"Mama who is she?"

"Don't stare honey"

"She's a freak"

"Monster"

"Worthless"

"I'm afraid"

"Go away!"

"Ahhhh!"

People were whispering and talking along as a little girl was making her way home.

She was pale as snow. Wearing old and ripped clothes. She had a blank stare. Her eyes were lifeless. Maybe about five or four years old. But what made her stand out was her short pale cheery blossom hair.

She made no eye contact with anybody.

It was a regular day for her. She knew people were talking about her. She knew people were watching her. She knew people were waiting for her to do something wrong. She knew they were waiting for her to die. She didn't care.

As much as she wanted to die. She couldn't. She had to find her parents. Her family. If she did have any left anyways.

Minutes later she arrived home. She opened the door with the key she had in he pocket.

Her home was a old house. Some windows were broken. The halls had cracks in them. There were buckets full of water and the fridge had only small amounts of food.

She set the key in a old wooden table.

She walked down a hall.

Each steep echoed.

She looked at everything. Making everything was in order. She knew the hokage sended anbus to look in her house to find anything to prove her evil or if she was insane. She herself was anbu. But the anbu thought that just because she was four, young, and probably stupid that she wouldn't notice.

They were the stupid ones.

She knew a, b , and c techniques.

She had high chakra levels.

She just needed to become a bit stronger to be in the same level of the hokage. He didn't know that. No one did.

She opened to a old door. The paint slowly peeling away.

It was her room.

Her room was painted a bloody red. But also peeling away. Her bed was a single size. A green thin blanket was placed there. And a single black pillow. There was a wood table next to her bed. A crack mirror in the middle of her room. And a small drawer next to the door.

She touched the cracked mirror. She looked at it. She focused in her reflection. She looked at her green lifeless eyes. Her pale hair. Her snow colored skin.

Am I a monster? She thought.

Is that why mama and papa left me alone? She asked herself.

Tear were forming in her eyes.

NO! She yelled in her mind.

They do care for me. I just have to find them. There just lost. Or......... am I the lost one? No.......I will find them. No matter what. She reassured herself.

She walked away from the mirror to her small drawer. She took out a black tank top her size, some dark blue shorts that went up to her knees, and a towel.

She walked out her room, out the house, out the village to a river.

It was winter. Yet since she didn't have running water in her house so she was forced to shower in a river all year. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. She didn't mind though. Sometimes she had to shower while there were chucks of ice in the river. She had gone through wore. And she didn't have enough money for new warm cloths. She had to go with whatever she had to survive.

After she was done to walked back to the village. People stared at her.

"Is she crazy!"

"Demon child!"

She heared. Then rocks were trowned at her. She let them be trowned at her.

She had to go through pain if she wanted to become strong.

She had to. For her parents.

When she arrived home she was bleeding.

But no tears. No whimpering. No sobs.

She took out a note book. Grabbed a pencil and carefully drew a family. Two big stick figures and a small one. They all had something she wasn't familiar to a smile.

Emotions weren't her thing. She always tried smiling, but it always came out as if she was about to trow up. But sadness was a bit easier to perform. She slowly learned it from a kid who always sat in a single swing in the academy. But now he no longer did. He was........happy.......

She sat down in the floor. She closed her eyes.

"Sakura, the hokage wants to talk to you."

She standed up, and slowly walked out her house

The anbu flinch.

He like everyone else thought that sakura was a demon, monster, and worthless because sakura never had been seen in combat.

He decided to make her angry or any sign of emotion. To get her to talk.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed at her.

Sakura stopped.

She turned her body toward him.

He thought she was just to stare at him but.....

"My problems aren't your consern" she said in serious, and cold tone." Now get out."

Her voice so small and soft, yet so serious and cold.

It send chills up the anbu's back

He was afraid.

The anbu that was send to get sakura was afraid.

Itachi uchiha was afraid.

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Hey guys its deadsunshine66.

I just wanted to make emotional and fanfic stories of naruto, which by the way I don't own.

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