A SasuSaku Cinderella Story
[Fractured Fairytale]

Cast: (I made up some characters!!!)
Cinderella: Sakura Haruno
Prince Charming: Sasuke Uchiha
King: Itachi Uchiha
Drizella Tremaine: Ino
Anastasia Tremaine: Tenten
Lady Tremaine: Hokage Tsunade
Fairy Godmother: Hinata
Grand Duke: Kakashi
Doorman: Choji
[Sorry guys—Naruto characters do not play mice…there are no mice in this one…sorry for anyone who had a sentimental attachment to them!]
Cinderella’s Best friend: Naruto
Prince Charming’s friends: Shikamaru and Neji
Royal Messenger: Rock Lee


Preface to story:
In the beginning [Ch. 1]

“Daddy!” Sakura giggled as her father chased her around their garden. “Daddy, stop it I can’t breathe!!!”  
     Her 12 year old body was shaking furiously from all the laughing and she made feeble attempts to breathe normally. Sakura let out another giggle as her father scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her piggy-back into the mansion.
   “Honey, Sakura, after washing up go visit your mother…your company always cheers her up; I’ll join you later, alright?” Sakura’s father asked solemnly.
    “Yes father.” Sakura obliged. She got off of her fathers back and crept down the long corridor towards her mother’s room. She knocked softly.
   
   “Mommy, its Sakura!” her squeaky voice penetrated the heavy oak doors.

   “Come in darling,” A raspy voice replied weakly. For some one as sick as Mrs. Haruno, you could still tell she was beautiful. Her flowing pink hair, that fortunately Sakura had inherited, loosely hung in a limp pony tale, caressing the fine features of her face. Even in sickness her emerald eyes sparkled and looked fresh and lively. A small smile hung onto fine pale lips.

   “My child, sit with me.” Sakura complied and skipped warily over to her mother’s death bed, resting herself on the edge beside her dying mother. Mrs. Haruno touched Sakura’s cheek to her hand and sighed slightly, soaking up every last memory of her daughter that she had. She focused hard on memorizing her big emerald eyes, something she never wanted to forget.

    “Sakura, I’m feeling faint, can you please get your father, then go outside and play, there’s still daylight to be wasted.”

   “Yes mother.”

   Mrs. Haruno watched her only child leave as a tear trickled down her cheek. ‘I don’t want to make this any harder for you than it already is my love’. Sakura returned to her garden after sending word to her father. Lowering herself onto the grass she let out a small cry. “Mother, you are such a bad liar.” Clouds formed in the sky as the first drop of rain fell. A tear escaped from Sakura’s eye as she tilted her head to the sky. ‘Grandma must know that mother’s coming…’
News of Mrs. Haruno’s death spread quickly around the kingdom. Being the wife of a rich landlord everyone showed up at the Haruno Mansion to pay their respects, even the king and his family. Sakura watched the commotion from behind a pillar in the courtyard, her mind racing. Her father stood tall among his comrades, a sad look in his eyes. One by one, coaches clattered up the driveway dropping off Dukes and other nobility, all dressed in black, all wearing the same sad expression.

    As people made their way up to the chapel Sakura took a minor detour to her mother’s chamber.

   “Mother, you could of at least of let me say ‘goodbye’.”

  One tear cascaded from her eye, soon followed by another, then another until she had sunk down to on both knees clutching the side of her mother’s bed, sobbing into the empty sheets.

   “Mom, you would of hated what everyone is wearing. Black,” Sakura smiled beside her self, thinking of her mothers face, probably one of horror when she had seen someone wear black on a happy occasion, not that this was a happy occasion, but still. Sakura could never forget that face, and how she had doubled over from laughing so hard after it.

   “Dad’s making me wear black too, I told him you would have wanted me to wear red, something to bring out my eyes…” tears streamed down her face at accelerating speeds, “But he said that you aren’t here, so I don’t have to wear that…” She began to tremble with grief, “he said that I need to respect what happened and take it seriously, not play around in bright colors. You would have known that I was just trying to make you happy, right? Why would I celebrate your death, you mean everything to me,” she let out a pained cry, still trembling, unaware of the shadow lingering outside of her door, listening to her whole conversation with an empty room.

  Hesitantly, the raven haired boy knocked softly on the door, startling poor Sakura. Stifling sobs and shock, Sakura tried to pull herself together enough to answer the door.

   “Just a second,” she gasped in a meek voice. She opened the door a crack to see the king’s son standing outside the door, looking uncomfortable.
   
   “Your highness,” Sakura’s eyes widened and she quickly opened the door.

  “Ms. Haruno, your father wants you in the chapel so the service can begin; I volunteered to come find you.”  

