DollFace

Chapter Twø

Love, Love, Love

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Because you're just a weak little girl.

Sakura walked silently along the brick road. Her head pounding and her chest tightened, but she knew why anyways. Last night she couldn't sleep, she was afraid.

What if it happened again? It's not like she could stop it.

And think about if they find out? Our little secret, hm? I always wondered what jail would be like for you. Your 'friends' would probably hate-

"Shut up!" She clutched the sides of her head and screamed. Onlookers watched her silently, puzzled by her random action. A laugh echoed throughout her head.

You should know by now,

I always get what I want.

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Kakashi may look like the lazy and chill type that wouldn't give a crap if something happened, but we shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

He was a man of few words. One who liked to stand in the shadows, observing and analyzing. Upon meeting his students he noticed a few things.

Naruto may look like a goofball, but his cleverness when it comes to fights is rather commendable.

Sasuke trains every chance he gets. He's prodigious in his studies and excels especially in ninjutsu.

And then there was Sakura. The fangirl. Gifted with eidectic memory, perfect chakra comtrol but below average chakra. From what he observed, she would give up anything for Sasuke. He noticed that she dieted too, and how she tried to hide her flaws.

But he could still see them all. Each and every single one, was written on her face, as if it wasn't hidden in the first place.

He saw her walking slowly towards the Hokage tower, he saw the frown on her face.

Why?

And then he saw her eyes.

They didn't hold the joy or sadness he was accustomed too, but pure lust.
Bloodlust.

She had the eyes of a madman. Quite contradictory, and very concerning albeit. He furrowed his eyebrows.

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The team was gathered at the entrance of the office. All members were present, except a their silver haired jounin. Twenty minutes later the Copycat arrived with a sheepish look on his face. Naruto and Sakura didn't waste anytime.

"YOU'RE LATE!"

"I am..?"

They stared at him flabbergasted.

"Come in." A gruff voice called from the other side.

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"Mawn this is so boring!" Naruto whined, tossing his dirtied paint brush away. Sasuke nodded. "For once, I agree with you."

They were given the task to paint a civilian's home. The old man was bedridden, unable to complete the task himself.

"Teme!" Naruto yelled.

"Dobe." He countered back.

"Teme!"

"Dobe."

"Teme!"

"Dobe."

"Te-"

"FOCUS!" Sakura yelled, punching the boy in the gut. Naruto groaned, clutching his abdomen in pain.

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Sakura came home late that night.

"Where were you?!" Her mother yelled.

"With my team." She replied flatly.

Mebuki snatched a handful of her pink locks. Sakura yelped as she tugged even harder, nails digging into her scalp, a few strands coming lose. Her mom leaned into her ear and whispered softly.

"You weren't at some boy's house were you?" By now fresh tears were falling from the pinkette's face.

"N...no..."

Mebuki's eye glinted dangerously as she snarled.

"Liar."
Oh the irony..

With that she dragged the pinkette towards her room, with cries of agony from Sakura, she paid no mind.

Tossing the child in, she glared at her.

"Take off your clothes." She commanded.

Sakura abided without question.
This was normal..

There, the little girl stood before her mother. The cold nipping at her bare skin, she looked up. She was tired.

Let me help.

Leave us.

Her mother raised a bucket above her, before tipping it. The ice bruised her skin, the cold water making her shiver. She bit down on her lip, face twisted in anguish as she whimpered. The older woman raised her hand high, Sakura flinched.

Danger.

This was your choice, remember?

The voice cackled. The leather made contact with her skin, ripping it. Sakura let out a scream, her eyes watery.

"I'm... I'm sorry mama," she choked out, her body shaking, "I'm-"

Another lash. She screamed.

Another.

The pain was unbearable, she clutched her hair, pulling harshly.

Another lash.

She spat out blood.

Another.

She couldn't feel anymore. Her throat was hoarse from screaming. Her back ached, her muscles were sore.

She was tired.

And by the sixth lash, she collapsed.

Good thing her mother placed silencing seals around.

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Sakura knew for a long time.

Mebuki_and her husband _Kizashi were heading out to work.

That her parents didn't love each other.

"I love you." He turned and gave her a small peck on the lips.

They never loved each other.

They were only together because of her.

"OH MY GOD SAKURA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Mebuki ran out and stared at her 5 year old daughter.

Sakura looked up at her mother, smiling. Her skin was covered with dried blood. A dead dog was laying before her with stab wounds all over the stomach. And she smelled gross.

"Doesn't it look pretty, Mommy?"

"Inner and I made it!"

You're disgusted of me, aren't you?

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"Smile, because this world holds no more dreams."
-Anonymous

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To be continued~