Chapter 1: Long Live the Revolution!

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My mind feels empty, but my senses are in full alert; it tastes like sandpaper in my mouth as I refuse to scream, I see nothing through closed eyelids, he smells like smokes and too much cologne...his heavy pants fill the room. The air around us is thickened into smog, and we are lost to the world like every other night.

Large, rough hands run haphazardly over my sore skin, it's as though the owner wasn't quite sure what to do with them. Red streaks trailing behind unclipped fingernails, and I whimper in discomfort as they trail over the soft curves of my breasts.

Although my mind was in a haze, lost in nothingness, my body tries to curl into itself ready for the onslaught of a sad man desperately trying to mark himself on her body for the umpteenth time.

He curses vehemently at his own hands, he sobs loudly as he looks at her face, but he doesn't apologize. This had happened often enough for them both to realize that only made it worse, so he couldn't apologize.

I lay there in a daze as he pounds his fists into his temples and storms out of the room, his clothes left behind on the floor.

Rolling over on my back I fish out from beneath my pillow a pack of cigarettes, already half empty after only two days, and the cheap purple lighter beside it. Blinking owlishly, I place the unlit cigarette in my mouth and spread my arms out, hands hanging loosely off the bed as the lighter falls to the carpet floor.

I'll take a shower in the morning.

Opening her locker she stands behind the door as mud and worms fall to the floor, she peeks around the small door to see if any of her books are inside; however whether it be lucky or not they were nowhere to be found.

She simply huffs, shoulders slumping slightly as she trudges to the janitor's closet to get the large mobile trash can and a broom. The janitors had an understanding of the situation and were willing to let her clean up the mess, as long as nothing gets broken in the process.

She grunts in mild pain when someone throws an apple at her, "MY BAD LITTLE MISS JANITOR LADY!" Despite the lack of creativity his friends all get a good laugh, but he frowns a little when he realizes she wasn't paying attention to him and left the apple on the floor.

"...I was just kidding, un." He rubs his upper lip with his finger, but otherwise doesn't say anything else.

"Deidara, it's time to go to homeroom! Let's go!"

"Jeez, you're always so impatient Sasori-Danna, un!"

"You're the one being an idiot!"

He takes one more glance at the pink haired oddity before walking off to homeroom.

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"Have you ever heard of waterboarding?"

The sound of metal clashing with concrete rang almost too loudly in the near empty girl's locker room, and soon after followed the shrill sound of girlish giggles and the sputtering of the victim trying to get whatever foul waste that they had decided to fill the large bucket with, out of her mouth.

"Sakura-chan, this is when you're supposed to answer us or it just keeps going~" Karin smirks darkly and gestures for Hinata to get the second bucket.

"..."

"Now, tell us why you think we should stop?"

"..."

"Suit yourself~"

The girl holding her down, Ino, jumped out of the way as another bucket of rusty water doused her face.

She sputters once again and remains silent.

The red-head just shrugs her shoulders, and that pretty little smirk turns into a sneer.

"I guess you just like the taste of stagnated water from the old well, must be a poor person thing!" The girls cackle, and watch her eyes widen in horror.

She remained silent at the mention of the well but began to shiver in panic as she tried to shove her way past them to the sink in an attempt to clear out the tainted water from her mouth, however she apprehended by Ino once again, Karin making it a point to shove her to the floor. Hinata, with her shining opal eyes, stood to the side hesitant for only a moment, pulling out a pair of scissors from her pocket and pulling on Sakura's long pink hair.

"Hinata do it already! We have to get to Azuma's class before the bell rings or we'll get detention again!" The blonde shouted at the girl, squeezing the pinkette's arm a little tighter.

It was definitely going to leave behind some nasty bruises.

"I-I'm so-sorry Ino-chan," Hinata muttered quickly as grabbed a pair of scissors from her pocket and proceeded to chop off chunks of bubblegum hair.

Her snippets were random and swift, the process taking all of two minutes before a hefty pile was laying on the floor.

The two girls holding her arms, saw that Hinata was done, and they pushed her into the lockers before running out of the locker room.

"Jeez, Karin! I told you we were going to be late again!" Ino hollered in the distance, but Sakura couldn't care less.

She was busy rinsing out the shit water they shoved down her throat, and after a good ten minutes of gargling and gagging, she ripped off a few paper towels from the dispenser and wiped out the inside of her mouth.

Raising her head she looked in the mirror, into her own eyes, and began a mental chant to calm her nerves.

KillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKill

One was tall and lanky, sickly even while the other was of average height an aura of strength radiating in the air around him.

"Join the Akatsuki, Haruno Sakura."

"Sure..."

The sickly one looks at her with narrowed eyes, "You're not going to ask why we chose you?"

"No."

"You want me to train you?" The busty blonde was sitting at a bar with flushed cheeks. Squinting hazel eyes at the odd girl who stood in front of her, it almost made her shiver.

There was obviously something off about the girl, those emerald orbs were almost blank except for the edge of hostility glinting precariously in the soft bar lights. And then there was her hair, it was wild and choppy as though she took a sharp knife and just hacked away at it with her eyes closed.

"Yes."

Sighing the woman stood with a feline grace, it was as though all the alcohol she drank didn't even faze her.

"I'm Senju Tsunade, and I will take you as my student, what's your name kid?" There had to be a valid reason why a girl this beautiful could look someone dead in the eyes with such venom.

"Haruno Sakura."