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She'd never understand the rationality behind any of her rationales. Why she did what she did, why she does what she does, why her of all people. She couldn't even fathom this . There had to be a loophole in all this madness. She sighed. In a number of hours, she would pack up and go home as promised. Things would be left the way it is. She would return to her old life. She could no longer picture what that would be like. Once she gets back home.. There will be demons. Black residue that will plague her for years to come. These demons will accumulate, as they are now, multiplying tenfold. Starting with that disgusting man. Yet it frightened her even more to now know that she wouldn't be the only one with the stake in her heart. XThe world was spinning backwards, a dull grey blur. She felt submerged in a never- ending concrete tunnel. At the same time, she felt like she was drowning every time she took a puff of air into her lungs. Sometime after she left the mansion, the rain came down like a freezing shower on full blast. Her escape was abrupt, forcing her to endure the ice against her skin in a T- shirt and sweatpants. Nothing made a difference to her anyway.. After all these years, she never thought she'd have to come back. Inside the archway of a massive tree trunk, Haruno withdrew her key from the ignition and dismounted. Her destination was still a little ways away, but she always walked. It was her sacred place, and she felt it shouldn't be touched by foreign soil. She breathed in the fresh forest air and stared up at the thick foliage above. The sky was speckled within the shadows, but the rain managed to seep in ever so slightly. The sound of her running footsteps were deafening to her ears as they pounded the forest floor. Finally, with her breath coming short and quick, she broke through the maze of trees and into the glade. The rain was ruthless, and casted great shadows across the field, but she saw it. Years ago, this was the one sanctuary she allowed herself. Her heartbeat slowed as she waded through the tall lush grass towards the other end. After all this time, she couldn't believe it was still here. But there it was, right before her eyes, the garden of flowers she planted over time. The garden that offered her the serenity she needed. She knelt down and softly held a rose petal. This was the only rose bush in the glade, her marker. Not only that, it was special. The pigment of this bush was abnormal. The flowers, blooming as brilliantly as ever, were blue, a soft to hard gradient, like skies to sapphires. Hit by a wave of nostalgia, a single word wormed its way into her thoughts. Hinata. The shy, petite girl had all but slipped her mind these past few days. The last time she'd seen her.. Ino. That was the first time her facade crossed the line. Off to the side were a patch of cleomes, spider flowers. They were Hanabi's favourite flowers, she remembered. Hinata loved her little sister, and reminded her of the fact every second she could. Again, she shook her head. These brought on the same memories. Her garden wasn't much of a garden anymore, as it soon became obvious. Most of it consisted of Queen Anne's lace, which overpopulated enough to take over the rest. Her favourite part of the garden was a row of western bleeding hearts further into the wood. She recognized the toxic leaves, and felt relieved to know they still stood tall like a rank of soldiers. They weren't due to bloom until spring, and, keeping the fact in mind, she made a mental note to check back then. Staring across, the expansive stretch of white reached further than she remembered. Haruno let herself fall onto her back to be engulfed by the little flowers. The rain pelted her face and, for the first time in a long time, she was at peace again. The minute her eyes closed, her thoughts stirred up again. She pictured Ino's face, just before she ran away. Her wide blue eyes, mixed in with fear and confusion, which wanted so much to believe it wasn't true. Her lips parted, unsure what to say. Her frozen limbs, unsure what to do. Sakura expected worse. Finally, she thought, her eyes slowly opening to watch the rain come down on her. I'll be able to move on now. I've got her attention. Temari's leaving me without the answer. When she closed her eyes again, her memories played back like a film. She was eleven years old again, standing outside of Tsunade's house the day the slivers of her shattered world were gone forever. She gripped the handle of her suitcase hard, still unable to process the news. The person who spoke earlier threw her hands up in exasperation. She had very long blonde hair, and wore an uncomfortable looking suit. Sakura decided that she must be a very important person after all. She always thought she was loud and mean, but she was Daddy's friend. Mommy and Daddy were both teachers, so Tsunade must be a teacher too. They didn't have any other friends that Sakura knew of that weren't teachers. Just tell me the truth. I want to know what happened. She knew she had to find out eventually. It wasn't a big mystery, but what if she can't handle the truth? Yet something inside her told her it wouldn't be right to censor the eleven- year- old from a truth she deserved to know. Someone sped a red light and caught them at the intersection. Her eyes immediately cast downwards at her new sneakers. If she was surprise, she didn't show it. The only emotion visible on her round face was a subtle grief. A silent trail of tears sparkled under the afternoon sun for the first time that day. Unable to find the words good enough to face this child, Tsunade nodded and prayed she would be able to provide something for Sakura. Something wonderful.. XThat year, her last year of elementary school, was a blur. The same school she'd attended before her parents' death became like a prison for her. Her friends left her and her world became devoid of laughter. She walked through the year like a zombie. She picked up all her lessons on automatic, spending all her days pondering instead. Living with Tsunade had done nothing to warm her heart. Her guardian was a busy woman, and would never be accustomed to having to mother a child. Somehow, at such a young age, Sakura understood that. Unknown to everyone around her, she spent some nights crying softly in her room, huddled under her blankets in the thick darkness. They never had to know, she decided, because their sympathy hurt her more. She remembered the first few weeks of her parents' news. Strange hands and alien faces inspected her like a new specimen, petting her and squeezing her in their arms with their cooing words. The more they touched her, the more it became apparent to Sakura that she was alone. The more they looked at her with those pitying eyes the more lost she felt. She felt like a sore thumb in her class, reading a novel in the back corner of the room. Everywhere she looked, students were in groups of at least two. Most of them, she knew, had attended elementary school together. Sakura didn't know anyone. Tsunade had to relocate the year after she finished elementary school. Everything was new to her, which did nothing but add to her desolation. There was a small part that didn't mind, but most of her wanted to be a kid like everyone else. Hang out, watch movies, talk about boys, isn't that what twelve- year- olds do? One day change finally came. She was a small girl, smaller than her, and very pale. Her cheeks were flushed, as if it had taken every fibre of her body to work up the courage to say hello. Sakura nodded in acknowledgement, sure that would be enough to scare her away. Yet, despite her fragile appearance, she persisted. She knew this girl won't stay much longer. Sakura looked up to see a bubbly blonde waving a magazine in their direction. She was surrounded by a circle of the prettiest girls in the class. But one look around the room and it became apparent to Sakura that she was the prettiest of them all. Blonde hair, blue eyes, she was every boy's dream and every girl's envy. Bring your new friend! Sakura shook her head. Hinata smiled and left, just as Sakura expected her to. Sakura stared at the girl's retreating back blankly and slowly turned back to her book. She was completely oblivious to the curious, probing eyes of another blue- eyed blonde two seats away from her. The bell rang and the students scrambled to find the perfect seats before the teacher marked down a seating chart. Beside her, the curious blue- eyed blonde kicked away a nervous boy and grabbed the seat beside Sakura. She didn't even look up. And you are very fascinating! Sakura stared at him, wondering who taught him such a fancy word, and ignored him. Sakura shook her head. She had a feeling that he would tell her anyway. You rejected an invitation from Yamanaka Ino! Fortunately for her, the teacher came in and began roll call without delay. Hey, hey do you want to know a secret?! I haven't told anyone else yet! And I think you'd understand the most. He moved in close to her and cupped a hand over her ear. With a smile on his face, he drawled, . Are you purposely wasting my time?
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