A/N : Sorry but i'm gonna be hiatus from now on till november... I have my exams :/

butttt... Rest assured i'm not leaving this story kay...? My exams are gonna be over on the 2nd of december... So i think i could whip off somethin in that same week for yall...

So... Review!

Forgive me if this displeases u... -_-

A little forsaken parentless Sakura decided to wander off into the forest miles away from her home of recklessness. The orphanage she was originally from didn't seem quite the place for a good slumber as she was running away from patrons that were beating kids with rattans. She was one of many that was brave enough to stand her ground and get a miserable beating from strangers that was assigned to take good care of her. On the eve of the incident, the kids were already warned about trying to salvage the room full of mysteries, a locked room across the food hall. "No one is ever to set foot inside this room! You hear me children?!", bellowed Charlotte pointing her index finger towards the door that had a gold knob with The Rogue emblem and later locking it just to be safe. The key also had the emblem incrusted on it which resembles a head of the devil smiling deviously showing off it's wicked set of teeth and had thorns engraved on the sides of it's head. The emblem solidified the demons or better yet, fellow rogues' position in the new world order. They are not to be questioned. They are not to be toyed with and they are certainly not to be taken lightly.

The kids in the food hall including Sakura stared in awe as Charlotte twisted the doorknob, locking it when the customized emblem both from the doorknob and key was moving. The devil now shot out a glare that gave the kids horrific chills going down their spines. The door was enchanted as well as the key.

She either way didn't care. She didn't take orders from halfwits, let alone halfwits that were part of The Rogue. How unfortunate for her to be living with demonic beings from then on. They were ignorant creatures who resembled humans on the outside but differ from the inside. They had prowess that brainwashed themselves to think that they were better than any blasted human being on the face of the earth. Demons were immortals which meant that they were more than joyful to order around mortals. Here she was, 13 years old and was forced to bow down to the likes of them. She hated them. She despised the very existence of the netherworld. They were the ones who menacingly murdered her mother in front of her then bloodshot eyes.

It was defiantly cruel, but it was reality. They were not her kind. Her kind would have been merciful even in doing bad deeds. If her parents' murderers were earthlings, they would've spared her eyes from the treacherous sight of their end. The fact is, the critters of the nether world ruled the dying earth and at the bottom of the food chain were humans. Fragile, vulnerable, pitiful human beings. There were no equal rights. There were no such thing as same standards. There were only strong immortals and puny weaklings. Those who fight for equality are banished to divinity and those who seek justice are fated to experience severities in an untimely demise. Schools are meant for rogues and a proper home is for the non-retarded version of their kind. As recent laws states that humans can only enroll in a slavery-oriented orphanage institution and would not be living in a home without the likes of a rogue. Laws that claim humans as the crippled version of rogues and they are in the brink of a cure.

It's not a disease, being human.

It's not something that can be spread and need to be quarantined or cured. Unlike arrogance. "Sakura! If you want to keep that arm of yours you outta'..." Charlotte smirked ever so menacingly when that curious little girl didn't heed her warning. Soon, the door was already wide opened and to her utter realization, there was nothing there. Not even a single frame on the sides of the wall. The room was tiny. It looked as if it was once used as a poor janitor's closet but it did not have anything in it, at least thats what Sakura can conclude. Why did they claim that the door was locked when it was clearly free of any reassurance. Was this Charlotte unlocking the door when she acted as if to lock the door? For whatever purpose?

"Well what do we have here?", a man suddenly appeared out of the group of women orphan caregivers. He himself was unmistakably a demon too. The said man had tattoos all over his human body and it was a dead give-away he was a demon the moment his tattoos lit up with color. His ink of art was exquisite, it seemed to depict quite a few Kanji symbols that Sakura didn't understand.

"What a beauty she is", the man continued with a somewhat seductive yet cheery expression planted on his pale-skinned face. Sakura stayed still, she couldn't manage a word. Her green orbs stayed blank as she threw her curiosity out the window. How is she a beauty when she had less hair than a new-born baby? She had a tomboyish physique as she hasn't hit her womanhood just yet, being a 13-year-old. Not only that, her short hair gave off a male vibe even though it was pink with highlights of dirt and mud. If she was a beauty, she honestly didn't feel like it. "What's your name little one?", the man gave her a curious gaze. Sakura didn't answer, she just glared at him. Trying to claw him with her mind.

