I am the one you hate?

This one is written by me cause holy shiznit this thing got a review and that scared me XD YAY motivation, thanks MewMew2

Um, no one is on to beta this so...sorry for whatever mistakes and such will come.

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Finger's run down a pale, lifeless cheek as another tear rolls down the mother's face.

"It shouldn't be this way." the mother mutters outloud followed by a choking sob. Her hand rushes to cover her mouth and it seems all the reality of it all suddenly slams into her. "IT SHOULDN'T BE THIS WAY!!" She screaks as she smacks the supporting hand of her family away and rushes forward, her head now resting on her dead daughters chest.

Tears rain down to coat the girls blouse as her mother begs, "Please my baby, come back to your momma! You have to, I can't live without you. Oh my precious baby PLEASE! Momma is so sorry." Her shoulders quake with the intensity of her woe.

She should have been able to protect her daughter, her precious life and soul...the reason for her living...shouldn't she have. Been at her daugthers side every step of the way, to fend off anything or anyone that made to harm her. But, how could she protect her from the people she thought she could trust.

Everything turned, everything went bitter when her daughter finally told the world who she truely is...who she truely loved.

Her parents accepted her truth instantly, they loved their daughter and knew that if she was happy they would be to cause it didn't matter that the person their daughter loved was of the same sex.

Ino's head roars back as her clenched fists slam against the casket before her knees collaspe beneath her and she falls to the floor like a limp ragdoll. Her arms lifeless at her side, fingers pressed to the carpet, as her head hangs. Chest continuing to heave as she sobs silently to herself.

A gentle hand rests on her shoulder, she doesn't even bother to shrug it off because it feels as if her body is just as dead as her daughter. "My love." the voice is from her long time husband, Sasuke. She never the man cry until the day they had to identify their daughter as she lay broken and dead on a cold metal slab, that was the moment Sasuke Uchiha's heart broke.

It seemed as if it took all the strength in the world as Ino slowly turned her shaking head up to face her husband, tears stained her beautiful face, her eyes seemed to scream at him all the turmoil that churned inside her but she was too weak to continue screaming.

A hiccup caught in his chest as another tear streamed down his porcelian skin. In an instant he was on his knees beside his wife, he pulled her into his chest with his nails digging into her back to pull her as close as he could he joined her and let their heartwenching sobs echo through the hollow church.

Sasuke had never cried before, he didn't know the feeling of tears cascading down ones cheek felt so....to him it seemed as if his tears were parts of his soul...parts of his life forces and he couldn't wait to drain himself of it. Maybe if he cried himself to death he would be with his precious daughter again, to hold her in his arms, to smile at her as she told him of her day, to sit next to her as they watched TV together.

The couple clutched each other tightly until no one could bare the picture before them, they all had their head bowed as they cried silently for the loose of such a bright young woman.

Naruto made his way up to the front, his heart teary in his chest as he watched his lifetime friends die before him. He knew there was no way back from this, that from now on he wouldn't have his old friends back ever again. "Sasuke." he whispered softly, "Ino." that name sounded more strained then the first, he could barely take it. The blond wanted to be able to do anything he could to make the couple full whole again, but there was nothing he could do and it was breaking him.

"Leave us alone." the Uchiha hissed, his face turned slowly from his wifes shoulder to glare up at the other.

Naruto's heart slammed to a halt in his chest. All his life he had never seen the man cry, he always wondered what it would look like...always wondered if it was possible. Sometimes in his life he even looked forward to a chance to be able to see the Uchiha cry just so he could know what it looked like or if it was even possible. Now with all his heart Naruto wished he could burn the image out of his memory.

Nothing....nothing in the world could ever break a person's heart in an instant like seeing an Uchiha crying...other then the loose of a loved one yourself. Naruto didn't know what he would do if he ever lost one of his own sons.

"Please, Sasuke...Ino...let me get you out of here so you can be someplace together alone." He made sure to word his sentence carefully.

Sasuke's body stiffened. Slowly he brought his wife up to her feet, her eyes stayed down cast toward her daughter's face, her body too drained to wail out her pain any longer...the only thing she could do was cry...tear after tear flooded down her cheek. "The last time we left my daughter alone with people we thought we could trust, with people who we thought would love her no matter what...she ended up dead. Don't think that for even a second we will leave our daughter's side."

The blond hid his face in shame as he remembered how his niece met her end.

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"Grandpa?" the young woman asked softly. Her parents, Sasuke and Ino, had told her not to come to her grandparents home alone to tell them what she had just told her parents the other day, that she is a lesbian. But being hopeful and with a good sense of trust that everything would work out fine like it had with her parents made the girl come over on her own.

Her bright smile started to slowly fade to a look of concern as her grandfather's fingers clutched the armrest tightly, his face twisting to stern expression. "Aiko." he almost hissed as his glaring eyes turned up to lock with hers.

The girls heart started pounding in her chest, she swept her flowing black locks behind her shoulder as her bright blue eyes searched her grandfathers face, occasionally glimpsing over at her silent grandmother who had a far off expression etched onto her aged face.

"Aiko.....how could you?" Aiko recoiled slightly as a look of uncertainty crossed her face. She took a small step forward while gesturing with her hands before her.

"What do you mean papa?" Her eyes started to glow with anger as she started to realize that her grandparents weren't as accepting as her parents. "Grandpa! This is just who I am! I'm tired of living a lie and I wanted everyone to know!"

The man shot up from his chair, his knuckles popped loudly at his sides as his fists clenched tighter. He took a menacing step forward, eyes screaming his rage. "How could you do this to our family Aiko! Who do you think you are? WHO DOES YOUR FATHER THINK HE IS?! How could he take this so lightly...that bastard, I should have known he would do this to my grandchildren, I shouldn't have trusted him with your care."

His arm snapped back as confusion pulsed through Aiko's body, "What do you mea-" before she could finish his sentence her grandfather's hand came forward and snapped across her cheek. She tumbled back, but didn't fall as she backed into a wall. Her finger's sprawled over the smooth surface of the paint to support herself. Slowly her head turned up, anger and shock swirling in her vibrate blue eyes.

She couldn't get any words out before he was on her again, fist slamming against her delicate body.

The only thing that could be heard for the next five minutes was the sounds of a young woman's life fading away as someone she thought loved her no matter what beat the life out of her, shouting his disgust, while her grandmother sat silently in her chair just staring blankly at the fire crackling before her as a single tear traced down her cheek.

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Sasuke and Ino sat on freshly placed patches of grass as they looked down at a cold cement slab that their daughter laid under. Everyone had long since left, and night had fallen around them...darkness hugging their skin as the moon tried its best to hide behind thick clouds.

Not even the stars were shining as brightly as they normally did...or maybe they were but the couple couldn't tell anymore. Their eyes burned, unable to focus or see anything but the headstone before them. Nothing mattered anymore, not even their own lives.

--We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time--