Sakura was four.
In a normal world, she'd be a happy little girl, with no worries. She'd have two doting parents. She'd play outside all day with her peers. She'd be an innocent child who sees the world through a rose tinted lens.
The world Sakura lived in was anything but normal.
She lived in a world where orphans were lonely, where Tailed Beasts were sealed into little kids, where kids partake in war and actively learned to kill people. How can a world like that be considered normal?
Yet, to Sakura and countless other people, this was the norm. The world was meant to be ruthless. To be imperfect.
Even Yugakure, a village which was supposed to convert into a peaceful place, was imperfect. Only the village wasn't blunt about it. Yugakure was more of a subtle kind of imperfect. Instead of running around killing people or supporting child killers, the villagers walked around carrying fake smiles and hiding their real selves behind faux politeness.
Sakura didn't need to see them drop their masks. She could just feel how nasty the people around her was. They all had a dirty lime green color to them, a color which Sakura associates with the word insincere, which to her basically meant fake. She's always been able to see these colors, ever since she could remember. And everyone around her had a varierity of green, which meant different things depending on the shade, but most of the time it was lime green.
Even her own parents were surrounded in green.
Her father, Kizashi Haruno, had a dark green color. Pretty to look at, but enough to tell Sakura that her father wasn't a saint. Dark green meant greed after all. Which explained why her father was a workaholic obsessed with money.
Her mother, Mebuki Haruno, had a fiery red color. Beautiful, but it told her that her mother was constantly feeling lustful. Fiery red meant lust. And her mother had a habit of inviting strange men over when her father was gone, not that Mebuki made it hard to notice. (Sakura wasn't sure if her father knew or not, but she definitely didn't want to be part of her mother's affairs.)
Sakura herself had no color.
She never thought much about it. She waved it off as her not being able to see her own color since she could feel other people's. A price for her strange ability. Based on her personality, she found that maybe she was green too. She did act cheerful around people. Yet, at the same time she didn't think it was all an act. She did genuinely want to be cheerful, but she just wasn't. She wasn't capable to be genuinely cheerful.
Because there would always be a cynical part of her she would try to hide. The part of her that simply couldn't bring herself to care about society or its standards. The part of her that couldn't feel any empathy to other people and their feelings. The part of her that would lie straight through her teeth to get what she wants. More importantly, the part of her that simply couldn't care about her own parents.
In all honesty, she knew she should feel guilty for the last part. But she wasn't and that part she knew was wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong with society's standards. Yet she still couldn't bring herself to care.
Did that make her crazy?
In a normal world, she'd be crazy.
But...
The world wasn't exactly normal, was it?
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Sakura gazed at the people in surrounding her as she walked through her village. She closed her eyes, the opened them again. Her vision morphed into different shades of green.
Colors, despite whether or not they meant something positive or negative, were breathtaking to Sakura. The way all the green mixed, creating new shades, the way the colors simply flowed around the villagers, everything about it was beautiful in Sakura's opinion. Green was her favorite color after all, purely because it was the same color as her eyes.
The one feature about herself that she considered beautiful.
She sighed contently as she continued walking.
Lime green.
Light green.
Forest green.
Dark green.
White.
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.
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White?
Sakura paused.
Never has she ever seen nor felt a white aura. She could feel her heart speeding up due to mixed emotions. Excitement, fear, and a sense of curiosity washed over her as her green eyes darted around trying to locate the mysterious person.
White felt like purity, Sakura immediately deduced.
She highly doubted that there could ever be something pure in the world she lived in. But, here she was, feeling a pure aura.
She just had to find this person.
0_0
Sakura found the scene in front of her absolutely out of the norm.
Her eyes observed the back of a boy, who appeared a few years older than her, give or take maybe six? Maybe more. She wasn't sure due to the boy's grey hair. Grey hair, she repeated in her head. Then again she wasn't one to judge considering she had pink hair.
Anyway.
The boy was arguing with an old man, apparently the old man was trying to lecture the boy about something.
"Shut up, you cocksucking geezer! You were the one too fucking blind to see that you were in my fucking way!"
Sakura blinked at the boy's rather...unfiltered mouth, yet she could feel herself flushing at the dirty words. They just sounded so scandilicious to her ears, yet she enjoyed hearing them. Aside from the (strange) pleasure she found in the boy's words, she was also impressed.
Usually, everyone around her was too fake to get into an argument. They would just pretend to be ashamed and apologize. This boy, however, was practically defying the norm. And that impressed her.
The old man gasped. "You, you, naughty brat!"
Sakura almost rolled her eyes at the comeback as the boy loudly scoffed.
"Fuck off." He said as he walked away.
Sakura stared at his back.
Her eyes drawn to the white aura surrounding the boy.
'How can he be pure?' She wondered.
But one thing was for certain. She was fascinated.
Without even thinking about it, her feet moved to follow the boy.
0_0
His name was Hidan.
He was an orphan from the Fire temple, before they kicked him out.
He lived by himself.
He was going to become a ninja soon.
He loved swearing.
He had beautiful eyes.
He was becoming an unhealthy obsession.