The next morning, Sakura woke up extra early to get the daily Konoha Times. She then took a warm shower and dressed in her normal clothes. When she was ready for breakfast, her parents have already woken up.

Sakura quickly greeted them and sat down on the breakfast table. She took the literature page and gave the rest to her father. This action had already become a daily routine for the Haruno family. Not noticing her parents' curious glance, Sakura quickly found her way to the name 'Nakamura Tenzoi' and began savoring the new poem. As she had thought, today's poem was a continuation of yesterday's Daughter of Evil. This one, however, was titled Servant of Evil.

O my Queen, you have me as your faithful servant alone

We were twins, torn apart when our fates should have shone

O my Queen, to shield thee from danger's deadly call

I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my all

"I knew it! That servant who looks like the evil girl is foreshadowing this! He's her twin!" Sakura exclaimed. However, another question rose in her mind. From these four lines, she could tell that this servant loves his twin sister very much. So would he really allow her to be punished and killed? Would he do nothing to stop it?

Fourteen years ago we were both born into this hell

Praised and blessed by the people and the church's bell

Being in our family we must play by the rules

Even if we look the same, I am destined as your tool

They can swear you their enemy, or curse all they want

They can brandish their swords, and be on the hunt

Never fear, never cry, I will always be near

Let not your smile, my sun, turn into icy tears

"What a faithful servant... Such an evil girl doesn't deserve his loyalty..."

O my Queen, you have me as your faithful servant alone

We were twins, torn apart when our fates should have shone

O my Queen, to shield thee from danger's deadly call

I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my all

While running errands in a peaceful town nearby

I ran into a pleasant lady with emerald green eyes

Smiling with her face so fair, singing with her voice so bright

I was captivated then, knowing love at first sight

Sakura suddenly stopped, her hands began to shake. "Please don't tell me..."

But this love will remain locked deep inside

For the Queen gave orders, "The girl must die"

I will answer her wishes, her mind I will ease

So why, my Lord, do my tears fail to cease?

"Oh god no... He fell in love with the Green girl... So why! Why does he kill her!? Is the Queen that important to him!? Does his loyalty to the Queen matter more than his love towards the Green girl!?" Sakura didn't even notice her mother's placing her toast in front of her because her eyes were glued onto the words on the page. These magical words seemed to have blocked her from reacting to anything else that was happening.

To be ordered to kill your love, and to know that it's impossible to avoid it... Sakura doesn't even know how to describe what the boy must be feeling at the moment. Agony, pain, suffer... None of these words was powerful enough to be on par with the servant's feeling.

O my Queen, you have me as your faithful servant alone

We are twins, like two seeds in the soils of madness sown

"O my Queen, your dessert for today is brioche"

And you smiled, and you smiled, innocent without a flaw

People of the country were possessed with fear and rage

Threatening to kill the Queen, to move on to a new age

If this is what they call a retribution for her sins

God's words I will go against, for the life of my twin

"No!" Sakura seemed to have seen something for she suddenly screamed at the page, scaring her parents and almost making her mother drop a glass of milk. Her eyes continued to wander down the words.

"Here are my spare clothes, now wear these and run

Don't turn back, don't stop, don't talk to anyone

"Nononono! Don't!" Sakura yelled, her eyes widening to the point that made her look almost haunted. But she doesn't care. Even if she's on the street filled with bystanders, she wouldn't care how ugly she looked at the moment.

Don't you worry we look the same in every way

No one would ever notice that you got away"

"Don't do it! That bitch doesn't deserve your loyalty! She doesn't deserve you dying in her place!" Sakura didn't seemed to hear her parents' angry remark, 'language!'

O now I am the Queen, and you the escapee

We are twins, like two boats in the stormy sad seas

They say you are a lady of vice and disdain

Then I am evil as well, with the same blood in my veins

"No... You're not evil..." Tears streamed down Sakura's face, and Sakura let them flow. Maybe crying could help her understand the servant's feeling more? "If you're evil, then I'm evil too. For my dad was a ninja and had killed, and I shared his blood..." Kizashi widened his eyes and moved to tell his daughter that she was wrong, but Sakura wasn't listening.

