Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Sakura panted underneath the heat of the sun, trying to cover up every inch of pale skin with the dirty, sweaty clothes she'd managed to sneak out of the communal baths.
It is too hot for someone like her to be outside.
"Animal." She hears someone whisper at her.
She turns.
A man, tall, black eyes.
Vicious hatred spews in his face, his jaw harsh and cruel, ready to pick her apart.
Sakura snarls, making sure he catches sight of the sharp, pointy teeth she'd filed down into needles.
He blanches and then turns away, his fists clenching.
Sakura doesn't look back as she scurries away.
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