Shinobi bullying

Parte 7

"Mom?"

This is what I wanted to say, no, what I wanted to shout when I was confronted with that shocking vision that I could not have imagined, even in the worst of nightmares. My legs and arms began to shake violently, even my body seemed to stop functioning properly, just as my brain struggled to comprehend what my eyes were seeing.

How was that possible? How could my mother be in the living room of the uchiha family at that moment? And most of all, how could she lick Sakura Sama's feet without dignity, without any will to fight, like a loser...just like me? For a moment I couldn't help thinking that it was just a powerful and terrible genjutsu of Sarada, who had decided to torture my mind just as she was doing with my body. But something made me sense that what I was watching in horror and despair was all true, that it was the incredible and perverse reality.

Sarada could not make such a powerful genjutsu, with all those details, and surely my classmate did not know my mother so well to be able to reproduce so perfectly every detail of the person I loved most in the world. But was it really like that? Or was I the one who actually did not know her own mother at all? If what I was seeing was real, how could I claim to know that pathetic four-legged woman who licked Sakura sama's feet like a hungry dog? My mother had certainly never been a very strong woman, she had never been able to get into the ninja academy as she wished, nor was she known for strenuously defending her ideas, often giving in to the demands of her friends or submissively accepting the anguish of the women she worked for, cleaning their houses and often giving up going out with me and running to them as soon as one of those women raised her voice to her. But never did I expect anything like that.

Suddenly I realized that not only it wasn't a genjutsu, but that it wasn't even something new, some punishment the two Uchiha women had devised to punish me. No, that was a "relationship" born before my falling at the feet of my classmate, before my submission to those two goddesses who seemed born to be worshipped and to boss me around.

You may be wondering how I made all this clear in those few moments, with my body increasingly trembling and my mind confused, but not so much to remember certain words I had heard and things I had seen. And so, as I recalled the vision of an old collar and that kennel in which I had spent the night, I realized that I had been right all along, that Sarada had never had a dog...not a real dog, at least. I would have loved to have tried to understand how my mother had ended up in that situation, when and how she had become a servant for the uchiha family just as her own daughter would later do, but my thoughts were interrupted when my classmate elbowed me in the stomach, and only then did I realize that I had stood up in shock.

Not wanting to unleash Sarada's anger I returned to all fours, just like that woman who was attracting my gaze and who kept licking the feet of a person who was superior to her in everything, and who proudly clutched in her hands the black leash that was hooked to the leather collar tight around my mother's neck.

- Hey bitch, did you see who decided to join the party? - Sakura Sama said suddenly, slapping my mother with her left foot.

Only at that moment did the woman I loved most in the world realize my presence in the room and that just like her, I too was on the leash of another person, that like her I was nothing more than property, more of an object or animal than a human being, whose only purpose was to serve her superiors. My mother Akane's eyes filled with tears and our gazes met for an instant that seemed to last an eternity. I had a thousand questions to ask her, I had a thousand stories to tell her, I had a thousand fears that I longed to chase away thanks to a hug from her. But that instant ended all too soon, when Sakura sama brought a foot close to my mother's nose and she seemed to forget everything as soon as she smelled the aroma of her Mistress' sweaty foot. Having become a ravenous animal again, my mother returned to licking Sakura's feet fiercely and seemed to have completely forgotten about me, unfortunately, however, Sarada did not do the same.