The Resurrection of Ninja
By: xSilverKatanax
Summary:
In a world, where Ninjas are hated and prosecuted, and Strong is weak, Ninjas must flee from their villages.
Sakura is among them, and she hides herself from her true identity in order to save her own life, by taking a job as a normal classed citizen. But who is this mysterious person that she meets who knows her true identity? Will she help him fight back the hate and prosecution-as a ninja and, find love in the process?
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.
"Blah"-Normal talking
"Blah"-talking in flashback
Blah-Normal thinking
'Blah'-thinking in flashback
Note: This is NOT a horror story. Only the prologue is. So do not get confused. Also, the prologue seems long and boring to me. So, I posted the 1st chap along with it. So review both of them. And, sorry for the length. (I couldn't stop writing….)
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Prologue-Fallen Flowers
(Its all a flashback that Sakura is dreaming about)
"I-it's not fair!" A girl with bright pink hair and jade green eyes yelled, clutching a flower, crying to the heavens, which was sprinkling the field with rain.
"I didn't choose for it to be this way!"
"But, I was too weak!"
"To irresponsible!"
"I'm, I'm, someone that doesn't deserve to be a ninja!"
"Sakura, that's not true!" A woman with blonde hair said, reaching out her arms, clutching the girl lovingly.
However, it was no use. A world without him was...too unbearable.
But she refused to cry. She refused, to let the pain show.
Sometimes she wished, that she could press a button that would do-over all of the troubles, the sadness, the sorrow, the regretful ness.
But the fact was, that she couldn't. There was no such thing. There would never be. Not now, not ever.
That previous thought as well, as the mixed emotions that she felt in reaction to hearing this news, made her angry.
"S-shut up!" The pink-haired girl cried, the first time that she ever defied her master,
desperately, trying to run out of the blonde woman's arms.
Those arms.
She hated those arms.
Her master was trying to shield her from the truth with those arms.
When she knew perfectly well, what the truth was.
Moreover, just as her master predicted, it was destroying her on the inside and, the outside.
But the pain came, not at the fact that her master was right, but the fact, that truth had destroyed her.
The admitting of this, was weakness, in her minds eye.
These emotions destroyed the child.
'Being destroyed by emotions.' The girl thought with a weak feeling of disgust,
'What would Sasuke think of me now?' The girl asked herself as she continued to twist her body from her master's grip.
Finally, with the achievement of fighting back the monstrous grip, she ran away from those arms, ran away from her master, farther into the field, farther into the rain.
To see if the truth was really true.
"Sakura!" The woman said, running in the rain after the girl.
The child ran down the field that was covered with flowers, with petals that were droopy from the rain.
She felts the cold wind under her sandals, as they were soaked with rainwater from the sky.
A thick mist had now risen up, covering the flowers on the field.
Hardly being able to see where she was going, the girl began increasing her pace, as she ran out of the field.
Pumping her legs, and breathing hard through her nose, she ran deeper into the mist, in a frantic search for him.
Making sure that she had lost the woman that was running after her, she stopped, her feet skidding across the wet grass.
The girl's search for the truth had come to a halt, to allow herself to rest.
Her breath was visible as she was breathing hard.
It was cold, wet and rainy.
The weather was not usually as bad as this in Konoha during the winter.
It was usually, sunny all year long.
However, the sun stopped ever since that annoncement from the Hokage of war with the Sound village.
Was this a bad sign? The villagers of Konoha had asked each other in whispers.
The girl-Sakura had expected it to be.
And she was right. The only reason why she was not out in combat was because she was to busy healing the ones that were in combat.
Sakura thought about this as she panted, making sure that this was a safe place to stop.
The girl, cautious of her surroundings-since Konoha was currently at war, turned around slowly to see where she was, her Emerald eyes, peering straight ahead into the misty distance, turned with her body, as the wind picked up in haste.
Her ears, heard absolute silence.
With caution, the girl examined her surroundings more.
The girl sniffed, much to her disgust, to smell the stench of something rotting.
The girl whipped around, to identify the horrible smell, and to use the second to last of her five senses:
sight.