Once upon a time in a country far away

Where a lot of crimes were committed every day

My lovely little sister who was fourteen years of age

Was crowned as the Queen, dancing on history's stage

They can swear you their enemy, or curse all they want (Finally, long awaited, the time had come)

They can brandish their swords, and be on the hunt (The deafening chimes sounded a little bit glum)

Never fear, never cry, I will always be near (The crowd showed not a sign of sympathy)

Let not your smile, my sun, turn into icy tears (Grinning to the world, you spoke my line on your knees)

"These lines in parentheses...are the evil girl's words?" Sakura was stunned. The evil girl was there when the 'Queen' was punished? She had to see her own twin get killed!? What would her reactions be then? Would she feel regretful? Would she cry? Or would she smile, because her twin's dying in her place? What would she do?

O my Queen, you have me as your faithful servant alone

We were twins, torn apart when our fates should have shone

Somehow in our next life, if we ever meet again

Let us play together once more, and be the best of friends

TBC

The poem had ended, but Sakura didn't put down the newspaper. She sat frozen in her chair, eyes staring blankly at her lap.

"Sakura? Sakura dear?" Mebuki called hesitantly, shaking her daughter's shoulders lightly. Getting no response, she glanced at her husband for help.

Kizashi moved towards Sakura and snapped his fingers, then he whispered, "Sasuke-kun is here to see you!"

Still, no response.

"Sakamoto-sensei is here to give you an autograph!"

Nope. No response.

In the corner of his eyes, Kizashi saw the foreign name on the page that his daughter was tightly gripping, and decided to try it out.

"Nakamura Tenzoi is here!"

In an instant, Sakura snapped her head up with a furious look adorning her features.

"He's here? That bastard is here!?" She cried in a mix of surprise and anger. "He dared to show his face after what he had done!?"

"What? Did he do something to you?!" Kizashi exclaimed. Anyone who dared to harm his daughter deserves a death penalty! "Don't worry! Papa will help you get revenge!"

"Papa..." Sakura shook her head. He didn't harm her? Then she nodded. Or did he?

"He...he..." Tears began rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. "H-how could he kill him? He was s-so loyal and kind and loving; yet, he made him d-die! Die in place of that deserving, evil little bitch!"

"Honey..."

"Mama..." Sakura turned to Mebuki. "Why? Why does he have to die?"

They both couldn't answer her question.

Sakura stood up suddenly and turned toward the door.

"Sakura, where are you going?"

"I'm going to Konoha Publisher!" She said as she put on her shoes. "I still have time before the team meeting. I'm going to find that Nakamura bastard and question him face to face!"

"What about your breakfast?" Mebuki eyed the untouched toast.

"No time to eat!"

The door slammed shut.

Her parents stared at each other questioningly. Then, dismissing Sakura's behavior as normal puberty behavior, they went back to their normal routine.

Kizashi picked up the newspaper Sakura had dropped and began reading the poem.

That day, Nakamura Tenzoi had gained two new fans.

Unlike the first poem, this poem had gained Nakamura Tenzoi more fans than the day before.

For example...

In a certain household, a young girl was seen yelling at her older brother.

"Look at you! And look at him! His younger sister made him kill the girl he loved! And he did just that! And now when she's gonna be punished, he stood in her place and died for her! He loved her that much and did his older brother's duty that well! And now look at you!" Aka screamed, picking a ripped dress. "I don't need you to love me as much as to die for me, but the least you could do is listen to me and stop ruining my stuff! Now what am I supposed to wear when my date is arriving in less than five minutes!?"

Her older brother bit his lips and argued. "And I already said I'm sorry! Besides, it wasn't completely my fault! You shouldn't have left your oh so precious dress on the sofa where you know I usually sit!"

"Fine! I accept your apology! But now what!? My dress is ruined! My date is ruined! My day is ruined! My LIFE is ruined! And it's all because of you!" Aka screamed frantically. "Why can't you be more like him!?" She threw two cut-out scraps of newspaper at Aoi and bolted out of the room in tears.

"Hmph. What's the big deal. It's just a dress. She has a full wardrobe of them." Aoi picked up the scraps and scoffed. "You said he's better than me. Pff. Let's see it then."

Ten minutes later, a very emotional Aoi laid down the poems. He looked up, forcing the tears to flow back into his eyes.

"You're right. Comparing to him, I suck." He stared at the author name, a relieved smile creeping onto his face. "Thank you, Nakamura Tenzoi, for showing me how bad I am as an older brother. Becoming your fan is the least I can do in return for your help."

Ever since that day, Aoi began treating his younger sister with more care and love.