Sakima's life has just got a whole lot more interesting. What shall she do with her new self?

I Do Not Own Naruto so any terminology or characters used in this story from said anime/manga is not mine!

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"Sakima-sama..."

"Sakima-samaaaaa."

"Sakima-sama!"

Sakima turned abruptly; her long black curly hair smacked the female instructor on the side of her face. The infuriated tutor rubbed her sore cheek as Sakima only smiled innocently back.

"Yugo Sakima pay attention!" She cried before returning to the art of calligraphy and the female letterings.

"Why must I be taught like some noble family's daughter? Am I not the daughter of a shinobi family?" She questioned. And true enough she asked this question daily to her numerous tutors that taught her weekly.

"Sakima-sama it is still important for a girl of such rank to be well acquainted with her studies. You are not an ordinary shinobi family – you are the best in Yugakure." The tutor answered with the upmost snootiness that was required of hired help.

"Yet who have we fought to earn such a prestigious name..." Sakima grumbled under her breath. However she grudgingly continued with her lessons until afternoon where she was free to go outside and sit by her favourite mulberry tree.

As she daydreamed peacefully under the shade of the newly blossoming tree one of her favourite shinobi came by. In fact he was not just her favourite; Sakima fancied her liking him too. He was foul mouthed but honest and did not grace Sakima with pompous courtesies like the others. He was true to her and himself and certainly gave Sakima humorous company.

"Hidan, what brings you here today?"

"To see you my majesty." He replied mockingly and bowed playfully before her.

"So what's up princess?" he asked as usual.

And as usual she replied. "Nothing much."

"I saw your father with another one today. What lips she had! The biggest I've ever seen and she painted them so red that not even the brightest strawberry could compare." Hidan said animatedly.

Sakima only tsked and cried.

"That father of mine has nothing better to do than get drunk and go with a different woman every night!"

Though she said this dramatically they both knew this was true, ever since her father's favourite maid had fled he had never been the same. Her mother spent most of her time at her parents' house so her father was left alone. He was considered a disgrace to the clan and Sakima was now a cursed child. No sons were born so none could possibly save the clans name. The result of this disaster is the Yugo clan pulling out of the shinobi ways.

Sakima was not completely aware of the latter, but Hidan was.

"Life fucking sucks." Sakima spat out.

"You fucking think so?" Hidan said leaning against the tree.

"Yeah I fucking think so." She confirmed.

Hidan always comes to talk with Sakima. However he had something particular to tell her today. Sakima could feel Hidan tensing so she instinctively touched his shoulders. Hidan flinched back and an uncomfortable silence passed between them.

"Sakima...I...well..." Hidan began. Sakima waited for him to speak.

"Sakima you know Yugakure is pulling out of the shinobi business and..."

"It is?" Sakima questioned. She had a feeling something wrong was going on as her shinobi lessons had halted ever since that winter. She was being treated like a nobles daughter and she had all these new tutors...

"Yeah it is – and it bloody sucks. I'm planning to run away from here and I was wondering..."

Hidan paused. Her heart pounded. Beads of sweat started to fall from his face as his heart fluttered.

"I was wondering if you'd like to come with me. Ya know not like we're fucking eloping or anything, just so we leave this fucking place. I know how sick of it you are." Hidan said this in one breath and was quote flustered. This was the most embarrassed Sakima had ever seen him and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Sure."

That night Sakima decided to throw away her family name. She was so glad she had a chance to leave this doll house of hers. No more tutoring, no more kimonos, no more maids. Just her and Hidan exploring this wide world as she always wanted.

She took out a kunai and took one more look at herself in the mirror.

SLICE
SWISH

Off went her hair, the long black locks fell to the floor swiftly. She swung her short her and swung her medium length bangs. She grabbed the bleaching agent she had stolen from one of the maids – who secretly disliked her tanned skinned and religiously bathed in this acidic solution. With this Sakima bleached her front bangs until they turned white and now she looked almost unrecognizable. She ripped her favourite black kimono at the bottom, its golden threads weak to her force. Then finally she took her most prized treasure, her silver sundial. She unhooked the brass key from her necklace and fastened the sundial instead. With some provisions and basic weapons Sakima was gone like the wind.

Little did she know the sight that she would behold as she caught Hidan slaughtering one of their neighbours in front of her.

SPLAT

The blood stained her black kimono and drop hit her face. The look of horror she was wearing did not compare to Hidan's manic one. Once Hidan caught sight of Sakima his expression had changed. He felt ashamed that she had seen him this way.

"Sakima..." he started and walked towards her with his blood splattered hands.

Sakima backed away and she screamed,

"Stay away from me Hidan!"

Hidan was heartbroken. Sakima was in shock. For she knew those souls would haunt her and Hidan was now a murderer. She caught sight of something glistening on his neck, it was a symbol of something occult and she knew where Hidan had gone.

"Hidan, what have you become?" she asked with disbelief.

But that symbol around his neck kept swinging and she couldn't take it anymore.

She ran, she just ran.

Hidan didn't follow her, he couldn't follow her. Instead he dropped on his knees with his hands in his face but he wasn't there for long, as officials were coming and the lights of other houses started turning on. He ran too far from here, far from Yugakure and further away from Sakima.

When Sakima stopped running she could only wonder where she was. The images of a bloody Hidan flickered in her mind and worst of the souls. She didn't want to sleep that night to hear them call her name. Then her words came back, the words of the woman veiled in white.

Kuro Sakima, Kuro is your path

And now she knew what she meant.

Sakima finally knew what she would be called – Kuro Sakima suited her fine. Dark was her heart and dark was her path. No longer shall deaths haunt her again. In her heart she could forgive Hidan but now it seemed too late. Shock had taken over her, emotions had run wild.

'Alone. That suits me just fine.'

For the path she must walk was a lonely one indeed.

What will Sakima do now? Her life has fallen apart in one night what will she make of her new path?

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