Sakura's eyes, turning with her body, to lay its vision onto the horrifying scene of a bloody battlefield, that laid between the un natural mist.
The girl stopped turning abruptly, nearly slipping on the wet grass, at the sight of the numerous dead bodies, which coated the field with a deep crimson.
The rotting smell was of rotting flesh- dead, rotting flesh.
The girl stood like that for a few moments, taking in the stench, sight, and silence of the battlefield.
If not for the mist, the girl would have fainted.
For the mist covered up a lot of the bodies, and all of the blood that was spilled on the battlefield.
However, even seeing at least two hundred bodies on her side, was breath taking.
And the worse; that was not even half the number of how many corpses lye, dead or awaiting death.
Sakura continued to stare, as the rain pelted against her small body, and as the rainwater mixed with the blood on the ground.
'W-what happened here?' The girl thought, asking herself, as she quickly analyzed the battle that had taken place, with her eyes still staring straight ahead.
'Is this the battlefield where he died?' The girl thought once more, dropping her hands to her sides, one with a flower in it, and sank to her knees, as if the weight of the dead bodies, and her questions, made her small, dainty shoulders heavy.
That last question had scared her, and made her feel sick, and her limbs feel weak.
Sakura, her mind silenced, continued gazed at the battlefield in horror, wide eyed, at the thought of him dying in this field, that was painted with red blood.
"Sakura!" The girl heard the woman cry her name faintly-probably looking for her in the thick mist that came about, hanging around her.
However, the desperate call was to far away.
She felt, so cold.
So alone.
So hollow
So-
"Sakura!" The girl heard the call of her name-once again. The call was closer this time, but sounded so faint, at the same time, and drowned under the heavenly sound of the roaring thunder in the clouded sky.
Still, the girl did not move her eyes, as she looked, transfixed in horror at the ruined ground.
'This used to be a flower field'. The girl couldn't help thinking as she clutched the white flower with its droopy petals in her small hands.
'This used to be a place where, year after year, flowers would bloom'.
The girl continued thinking as thunder boomed and shook the ground.
She looked at the flower again, to see one of the petals falling down from the flower, and sweeping the ground as it flew into the wind.
The flower petal flew, and was carried by the wind farther into the field, that contained death.
Sub-consciously, the child rose, from her bent position, and then stood up, to follow the flower that led deeper into the mass of bodies.
She moved one foot forward, as if in a trance, to walk farther into the field, still looking at the scene, with her green eyes now dull, looking straight ahead at the mess known as war.
'But this is war, where flower fields perish.' The girl heard herself thinking, as she walked slowly deeper into the clearing, passing a few mangled bodies that sank into the grass of the field only one, when dead.
The only thing that could show that the bodies of the people were rivals, was a metal forehead protector, which lied in the grass-sound, and leaf also painted with blood.
In eternal sleep, the bodies didn't fight. They were only at peace at that time.
The first few bodies seemed to be only the beginning of hundreds of dead women and men sprawled out on the grass, all equipped with a cringe of pain on their pale faces.
The girl moved her pale feet forward, across the remnants of a hard battle, as if searching for someone.
Her pace, faster, as she looked into the faces, of each fallen person that lay on the grass.
'Don't be dead please.' The girl pleaded in her mind, as lightning danced upon the grass, followed by, a crashing sound of un-tamed thunder.
'Please, don't be dead.' The girl thought echoing, her previous thoughts.
'Y-you made a promise to me! You can't be dead!'.
Running through the bodies, searching frantically now, the girl started crying at the thought of all of her fellow friends, teammates, even enemies, lying dead, with their blood sprayed on the grass.
The girl began hyperventilating , as her wet sandals, marched upon the ground in an un-steady rhythm of absolute panic.
With her pink hair blowing wildly behind her, she recalled Tsunade-the blonde, fair woman, telling her with a heavy heart, just a few moments ago, that he was dead.
'No,' The girl thought faintly,
'No.' The girl thought with a more steady pace of thought,
"No, No, No!" She said aloud this time, stomping her feet as she stopped walking immediately through the rows of the dead.
