DISCLAIMER : I do not own Naruto, this is just a fan-based story I made.

Prologue : Survivor

*First Person POV*

I held my kunai high in front of me as my back made contact with the cold wall. My whole body were aching from fighting so long, my head was practically spinning and my vision was hazy. The metallic scent of blood attacked my sensitive nose as the sound of metal clashing and screams never once left my ears. The figure of big man in front of me was starting to become a big blur for me.

"Pathetic. Die." And with those parting words, the man lashes his tanto across my chest. I couldn't react as my strength were on its limit.

"AARGH!" I screamed in agony as pain made my mind and vision clear all of a sudden. The kunai I held slipped out from my hand as I covered the wound on my chest. I could feel the warm liquid pouring out from my wound and my body limped.

The man left me, thinking I was dead. Ironically, it's true. If I didn't die because of blood lost I would most definitely die because of mental breakdown. Even as I started to lose consciousness, I kept my eyes open. More like I couldn't close them. I watched in horror as my clansmen, my family, die one by one.

Why…? What did we do that make us deserve this…?

Silent tears escaped from my eyes. A flash of black appeared and a man covered in black from head to toes was crouching in front of me. His long bangs that covered his face formed a cross and he had two scar-like tattoos on either side of his cheeks. A worried look was clearly painted in his face. "Tsukiyo, stay with me!" he shouted.

My eyes traveled to his. A pair of deep and alluring purple eyes. "Otou-sama…"

A relieved sigh escaped his mouth that had quickly formed a smile. "You're safe, now, lass," he said as he picked me up. I could feel his large and warm palms wrapping itself protectively around me.

I glanced around him but couldn't seem to find the person I was looking. "Otou-sama, where is Okaa-sama?" I asked weakly.

The man, my father, flinched visibly. "She… she's fine. She's resting now. You needn't to worry yourself," he said with a weak smile, but with the flash of sadness in his eyes, I could already tell what he meant by "resting".

I mourn silently inside my head as otou-sama took me to wherever he had in mind. Not too long, I could faintly smell the sea. I turned around and the vast sea greeted me. Otou-sama stopped at the shore and laid me carefully on the bamboo raft. "My little sweet heart, listen to me carefully. Leave the past and carve your future. Never let this affect you in the future. No matter what, me and your mother would always be with you," he kissed my forehead as a single tear ran down his cheek.

"I don't understand, otou-sama," I said even though I have faint idea where this conversation is going.

"Murasaki Tsukiyo, from this moment on ward, I want you to hide your identity and bloodline limit so none will after you, okay? Promise me!" he said sternly and I nodded dumbly at what he said. "I'm sorry, we couldn't spend more time together, but always remember that we will always believe and love you."

Tears started to form in my eyes now. "Otou-sama, you… you're coming with me, right? You won't abandon me, right?" I pleaded.

My father suddenly hugged me tightly and after a while I hugged him back. Tears flowing freely from my eyes now. "I want to, believe me. But I have duties, my dear. I'm the clan's head and I will, by no means, abandon my clan," he break the hug and stared deeply to my eyes. "But you're the jewel of my life, you and your mother. You have to survive, one way or another. Even if the clan dies, it still lived in you, so will I and your mother and all the clan members. So, stay alive for us okay?" he wiped the tears.

"Uhm, sniff… o-okay…," I replied back.

"That's my daughter. I'm proud of you, lass," he said giving me a loving embrace. "Sweet dreams, honey," he whispered to my dreams as a chop on my neck send my world into darkness.


*Third Person POV*

The man carefully positioned the girl in the middle of the raft. He look down on his one and only daughter, carving her image into his eyes because this may very well be the last time he would see her. Even though he said all that crap to his daughter, he actually felt reluctant to let her fend for herself. She is still freaking eight years old, for God's sake!

He glanced at the fire far behind him and sighed. It's for her sake! I wouldn't want her to grow up in a hellish place like this. No, I want a happy life for her.

He crouched beside the small girl and brushed away strands of hair from her face. Her face was moon-shaped, a full circle, just like her name, Tsukiyo. Her long dark brown hair was messy after all the fighting she did. Her skin was fair even though she trained a lot, thanks to the women in their clan. Her height was above average, probably from her training and healthy food she had always eat. Lastly, he took the girl's hitai-ite in her sleeve, Kiri's hitai-ite.

"Tsukiyo, live your life to the fullest, remember your mother's motto alright? Live the day as if there is no tomorrow, learn everything as if it's your last chance to learn, and always appreciate others as if they're your family," he said as he pushed the raft to the vast sea. "I pray for your safety, honey."

The man popped a soldier pill and ran back to the battlefield without looking back. Time to deal with the civil war!


1 and a half day after that…

A man wearing red sage cloak and red markings under his eyes was walking peacefully near the shore. He was going to the nearest town and continue his "research" for his books. That was until he saw a raft stranded not too far away. He decided that taking a little check won't do him any harm and there he went.

On the raft was a delicate girl, probably around eight to nine years old. Her long dark brown hair was straight with small side braid. Her skin was fair, but her face was pale and her clothes were all torn up and wet. She was visibly shaking from cold. "Where did she came from?" the man wondered.

The girl didn't brought anything with her except a pouch of shurikens and a bunch of kunai. She had bandages, yes, but it's wet and the man wasn't sure if it could be used anymore. "Heck, no matter where she came, she needs medical treatments, that's for sure. Thank god I had tracked Tsunade. She would be willing to at least cure this girl, right?" the man mused to himself.

He took off his cloak and wrapped it around the fragile body of the girl, hoping that it could make her a little warm. He made a dash to the next town where he was sure to find his teammate and cure the girl. Well, guess after that he needed to make a quick stop at Konoha.


Note :

I know I sucked, and it was just a random story I wrote when I was bored. English is not my native language, so I will really appreciate your guidance. Thanks for reading this and please leave a review! =)