The Hatake Siblings [SasuSakuNaru]

01 | Sakura Haruno

A child that is ignorant of the world with no care for right or wrong is one of the most greatest gifts. Because ignorance and naivety was naught but a bliss.

But the same can't be said for a girl like Haruno Sakura, who was exposed to sin since the day she was born in a world of poverty.

She grew up without knowing her parents and was thrown to a world of sins, where man and woman run away from their homes and copulate with strangers under the roof of her aunt's inn.

But the more Sakura grew, the more she learned the truth of the world she lived. A whorehouse, they called it. The roof she lived was no inn. Girls her age weren't supposed to see a woman shaking on a mans lap, or a man slapping a woman's bum, or even man and man, woman and woman, going at it right on the mat.

If she had not been taken away from that place, Sakura would have considered her past as nothing out of the ordinary.

She used to think that the rotten smell of wood, the sound of the rat in the corner, and the pain of being whipped against her skin, every scar and every bruise, were meant to be.

Sakura could barely remember the night she was saved from hell. She was still such a young child back then and when she tried thinking back to that very night, all the memories were a fragmented blur. The only thing she could clearly remember in a room of darkness was the face of her savior, a man who kicked through those damn doors as if he owned the rotten place as he her away from hell. Everything after that were all the better memories.

Like the first time she gawked at herself after seeing herself in a dress in the mirror, the feeling of silken sheets under her fingers, the warm sensations of a nice hot bath, and the satisfying feeling of a full stomach for the first time ever.

She was a spoiled princess from then on. Sakura chuckled herself at the thought. Indeed, she was. She was a spoiled princess. Maybe even too spoiled for her own damn good.

A frown curled in her lips. Sakura closed the book on her lap and stood up from her chair, walking to her closet doors and disappearing inside her wardrobe. The windows were open in the room and the wind invited themselves in, along with the soft glow of the moon light that once again shined upon Sakura's appearing figure with a belt in her hand.

The night skies watch through the open window as the pink haired lady crouched down on her knees on the carpet and loosen the laces of her nightdress, just enough to expose her bare back. She gripped the belt tighter and started whipping her exposed skin.

She whimpered, she groaned. She tried to hold every cry back with every whip by biting her lips until they bled. With every whip she lost herself in the past. Back to the smell of rotten wood, the sound of the rats lurking in the corners, the pain, oh the pain, and the--

"Sakura!"

"Lady Sakura!"

Before she knew it, she was tackled to the ground and the whip taken from her grip. Sakura screamed at the maid holding her down, pushing and shoving all the sudden extra hands that appeared to help her. Screaming and crying to let her go.

"— off me! Get off me!"

It was only then did the master of the house finally arrived in the room, his night robe left untied from the rush.