'Wait, what am I thinking? It's not possible!' The girl began to think, reassuring herself, 'How could he-out of all people, be dead? He is going to be the Hokage some day!' The girl thought, inwardly smiling as she thought the words, that he always said;
'Believe it.'
Smiling at the thought of him, her breathing and her walking pace slowed down as she once more, continued her search for the missing boy.
The rows around the bodies were endless. The girl was actually half amazed, at the fact of a field that was so small, being able to host, this many dead bodies.
The girl was also half horrified at this fact.
It seemed so un-natural.
Yet so real.
'How did this happen?' The girl asked herself, near tears.
'Was this what the Third would have wanted?' She asked, as she continued looking at the bodies,
'The first, the second?' Sakura wondered, as bit her lips, and arched her eyebrows, with insecurity.
'Was this what the fourth-' The girl began, but stopped thinking abruptly, as she gazed in horror at the bodies before her,
One of the bodies was of a girl, quite pretty in her appearance, with long black locks, that stuck to her back, that was drenched in blood.
The girl looking still biting her lip, turned her eyes, to see the corpse of a sound ninja piercing her back with a Katana.
The beautiful corpse of the dead, dark-haired girl was smiling a small shy smile, as her body laid there-peacefully.
The girl was attired with a black, purple and white coat with a hood, which hugged her curves and shoulders gracefully.
But nothing about that corpse was graceful.
As the girl peered into the other's frozen eyes, she gasped in horror, at the unusual color they were;
White.
Flashbacks, thoughts, references, came back to her as she gazed at the corpse once more, biting her lip, tasting the tart taste of crimson blood.
But she did not noticed.
Sakura almost stumbling at the thought of the corpse, stepped back.
The horrified girl fully knew who this person was.
And thinking in horror, the girl's name;
Hyuuga Hinata.
This was the heiress of the great Hyuuga clan.
This was the cousin of the great Neji.
This person absolutely adored the one that she was searching for.
This is a person that is dead.
The girl's eyes, wide with the continued silence.
Her mouth hanging open-unable to make a sound.
Her throat, tight.
Her body frozen, as the cold wind of winter crashed itself against her body, as she looked into the eyes of her
Friend,
Teammate,
Sister,
…That was now lying on the ground with a sharp Katana piercing her back, dead.
Unable to look away, the girl stared at the body, falling to her bare knees-again.
The dirt and flowers from the field scratched, and itched her knees-much to her usual annoyance,
But now, she did not pay the slightest of attention to it.
Her friend's usual tanned glow of skin, was now pale, and her skin seemed to sag as she passed on.
The mist cleared out a little, so that the girl could see more of her friend's face.
Sakura's friend, Hinata was…smiling.
Thinking that it was a little bit strange, Sakura looked around.
'Why would she be smiling?' The girl thought,
'She was dying…'
Sakura thought, examining the body, as the mist cleared.
Sakura widened her green eyes.
It was not because thousand more bodies could be seen through the mist,
The girl was so amazed, that the bodies did not seem to matter.
However, what did matter was that through the mist, as it cleared, Sakura gazed at the hand of her friend's corpse.
The wind picked up, and the trees shook their branches hard, she realized that Hinata was holding something.
The mist retreated slowly, so that Sakura could see what she was holding;
A hand.
'Where there is a hand, there is a body..' The girl thought as she studied the two hands linked together.
The mist, receding into the clouded sky followed by a boom of thunder, revealed the body that lay next to Hinata.
The body was of a boy.
The boy had light blonde hair, that was un-kept and bright blue eyes-that were staring into the sky with a look of surprise.
The child, had scars of markings, that appeared to look like whiskers on his round face.
The boy was also smiling.
Wedged into the boy's shoulder's was another Katana.
The angle of his corpse showed that he was protecting Hinata.
And that he had failed.
Sakura's eyes, caught those of the boy's dead, lifeless ones, causing her shoulders to slump.
The girl felt weak.
She felt hurt, that he would leave her,
That he would break his promise so quickly.
His promise to stay safe, and to live.
The boy's name was unable to be mentioned on the pink-haired girl's lips.
However, the wind took over the job of her tightening vocal chords by whispering the child's name;
'Naruto.'
