Bloodstains on her face, hair, uniform and kunai. Her expression was blank, eyelids lowered over her dull eyes. She lifted the kunai to her eyes. Nice. You did your job. She bent down and began to wash the blood off the blade. But the blood remained.
She scrubbed harder.
Harder. Teeth ground. Jaw clenching.
She scrubbed harder. Harder, longer. She began to frown.
Then, she froze. Her grip tightened then roughly, she threw the kunai on the river. The force of her throw made a small swirl on the water as the kunai hit the bottom.
The water rippled, distorting her image.
She started to wash her hair but the red tinge of it remained. Soon, she gave up. Let it be red. Let it be bloody. The villagers like them bloody, didn't they?
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Sasuke watched her comb her still bloody-hair. Her hair had grown so long, touching her well-sculptured buttocks, accentuated by her tight leather leggings.
She was having difficulty in combing her hair. It was so long. So he offered to comb it for her.
At first, she was hesitating. It's not everyday that the Uchiha Sasuke offer help… Hesitation fading, she obliged.
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"How does it feel?" he asked, as he run the comb through her hair, touching the pink strands with a slight wince. It was sticky.
"Feel what?" she threw back.
A moment of silence hung between them. "Castrating a man."
She didn't hesitate. "Juicy." She replied while wetting her lips.
"Hn." He said, deadpanned.
"Try it sometimes, Sasuke."
"No thanks."
She turned around to face him and smiled seductively. "Why not?" brushing her hair lay forgotten. Her cheeks were still red with her own blood from the cuts on her cheeks she received from the earlier surprise assault. Her full bottom lip was bloody red and blood started trickling down her chin. She licked her lips and smiled.
"Hmm, Sasuke…kun?"
He shrugged but remained looking at her lips. Suddenly, he felt very, very warm. And his eyes turn into Sharingan.
Sakura smiled broadly.
"You're…" Sasuke clenched his jaw. "You're still bleeding."
"Oh. My face? Yeah…"
What he did next was intoxicating.
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.
He licked her cheek.
Her eyes widened, masking the anxiety.
"What—"
Sasuke continued licking her cheek, his hot and wet tongue flickering over her heated cheek. Then he whispered, "I like it when you bleed." His hot breathe fanned her ear. She shivered and her breathing accelerated.
"Your blood taste sweet. Like sake."
She smiled, masking her discomfort. "Really? How about yours?"
Sasuke smirked. "Try it."
She did.
He was still bleeding like her but he bled more. She tiptoed and licked his cheek, hungrily like a cat lapping up its milk. Suddenly, he was sinking. A sensation settled into his stomach before jerking his spine. The urge to close his eyes and shudder was all-consuming. Grabbing his control, he repressed the urge. But the sensation remained.
He griped her hips.
"Damn it…" he growled.
"Hey, hey, hey…" a cheery voice boomed in. Instead of springing apart, Sasuke gripped her hips tighter. She licked his cheek oncee more time before pushing him away.
Smiling fiendishly, she turned to Naruto. "Like it?"
The blonde-haired shinobi grinned, obviously burning up. "Love it."
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They arrived a day after to Konoha.
As they entered the village, the guards were astounded at their appearance. Bloody pink hair, torn clothes and bleeding cuts; Sakura didn't have enough chakra to heal her and their wounds.
But very much alive.
They passed through the village's marketplace. A lot of people stared at them indiscreetly. Few were scared to look. Sasuke's Sharingan was activated. Red eyes matching his blood matted-cheek and tendrils of reddish hair was not a pretty sight to look at. The aura they emit was so thick that the villagers thought they were choking from just watching them.
"The Team 7…"
"Yeah. Judging at their faces, they accomplish a highly successful mission."
"Hai…"
"Haruno Sakura…she changed so much…"
"I heard it's because, you know…"
"Her parents were…"
"…massacred."
"Horrifying. Her mother was raped…and was…chopped into pieces…"
"And her father?"
"…butchered beyond recognition."
"Oh my!"
"No wonder she became…"
"Like…that…"
"Yeah…"
"She's…scary, if you ask me."
"Very."
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Tsunade smirked, watching Team 7. Sakura was sitting in a chair casually, Sasuke leaned against the wall, Naruto sat on the window pane and Kakashi stood straight, book under his nose.
How could they look so nonchalant?
They reeked.
The smell of blood hung in the air. Their clothes bloody, faces with cuts that bleed, blood-spattered hair and they looked so nonchalant?
"Well?"
"Mission accomplished."
Smile.
"Very good. You're free to go."
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"Let's eat ramen!" Naruto announced. Sakura rolled her eyes. Some people never change. Naruto can still be childish and innocent even though he had seen so many gruesome things.
And did macabre things, too.
"You smell."
"What?" he looked at her.
"You reek."
Naruto looked affronted. She didn't care.
"So take a bath first."
Naruto mumbled something under his breath. Sakura's eyes caught something interesting. "Hey, why don't we go and visit that club?"
The three males glanced over to where she was pointing. An R-18 nightclub.
Kakashi nodded. "Yeah…since all of you are legal, I think it would be fine. For a change."
"Would there be ramen?"
"Idiot." Sasuke muttered.
"So, are you up to it? Naruto, Sasuke?" she asked.
"Okay. I'm tired to argue with you Sakura-chan."
And he still called her Sakura-chan as if she's still the lovely sweet innocent 12-year old Sakura-chan.
Sasuke just shrugged and went off to his apartment.
"See ya at eight. Sensei, don't be late."
Kakashi didn't reply but disappeared in a poof.
"Naruto, come on…"
Her and Naruto's apartment were next to each other.
"Bath. Bath. Bath. I reek so fucking bad that I felt I'm worse than Akamaru. Fuckshit."
Naruto chuckled and swung his arm around Sakura's shoulder. She raised her brow at him. "Ne, I think I'm gonna pass out."
She rolled her eyes and supported him eventually.