  “Please call me Sakura, you sound like your addressing my mother,” Sakura said trying to laugh, but ended up turning into a sob. She clutched a hand to her chest and put a hand to her mouth trying to calm her self down. She could feel the tears coming; she shut her eyes forcefully stopping them from falling. ‘I have to be strong for mom…’

   “Let’s go Sakura,” the king’s son put his hand on the small of her back and steered her in the direction of the chapel.

  The walk there was painfully quiet. Sakura hung in head in anguish, dreading the moment she steeped into the hell whole of a service, after that, it would be final; her mother would really be gone. Sasuke, for that was the king’s son, looked at the beautiful girl with pity.

   “Would you rather skip the service and sit in the gardens above the chapel so we can still see the church.” Sasuke asked the wilting girl. Sakura smiled sadly.


  “I would much rather do that, but you see, I need to be able to see my mother one last time.” She looked at Sasuke, “Thank you though.”

   They arrived at the church and Sasuke let go of Sakura, she nodded her head and gave his hand a small squeeze as tears formed in her eyes.

    “Thank you.” The service was dreadfully long. Sakura took her place next to her father and he put his arm around her, keeping her close. The embrace was for comfort, she knew that, but it felt like it was meant for protection, from the pain and hurt she was bound to feel. She was already feeling it though. At the end, there was a procession line to the casket.

  Sakura was at the end wanting to be the last person to see her mother. When it was her turn she inhaled a deep breath and staggered forward. Her mother wore a crimson gown and in her ears were her favorite ruby pendants. On her neck hung her ruby amulet that caught the light of the torches from the walls. Sakura gazed at the paragon of beauty, memorizing every inch of her body. A small tear escaped out of the corner of her eye. Sakura leaned down and kissed her mothers cheek.

   “I love you mom,” A small, sad smile crossed her trembling lips, “goodbye doesn’t sound like a very nice thing to say, because it means that I’ll never see you again, I won’t, maybe in my after life I will but, I can fantasize. Well, then, I guess this is goodbye. Tell grandma I say ‘hi’ and make sure visit me in my sleep once in awhile, I want to remember your face, dad would say all I have to do is look into the mirror for that. I really think that will annoy him after awhile though, him seeing you in me, I wouldn’t be able to stand it…” Another tear fell into the casket.


  “Ms. Haruno, we need to close the casket.” A man said stepping out from behind her.

  “In a minute, please, just give me a minute.” Sakura turned back to the basket. “I guess this really is goodbye,” she reached into the casket and took the ruby amulet off of her mother’s neck and stuffed into her palm, with one last forlorn look into the casket, she turned away. The first thing she saw was Prince Sasuke, another pitying look plain across his face. She locked eyes with him for a moment and than fled, running straight out of the chapel into the garden, from there she climbed a tall tree in the far corner out of sight and cried, letting loose all of her sorrows into the little ruby amulet still clutched in her hand. ‘I guess this really is goodbye’.

    Prince Sasuke looked around frantically for Sakura. Her tears haunted his memory and he needed to console her, for he had fallen in love with her caring ways, yet she was still a mystery, which he longed to solve. He ran to the court yard in haste. All he saw were swarms of stiffs. ‘Where is she??’ he ran into the back gardens where not a sole was present. Muffled crying was lingering in a Sakura tree. ‘Sakura is in a Sakura tree…That’s original…’


   Sasuke traveled over to the base of the tree, looking up into the branches.

  “Sakura, your father is looking for you.” Her startled face only made her look more beautiful.

  Sakura nodded slowly and climbed carefully down from the tree. She ruffled her skirts and wiped her tear stained face with her palm. Sasuke noticed her mother’s amulet hanging from her neck, but decided better not to draw attention to it.

   “I used to climb this tree all the time with my mother when she was younger and well.” Sakura smiled at the tree. “I was named for this tree because it was my mother’s favorite.”  Sasuke smiled at her, for on her lips there was a genuine smile.

   “Sakura fits you.” She nodded and looked back lovingly at the tree.

  “Your highness, we better get beck to my father, you mentioned him before.” Sasuke blushed at his mistake.

  “Actually Sakura, I didn’t know how else to get you down, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Sakura felt the heat rising on her cheeks.

  “Oh, that’s okay your highness, I see wh--”

  “Please call me Sasuke, Sakura.”

   “Okay, Sasuke.”


   “Sakura, I never really did say how sorry I was,” Sakura shook her head.

   “You don’t have to Sasuke, I know you mean well. She lived a good life, I shouldn’t have created bonds so strong, and I wouldn’t have had to deal with this heartache. In the end I know that one day I will see her again, and until then I just need to keep creating new opportunities for myself, and living by her guidelines. She was my best friend you know, so it almost feels like I’ve lost two people. Actually, it doesn’t even feel real, like a dream, or more of a nightmare in this case I suppose.”  Tears welled up in her eyes once again. Her heart pounded her rib cage and the tears spilled out again. Sasuke wrapped his arms around her and embraced her closely.