"Sakura. Sakura Haruno", Charlotte answered in her place. The man automatically moved his gaze towards the said female. "M-my lord..."

"Shut up you nincompoop", to Sakura's astonishment, Charlotte's face was in pure horror as she had spoken when not spoken to. "For-forgive m-me my lord", she simply said. It was clear, he was the boss, their leader, the Mastermind.

"Sakura Haruno. It matches your hair doesn't it?" Getting his attention back to her. "It's a little too short for a man of my taste though. No matter, your face looks proper enough." He paused slightly for a moment as if he was analyzing her physical structure.

"Actually... You look gorgeous, and that's why I can't wait until you've reached puberty. You'll probably be breath-taking by then and that boyish physique of yours will soon fonder to oblivion" he pointed out. He was referring to her frail body, ultimately her flat-chest and she knew it. She still stood there motionless as well as emotionless. Closing the door behind her, he continued while shifting his attention to the new batch of freshly picked orphans.

"We have rules here. The first rule is...well..opening that door." Pointing his index finger towards the door that has recently been broken into. "I can't say i'm happy with the outcome of it though. Those who oppose will get punished. Those who don't...well..they will simply sleep without wounds, blisters and so on. This, was only a warning." Finally gazing back at Sakura.

"A warning that should've been heed no less. Sakura my dear, consider this a welcome present. Next time, well...I pray to the Gods that there won't be a next time. It'll be a fuss to get rid of scars on your body. It'll be a waste of time and finance. So darling, try disciplining yourself okay?" He shrugged and gave her an odd smile. One that looked like a fake one.

"Fokushi! Yo! We got some biz need attending to. Oh...wow! Who's this angel?" Another man approached them. It seems the mastermind had had assistance from a few acquaintances. From the looks of it, a dozen of demonic men. They each had features that astounded Sakura even more. From silver hair to eyes that had more than one pupil to a guy who was ridiculously tall. They all were now gathering around Sakura. As if they've never seen a girl before. As if they were hypnotized by her.

"She's georgeous! Look at her lips!"

"Indeed so luscious. Look at her eyes."

"Lemme see! Lemme see! Oh...wow!"

"Dude, don't drool. She's beautiful, I get it."

"She's more beautiful than the God of Youth herself!"

"Now that's a miracle."

"She's mine fools! Lucky for me, i needed some pampering, eh?"

"Eeww! You freakin' pedophilia creep!"

"Shut up the both of you! I'm the oldest, i should have her!"

"You might be the oldest, but you're simply an embarrassment to The Rogue!"

"Why don't we duel than?"

"I agree. From the looks of it, everyone wants a piece of her. Fighting will-"

"That's...a negative gentlemen." Stopping the irrational fight between his peers and signaling Charlotte to take the dumfounded Sakura away. "She's...she's gonna stay a virgin 'till further notice." "Wait, what!" The silver-haired one shrieked. "You've all clearly stated interest towards her. She's undoubtedly the most beautiful girl i've ever-...we've ever laid eyes upon. Why not wait for her to blossom and age beautifully? Then and only then i'll fight you all for her." The men soon frenzied into a screaming battle but made a decision nonetheless. "Fine then. Let nature take its course, until she's 18 then. In the mean time...we all have some training to do." Fokushi stated furiously. "Bear in mind gentlemen, I won't lose."

"Yeah right!" The others teased.

"Kids, i'll let charlotte take over. Sleep and rest for the night. We'll have a long day tomorrow." Before Fokushi followed his buddies, he threw a last nonchalant glance towards Sakura. Sakura sweats-dropped at the sight. Just because she's only 13 doesn't mean that she's clueless about what they were arguing about. For the past millennium, their kind have been nothing but pitiful sex offenders. Not that humans have any say in it. It seems they would love to claim human bodies than their own life mates' bodies. Sakura didn't get it. Why would they be so obsessed towards a human when they have more than a reason to be with a demon? Female demons didn't have a say when it comes to being with the males either. Were their body not warm enough, being the cold-blooded creatures they are? Or was it simply because it'd be more eye-wrenching to be on top of a helpless human being?

Either way Sakura understood where her position lies in terms of the work she'll be doing later in her adult life. Better yet, the torture that befalls her the sooner she becomes what they want her to become.