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I forgot to mention it last time, but I think you already know that I sadly don't own Naruto, because if I did, Sakura would be one of a hell kunoichi…and probably in Akatsuki, but anyway…hope you enjoy the chapter and please leave behind a review!
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Sakura hardly ever left the Haruno compound in her 4 years of living on this earth. But that didn't hinder her in the slightest. She had children to play with, people to watch the clouds with, the" elders" to tell her many stories and a loving family who was always there for her. She always had people around her that took care of her and would look out that nothing was amiss.
She saw the love in her family members' eyes while they talked to each other, talked to her. Sakura saw how much they care for each other in the way they acted around the other members of the family, whatever branch it was, main branch or not.
But what she didn't see was the terror in the family's eyes that reflected itself in her deep green eyes, as she looked up to them. She didn't notice the nervous glances at her ring finger, where a birthmark sat, looking exactly like a ring. She also didn't take notice of how she never got hurt, not once in her, so far, short life.
On the other hand, how could she possible know what the birthmark round her finger meant. That it wasn't just skin a few shades darker than her normal, porcelain like, skin-color. That it was a promise. A promise that death is awaiting her. She didn't figure out, that her so-called birthmark was sealing her fate, and also, that the "incident" that Sakura will happened to see was solely indicated by the birthmark that cursed the family.
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1 year later, the incident, Sakura is 5 years old, the Haruno compound
Dim, deep green eyes stared at Sakura as she stood before her mother-like figure. Ayame, being 21 years older than Sakura had reached the age of 26 not a few weeks ago.
Sakura remembered the necklace that hung around Ayame's neck, as it was the one she gave to her on her birthday. It was made out of thin strings, that came together at the front ,where a light pink, clear stone sat, which was right now not its usual pink, but it reflected the red flames that didn't care to extinguish as they danced around the young woman's body.
In Ayame's eyes, an emotion that Sakura never had seen before in those orbs, shone, and gave the surrounding members of the clan goose bumps.
Love and care were the emotions that Sakura normally red in those eyes, which she got to know so well, having spent a lot of time with Ayame. But those times were over.
Gone was the Ayame that everybody loved and envied for her beauty. Gone were the times that Sakura spent with her in Ayame's room, brushing though Ayame's knee-long, silver-pink hair, a pretty unusual trait of the Haruno clan. The Ayame that now kneeled in front of Sakura wasn't anything like that.
Before her stood a woman, whose eyes displayed insanity and longing. That Ayame longed for release was something Sakura didn't know. Release as in death, far away from the blood-lusty ideas Ayame's Inner tried to influence her with.
Away from the ring-look-a-like birthmark on her left ring finger , with had crawled its way up her arm, over her shoulder and collarbone, in form of swirls of lines and flowers of irises as the most beautiful and largest of all the flower heads rested upon Ayame's chest, where her heart was.
So here Ayame kneeled, in the middle of the Haruno compound, where all the roads that run through the compound ran together. Under her, numbers and numbers of dry branches that cracked in the fire, paper that dissolved into thin air with each passing second. The stench of burnt hair and skin was in the air and brought tears to Sakura's eyes.
And Ayame…she burnt.
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~Little-bad-Angel