K.L.K- here. I don't own anything but this story. this is about Sakura, but it shows the, eh... evil side of her. I will get to her and a real story soon, I promise. and she won't remember things, they'll keep on fading away, but the phantom memories will remain throughout the story. enjoy!
Sakura opened her green eyes as she saw the time. she had a half-hour until academy started. she got dressed into a black pair of pants, and a loose black shirt that covered her arms completely, as well as a mask over her face. she didn't want people to look at her yet.
she was convinced she was ugly.
she was actually very pretty.
she had tried to scar herself many a time.
that thing in her didn't let her.
her Inner screamed at her.
she didn't show emotion.
she pulled on her black gear, and grabbed an Onigiri and ate it, then headed to the academy building. she was introduced to the class she would be in until she was eight. she inwardly sneered and fumed. a class of girls. these bitches didn't know how to fight, all they knew was how to scream, cry, and act stupid.
Sakura sighed as she looked over the class, and sat near the back, in the comforting shadows that encased her with thier concealing nature. she loved the shadows, she would stay in them all the time if she could. they concealed her. they hid her from others.
they made her feel safer.
they hid her.
they felt like she did when she was alone.
she liked being alone.
they made others easier to observe.
she liked to observe others, so she could find thier weakness. sometimes thier weakness was simple; they were being weak. her green eyes darkened almost to black when she remembered what her family had called her.
weak.
burden.
stupid.
monster.
abomination.
ugly.
beast.
outcast.
she growled inwardly at herself. the vivid memories assualted her. her mother beating her, her father who's curse seal burned still, her little brothers and sisters and cousins grinning at her, thier green eyes and dark hair flouncing with dark joy, the elders and grandparents, who did nothing, and the little sister she had with two scars... what scars? what sister?
she gritted her teeth as she felt a sharp pang. right, no thinking about that. she focused on the lesson, and found herself appalled. FLOWERS?! HAIR?! MAKE-UP?! was this a Ninja academy or a wussy academy?! the pinkette was very glad when she noticed the teacher- whoever that was she didn't care- hadn't seen her apprehensive look. ah, how she loved the shadows.
she looked at all the other girls in the room. 'wussy...future whore...future whore... no, future slut...' her eyes passed over the front row, drowning out the droning of the teacher on the subject of flower arrangements. she moved her eyes to the second row. 'hm...blond hair, blue eyes... paying attention to the lesson? ah, this will be a fiery but possibly weak kunoichi.' she mused, then moved to the next person. 'blue-black short hair, white-purple pupilless eyes, and a fearful expression. has potential, at least.' the next one looked to be bored. 'a weapon's mistress.' she thought, as she spotted the kunai the girl- who was approximately a year older than the pinkette herself- was playing with underneath the desk. the next one was unimportant, and all the rest of the kunoichi looked a bit weak, to be honest.
she felt bloodlust at them. 'kill the weaklings.' the thing ordered.
'no.' she refused. she caged the thing back up before it could claw at her mind again. she locked it deeper in this time though.
she remembered when she was younger.
she had shown emotions.
she had shown fear.
she had shed real tears.
she had been weak.
she knew she would become that person once again, but not weak as she was. never weak, not again. the rest of the class stood, and the teacher led them outside. to a field of flowers. she hated sunlight, always had and always would. she hissed as she was exposed to the bright sunlight, and the happy and cheery smiles from everyone made it worse.
she made a small bouquet of white Queen Ann's lace, with yellow wild daffodils, and some purple flowers she had found to be quite pretty, and a few Horse-tail or Cat-tail weeds and some grass at the back made it quite simple, and wild. she wrapped a piece of plain white paper around the simple bundle, and headed to show the teacher.
she eyed it carefully. "Sakura, you must make the colours accent each other, and use more veriaties than this. and are these weeds? and grass? this is a poor excuse for a bouquet." the teacher knocked it out of the girl's hands, and left the plucked and now dying flowers to flutter down to the ground in dissarray.
"alright, then. I would rather be fighting than picking flowers. I'd rather be throwing kunai and shuriken than doing make-up. I would much rather trade justu in a fight than cooridinate my outfits, since all I wear is black. I do not care for this simple thing. I am wondering if this is a ninja academy or a wussy academy." she said, her eyes unafraid and her voice strong.
the woman smiled cruelly at her. "would you rather be in a class with the boys? I think you'd be too weak."
the girl suppressed a flinch and shook from her anger. "yes, I would rather be in a class of boys and I am NOT weak." she spoke through gritted teeth.
"FINE." the woman snarled. "I wouldn't want you in this class anyway!" she stormed off. the girls who had gotten positive mental comments came up to her then.
"hi! I'm Yamanaka Ino." the blonde one smiled.
"h-hello... I-I'm H-Hyuuga H-Hinata." the one with the odd-ish eyes said.
"Hi! I'm Tenten!" the one with brown hair in two buns greeted.
"hello," Sakura nodded. "I am Haruno Sakura."
in two days' time, she was in the class with the boys, and was enjoying it.
the teacher called on her. "Haruno." he stated. "what do you do if you encounter a enemy nin within the border and he has noticed you and challenges you?"
"I throw a kunai to initiate a return challenge." she stated.
"he catches it and throws it back."
"I catch it and then throw another one that has a genjutsu as well as a exploding tag on it."
"he dispells the genjutsu and then diactivates the tag with water."
"I throw a earth jutsu at him."
"he blocks it with water."
"I use a lightning jutsu to counter it."
"he is behind you."
"I dodge and take out my Katana."
"he breaks your Katana."
"while he is distracted I throw a wave of kunai and shuriken with poison and I make several clones."
"he dodges the wave of shuriken and kunai then destroys the clones."
"I come from beneath him and slice off his legs."
"Kiwiarmi no jutsu."
"I locate him and then 'dissapear' until he makes his move."
"he readies a jutsu..."
"I stab him in the jugular vien, thus ending his life."
he raised an eyebrow. "very good." he noted, and moved on with the lesson.
after Academy let out, she was simply walking out the doors, and back to her home, but a boy stopped her. he was in her class, she vaugely remembered.
he had spiky, cockatoo like hair, and she knew he would be very strong when he was older, but for now he was a innocent little kid.
he started to speak but a deeper voice cut him off first.
K.L.K- here. enjoy, and review!