06 • Oldies but good- nope, just old

I ask for one thing, one thing only. And that's for this motherfucker to have died. But of fucking course not. Instead the asshole is back within the same fucking day and alive. Is it too much to ask for one life to be severed? Apparently fucking so. At least now I can be sure he dies by my hands.

I stayed where I stood, glaring at the man that just walked in (I swear there wasn't a door before! I fucking kicked it down!). He blinked carefully, his body stilled for a second. If we weren't in the Hokage's Office I'm sure he would've glared at me and reach for a strike. Instead, we are in the Hokage's Office with the Old Man himself. Instead, he lifted his hands up in an over enthusiastic clap. His eyes closed in a smile.

I saw the hatred, of course, before he closed his eyes. I saw the twitch in his hands. I wonder how much restraint he would have if I was any closer. A curious question.

"Princess! What are you doing here?" Kizashi asks, ignoring my earlier statement of his death.

"Oh jump off the Hokage Monument and die already!" I sneer.

He opens his eyes and looks dejected. Looks like he doesn't know what's wrong and it's fucking disgusting. He thinks acting like a helpless single parent is going to help him and gain what? Some demented form of forgiveness? This isn't a fucking fantasy. He didn't go out on a fucking journey and learn his wrongs.

We stare at each other for a long time. Him looking like a fucking idiot and me glaring. Neither look away. It'd be a show of submission and weakness. This bitch submits to no one and I'm not some weak motherfucker. I'd sooner kill myself then let this asshole see me as weak. After all, I will be the one to kill him.

There's a cough and he looks up. Seems the old man has had enough of the stare down. I glance behind me at him only to curl my lips in disgust. Gone with his tolerating grandfather expression, he now wears the expression of a friend. How can anyone be friends with Kizashi? Friends of the asshole can go jump off the cliff with him and die as well. Grandfather figure to little blonde or not. Hero or not.

I ignore whatever shit spills from Kizashi's mouth as he talks with Hiruzen. Their conversation in all honesty doesn't concern me, so why should I care? If anything the asshole is just kissing up to his boss. Which is stupid, if there's anything I've learned in all my years of working with mobs it's this: you have a problem?, fix it yourself because no one gonna do that shit for you, especially not your boss — why would they care?, as long as you do your work you're not dead!, it's a fucking honor so don't start pull and dumping shit on them.

It was kill or be killed. You were either strong or you were weak. Here? It's the same thing just more literal, a lot more literal.

Besides, are there even laws here against child abuse? What would the Hokage, an old man that doesn't even fucking know me, do? Why should he feel any sort of sympathy or pity for me (not that I want it, people can shove that shit down their throat)? Why would he throw a perfectly good, functioning, soldier to the cells just because of a child? He wouldn't because the village needs all the ninja they can get since the demon kitty attack three years ago. You'd have to be stupid not to know the village lost hundreds (maybe even thousands!) of ninja and civilians (they aren't that important actually so let's forget them).

And even if the old man did do something about it, it's just mean I wouldn't be able to kill Kizashi.

"— report tomorrow. I'm sure you want to go home with your daughter," I hear Hiruzen say once I come back to focus.

And let me just say, "Oh fuck no." The two men look in my direction in confusion. Ah, right. They don't know English here. It's a good thing since they dismiss my behavior to return to their conversation. I take this time to look around. I can't just go out the front the door because that means passing Kizashi, giving the asshole a perfect shot to catch me.

I'm not about to go back to the house with the fucker. I've finally been let out! Why the fuck would I want to go back? This could possibly be my only chance. What to do?

Turning to look back at the two men, I realize that there's still little blonde to worry about. Like fuck I'm leaving him here with them. Hiruzen is still a stranger and I'm the one that brought the boy here. And no way in the seven hells am I leaving him with Kizashi. I'll die before letting that happen.

I stare as little blonde stays close to Hiruzen and behind the desk. With a glance, I know that the asshole hasn't seen him yet. Fuck. Ugh. Why is everything so complicated? Can't I just jump out the window and fall to my death?

Holy fucking shit, yes I can!

There's the large window behind the desk, overlooking the village. And we're currently like on the fifth floor or some shit (too many rooms and levels to keep count). By jumping out the window, the attention stays on me. And I have an escape, little blonde will have an escape.

But I'm three. Will my body be strong enough to break the window? Shit, I hope so. It'd be embarrassing to jump, body slam the window, and bounce back.

Only one way to find out I guess. And that's by running and jumping. No one payed any attention to me.

"Adios motherfuckers!" I yell as I push all my body weight against the window. Oh so now they pay attention, just because the window shattered and I flicked them both off with both hands.

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My adventure of free falling is short lived. Apparently the Hokage wasn't going to have a child die while he was around. Shame that Kizashi tortures me in the basement. ANBUs can't reach me in the basement but they sure as hell can catch me out of the air.

I'm currently being yelled at which is fucking stupid. I knew perfectly what the fuck I was doing. They make it seem like I'm a retard. I glare at the old coot as he stares at me with hard eyes. I completely ignore Kizashi's theatrics (is this asshole crying? What the literal fuck, that's so fucking overboard).

I'm sitting on the floor with my legs crossed. The ANBU that caught be stands close behind me. Kizashi is too the side. Hiruzen in front of me. And little blonde is peeking out from the desk with wide eyes and holy shit is he going to cry to?

Why is everyone just crying now? All I did was almost commit suicide. Not that big of a deal since it's well, me. There be people killing themselves like every minute around the world from before. That was a big deal. But me doing it certainly isn't. Surely they have people commit suicide here too right? Didn't Kakashi's father do that? But wasn't that because of some sort of code? Some shit about honor and swords or something.

