Hey guys! This is my new story! It should be different than my other ones because I'm actually going to try to make it serious! Yeah, I know it's probably going to end horribly but a girl can try, right? Please read and review and tell me if you want me to keep it going!
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The waiting room was sterile and white and smelled too strongly of disinfectant. The only break in the monotonous landscape was a tiny child bouncing excitedly on a tall chair. Her pink hair was up in a bun with pieces faming her face and her green eyes were shining with some hidden secret as they shot around the room, a grin on her face. She looked like a pristine little doll sitting there. The white summer dress with cherry blossoms was balled up tightly in her fists as she stood, bored of waiting patiently.
She skipped over to the door that had faint conversation coming from behind it and reached up, grabbing the door knob, intent on disrupting the meeting. It swung open abruptly though before she could open it and she moved out of the way of the older man and his son as they strode out of the room. Her eyes locked with the boy's and she smiled widely at him. His brown eyes stared straight through her and he scowled before walking away quickly. Her smile only widened into something a little more amused and wild. She took a step towards his retreating back but stopped suddenly and turned around at her name being called. Slipping into the room she tackled the lady in the big chair behind the desk and hugged her tightly. "Tsunade-baachan!" Her voice was high and sweet and the childish lilt made her charming. The blonde haired woman smiled and hugged the child back, a sad look to her eyes. "It's good to see you again Sakura-chan. How have you been?" Sakura bounced excitedly on Tsunade's lap. "Good! Mr. Iruka's been teaching me how to do my maths. He says I'm really good at it!" Tsunade smiled indulgently and stilled the girl from her movement. "Sakura, have you been okay? Has the accident been bothering you at all?" The little girl tilted her head still smiling radiantly. "What accident? You mean when I broke my wrist on the monkeybars? That was years ago, of course I'm okay!" Sakura lifted her right wrist and rolled it to show that is was perfectly fine. Tsunade sighed, her face growing is how it had been every visit for the past couple weeks. "No, I'm not talking about that. I mean the fire, remember? The one that killed Okaa-san and Otou-san?" Sakura jumped off of her grandmother's lap and started to draw on the calendar that was on her desk. "Iruka-sensei says I'm not allowed to play with the fire in the fireplace. I don't know why. It's so pretty." Tsunade turned the little girl around and looked seriously into her bright green eyes. "Sakura, do you remember your parents, Kizashi and Mebuki?" Sakura's green eyes were wide with confusion. "Who are they?" Tsunade gripped the girl's shoulders harder, not noticing the pen being gripped roughly behind the child's back. She sighed once again roughly and leaned back, letting the girl go.
Her grip on the pen loosened and she turned around with a smile, resuming her drawing. "Mr. Iruka says I can get a hamster if I'm good for the rest of the week." Tsunade nodded and pulled out a notepad from her pocket. "Mr. Iruka called me this morning. He has to go out of town for work so you'll need to stay with me for a while at the children's house. Is that okay?" The little girl stilled for a second, her gaze hardening before she turned around beaming at her grandma. "I would love to stay with baachan, but what about Mr. Fluffy-Kinz? He would be dreadfully lonely if I left him." Tsunade smiled kindly. "Of course you can bring your doll too. Now I have an appointment in a minute so can you go wait outside again? I promise I won't be too long and then we can go pick up your stuff from Mr. Iruka's, Okay?" Sakura nodded, grinning and skipped out of the room.
The door shut loudly behind her and Sakura's smile dropped abruptly, her eyelids dropping to cover most of her eyes in boredom. She looked down at the piece of paper that was clutched in her hand and couldn't stop the smirk from curling across her lips. It was the calendar she had been drawing on. The black lines curled across the paper forming the drawing of a dainty little picketed house bathed in flames and a little girl smiling up at it like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. She heard footsteps and she shoved the paper in a pocket and smiled widely up at the lady who squealed at her and told her she was absolutely adorable.
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So there you have it! If you like it review and tell me if you want me to keep it going! Thanks, love you guys! ~Jade