Haruno Sakura Angst
Dark & angst-filled fanfics of Haruno Sakura. Child-soldier, psychological torture, war, & a burning desire to survive despite it all.
Emotional & tear-inducing. ;-;
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In another world, Sakura would have Ino. In another world, where Sakura cries because of bullies, Ino would come to her rescue. In another world, Ino would teach Sakura how to be proud.
In this world, Sakura ignores civilian girls’ jeers and never needs protection—not from that. In this world, Sakura’s parents are kind only when there is a witness. In this world, Sakura has to claw her way to survival.
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Desperate times call for desperate measures. If this means forcing weapons into the hands of children, then so be it.
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She’s under Neji's command, which apparently means she’s under the Hyuuga’s command. The Hyuuga’s role is on the frontlines, but Neji must be special for a kid from the branch family, because they mostly send him and Sakura out after the big battles are done, to pick off the wounded, and burn bodies.
Sakura kind of wishes she had someone to keep her from the big fights, too. Her job is with Neji, taking back kekkei genkai and retrieving important people’s bodies, but she has other assignments, too. She’s given a dull kunai and told to go through the battlefield, dodging blows and jutsus from friend and foe, slashing at whatever isn’t wearing a Konoha headband.
(the third shinobi war doesn't end, dragging on for years. konoha is running out of troops, and unimportant children in the academy with even a modicum of talent are snatched up to the warfront. sakura, unfortunately, is one of them. so is neji.)
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- Part 2 of sakura collection (aus and tidbits)
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Sakura is twelve when she queues up in front a desk with a bunch of other equally-terrified looking shinobi. The ages range from younger than her to old enough to be her grandpa.
The man sitting at the desk is stony-faced as he doles out assignments. Sakura obediently shuffles forward when it is her turn, and recites her shinobi identification number in a shaky voice when asked.
When the provost marshal looks at her, looks down at his paper, looks back at her, and grimaces, Sakura knows it’s not going to be good.
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How Sakura survives the war, told in bits and pieces.