  “Sasuke, why are you so nice?”

   Four grueling years later Sakura’s father remarried a witch of a lady, Tsunade. Along with her came two 17 year old girls, Tenten and Ino. The Gruesome two-some were always terrorizing Sakura, messing with her head, stealing her possessions and harassing her at every moment possible. The wedding day was a dismal shade of gray. Menacing clouds raked the sky and the air was crisp and cold. Once again all the townspeople and royalty came, including the king and Sasuke, who fervently looked for his fair Sakura. Sakura was standing in a pale rose dress, with a v-neck.

  Sakura blossoms were strung around in her hair. At 16 years old she was a vision. Sasuke caught a glimpse of her from across the church. She truly was lovely, but that sparkle was missing from her eyes. Her eyes were now hollow, and her face gaunt and expressionless. As Sasuke made his way over to her a young blond man stepped in front.

  “Sakura-Chan! You look amazing!” The blond man exclaimed looking at Sakura with loving eyes.

  “Naruto, please, not today,” she said with a simple smile. Naruto nodded and linked her arm with his.

  “Well at least let me get you a drink...” She nodded silently and went with Naruto. Sasuke was shell-shocked. ‘Who the heck was that guy??’ With Sasuke close at foot, Naruto and Sakura made their way over to the drink bar. Sakura felt a slight tap on her left shoulder and turned around, it was Sasuke.

  “Sasuke-kun! What are you doing here?” He had gotten a lot taller than the last time she had saw him, he had at least 3 inches on her.

  “I was invited, remember, you look lovely today Sakura-chan.” Sakura blushed. “And who is this, your friend?”

   “I’m her best-friend, thank you very much,” Naruto seethed through clenched teeth. He didn’t like the way Sasuke looked at Sakura. “My name is Naruto Uzumaki.” Sasuke smirked.

   “Nice to meet you Naruto, now if you don’t mind, I would love to talk to Sakura; I haven’t been able to see her in a long time.” “….”

    Sakura walked with Prince Sasuke through her mansions back gardens, her arm hooked with his.

   “How many years has it been now, 4?” Sauske asked her carefully.

   “Yes, a month from yesterday would be the date my mother passed away.” Sasuke nodded slowly, watching her out of the corner of her eye. Sakura was holding her head high in the air, anger in her emerald eyes.

  “Sasuke-kun, would you mind if we sit this one out, I don’t have the courage to go into the church.” He looked intently at her face, to see if she was kidding. “If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me.” She smiled gratefully and the two headed towards the willow tree looking over the grand church.

  “We can see everything perfectly up here.”


    Only when Tsunade was making her way down the aisle did Sakura allow herself to cry.

   “My mother was so beautiful on her wedding day; she was wearing a red kimono and her ruby earrings and her favorite ruby amulet around her neck…” Sakura touched her neck, feeling for her mother’s necklace.  


  “She was so beautiful.” Another tear slid out of her eyes. “Can you believe that I still haven’t let go? I still go into her room at night and talk to her bed, hoping that maybe she’ll listen. My father wanted to clean out the room, but I told him not to, I want to keep everything like it was. I’m still trying to live in the past…” She put her had up to the sunlight coming through the braches and examined it carefully. “I really miss her,” she cried, withdrawing her hand. Sasuke reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.

     “There’s nothing wrong with missing somebody you love, Sakura, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.” The church bells began to ring, the wedding was finally over, but tragedy was just beginning.


   Two years later, her father passed away mysteriously, this time she didn’t cry, she stared blankly into the coffin and remained quiet. She sat next to Prince Sasuke, looking straight forward.

   “My life’s like a bad soap opera where everyone dies.” Sasuke reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

   “Sakura, life’s not supposed to be easy, it’s going to hurt repeatedly.” Sakura frowned.

    “I can’t feel it anymore; my entire body is numb. I don’t know what’s sadder, my fathers death, or not being able to cry for him.” Sasuke looked forlornly at his friend, firmly grasping her hand.

    “Maybe you’re just tired of feeling the pain; it’s your body’s natural reaction to protect you.” Sakura sighed. ‘I want to feel the pain; I want to know that I can feel something…’
-2 Years later

    “Billboard Brow, where are you! I want my breakfast!” Ino shouted through heavy oak doors.

  “I’m coming Ino!” (Inner Sakura speaking) ‘Shut UP Ino-pig!!! If I have to see your ugly face one more time I’m going to kill someone, CHA!’