"Look," I say cutting off the bullshit coming from Kizashi, "I get it. My absence would have been oh so fucking devastating. It would be a shame to punish this land by dying. Oh how could I have done that?" Can you say sarcasm and ego much? I roll my eyes at them. This is so stupid.

Old Coot leans forward and rests his elbows on the desk. He doesn't let up the stern expression. Calmly, he says, "Language young lady."

"Sleeping robes old man," I was quick to retort. I'm so done with this shit. I stand up and stretch. "If we're done here, I'll just go find me a nice cliff to jump off of. Or maybe I can find me an empty glass bottle to break and use the glass shards to have me bleed to death. I think a kitchen knife would work best though. Or hey! I can hang myself from the nose of one the Hokage's carved faces. That'd be really funny." Oh so now he looks concerned. Fucking choose how you feel already!

I huff when he just turns to address Kizashi. So I turn to address his ANBU. Tugging on the pant leg, the guy (pretty sure it's a guy because they don't have breasts) tilts his head in my direction and acknowledgement. I wave him down and with only a second hesitation he crouches to my level.

"Fuck you," I hiss. If this person was any lesser man, I'm sure he would have flinched. "How fucking dare you ruin my only chance of escape." This is just fucking perfect! Now I'm for sure going back to the house with the asshole and hell, I'd even say an ANBU will be tasked to make sure I make it back 'safely'. Safety my ass!

I turn away from the masked figure to see Kizashi waiting by the door. He beckons me over. I glare but with a look around, there's no way out but with him. Those stupid ass gods, fuck them!

Once I'm within reach, he clamps his hand on my shoulder. He guides me out into the hall, looking like a very concerned man. Fuck. His acting is good. Doesn't mean I'm fooled though. Besides, we're still within the old man's sights and he's like...a super ninja or some shit. Not like acting is going to work on him.

I glance over my shoulder to see little blonde looking lost, scared, and confused. I grimace because fuck, I was the one to bring him here and now I'm just leaving him. If I didn't care about giving him away, I would've shouted a reassurance to the poor tyke.

Then I look at the old man.

The door closes and I'm shoved forward. Kizashi the ass is waiting for me to continue walking. I flick him off, "Don't fucking touch me you bastard." I wish I had a kitchen knife to gut the man. Then I take his intestines and choke him with it.

As I walk out of tower, glaring at anyone and everyone, I can only think one thing really. It's stupid. What did I fucking expect? I shouldn't even dwell on the matter. Not like I haven't dealt with this shit before.

After all, adults are blind old bats.

ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

Being thrown down wooden and splintering stairs isn't fun. Neither is being kicked into the wall once you've stopped rolling.

"You disgraceful, useless, little-"

"I'm three! The fuck you'd expect? For me to be six feet tall?" I wheeze out as I get on my knees. My eyes have already started to water and I blink the tears back. Like fuck I was going to cry. Stupid child body and stupid child body functions. This is my body and I wasn't going to cry.

Kizashi stomps on my back, pushing me back down to the floor. I can feel the crack of my jaw as my face smacks the floor. I don't make a sound as he continues to stomp me into the ground.

"You need to learn to respect your elders!" He shouts, pressing the heel of his shoe into my back, putting pressure on my ribs.

"My elders should be six feet under!" I scream at him. If you've died once, you've died a thousands times. Not my fault my self-preservation was thrown out the window the moment I was born. And really, it's just a sign that the gods really want to talk with me again. And I do as well. I have some choice words for those fuckers.

"You mean just like my wife?" He asks calmly, pausing in his motions. I can only look up for two seconds before I'm kicked in the face. Apparently, Mebuki isn't my mother anymore? Fuck if I know what delusions this bastard has.

And that kick really fucked me up. My vision was dazed and dizzy. I could feel the drip of blood down the side of my face. The painful throbbing coming from the left side of my head. I couldn't tell how much time passed after that. I could hardly count the number of blows I was dealt.

With my fucking blood dripping in my eyes, I guess adults aren't the only blind ones. Karma is a bitch that works fast.

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I can hear different voices, well more like two. Ugh, what the fuck happened? Right, I was being beaten then I..passed out? That shit has never happened before. Then again, this would be the first Kizashi has given me any sort of head tramua.

"—passed out—"

"—trauma in—"

"Kicked...wall..."

I could only catch a word or two before, now the words are just too faded to recognize. Ugh. Where the hell am I? It's dark as fuck, I can't see in front of me. Probably because I'm blindfolded. Great. I can't move my hands or feet being tied up and all. The floor is cold, concrete. The air is stale, dusty.

This isn't the basement. This is a fucking underground tunnel. I just fucking know it is. I've been underground enough times before to recognize rooms by just the feel of the floor and the air. And this is most definitely some sort of tunnel shit. Let me guess, I'm being fed to the rats?

"It seems she's awake," a gravely voice announces.

Someone pulls on my hair, making me sit on my knees. I wince at the pain. I just know it's the fucker, the asshole doesn't pass up on a chance to hurt me. Next think I know, the blindfold is ripped away and my vision is absolutely crap.

"Haruno Sakura," the same graveling voice addresses. I don't answer them, choosing to ignore them as they go on some tangent over something. They sound really proud too.

My vision finally clears up. I blame the blood loss for the words that spill out once I see who's talking.

"Didn't think I'd meet any mummies," at least not in this life, "and I was right!" Everything is quiet while I'm being glared at. "All old people are blind!" I'm promptly smacked in the back of my head with enough force to make me kiss the cement and nap.

The fucker. I couldn't even see who it was that did it either! At least let me see the person I'm cussing out! By default I'll just make that person be Kizashi.

The motherfucker.

. A/N .

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The last part of this chapter was not planned btw. I was gonna have it happen like...later. But it fit with the title so eh.

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