The girl cupped her fair face into her hands in agony,
'Tsunade was right.' Was all that she could think of, as she repetitively bowed her head in an un-rhythmic matter
The girl's eyes, cast downward, finally realizing her previous thoughts,
"Godammit Tsunade!" The girl screamed, looking to the heavens, as lightning flashed across the field, rain sprinkling, her face and clothes.
The girl allowed herself to cry, and let it out.
Even when, she had promised to stop crying once he left,
tears beginning to fall down her pink cheeks.
The girl stood there, her voice echoing across the field full of dead ones, her body racked with hearty sobs.
"..Damn… you…" Sakura said, hunched over, weakened, by her cries.
Almost enjoying, the feeling of the emotion from not crying in so long, the girl sat on the bloody ground, stroking Hinata's and Naruto's frozen cheeks, staying like that for what seemed hours.
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Meanwhile
Tsunade ran frantically in a search for her precious student.
Now was a time of war.
Or at least, the aftermath of one.
Her student could be hurt by the remaining shinobi of the sound.
In addition, the village needed to be rebuilt immediately, and now was not the time for this to be happening.
The blonde woman, sighed in relief when the mist finally settled down, so she could see where she was going.
"Sakura!" Tsunade called, out, scanning her eyes around the field of flowers.
Tsunade's eyes finally found what she was looking for;
Footprints.
With a smirk, Tsunade called out,
"Sakura!" Once again, she did not receive an answer, but she knew that her precious student was there.
The dainty footprints were all that she needed for proof.
Tsunade quickened her pace.
She was worried about Sakura.
She had remembered when her best friend died as well.
The pain, the constant feeling of weakness.
Tsunade wanted to explain her feelings to Sakura, and help her work them out, just like she had.
Naruto was her friend as well, but her student had to learn how to move on in life- just like she had many years ago.
The wind picked up, and blew Tsunade's hair wildly, as she continued looking for Sakura, running across the field with amazing speed.
'I won't let this destroy you like it destroyed me, Sakura.' The blonde woman thought, as she ran deeper into where Sakura was.
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Later
Tsunade had been running across the field for a long time in search for Sakura.
Along the way to her horror, and distress, she passed a crimson-dipped battlefield.
Imagining what happened to her people of Konoha, Tsunade swallowed and continued.
Nevertheless, she still felt guilty,
As Hokage, it was her duty to protect these people-and they were almost all dead.
Tsunade bowed her blonde head, as she walked through the rows of bodies.
Footprints, had told her that Sakura had already been here, seen these horrible sights.
It bothered her thoroughly, that Sakura had seen this.
She had hoped that her student would never have had to experience this.
Tsunade followed the footprints, looking down at the ground.
The footprints, stopping, made Tsunade come to a halt.
The blonde woman, raised her head, the wind howled across her body, to see her daughter, student and, friend's back to her, face cupped into her hands.
The woman stood still, gazing at Sakura crying.
Closing her eyes, Tsunade took a brave step towards Sakura before she began to talk.
"…Sakura?" Tsunade asked in a quiet and cautious voice.
Mist came about them again, as Sakura continued to sob, her back facing the opposite direction of her teacher, showing no signs of hearing her.
Tsunade sighed, and continued to walk towards Sakura in a slow pace.
"Hey…Saku-chan," The woman said, as if playing with her student's name would help her feel better.
Sakura stopped crying, to answer her sensei,
"You were right, Tsunade-sensei," She began, her voice quivering as she turned to look into her teacher's brown eyes,
"He really is dead."
Tsunade winced, at the blank look that Sakura gave her.
"Sakura," She began to say in a comforting tone, Sakura could not here her.
She was drowning.
It was too much to deal with right now.
She could not take this pain.
She wanted to escape this tunnel of sadness.
The ground to Sakura seemed to shake in her minds eye, and the mist seemed to wrap itself against her body.
Darkness, formed around Sakura, as she heard her sensei call her name.
The name was lost in the wind, as the world seemed to close in on her.
Thus, Sakura closed her jade eyes, and fainted.
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So, there ya go. My first fanfiction. Sry it was so long. The next chapter is not as long!!!
Oh yeah, todays my B-day!! (Feb. 19)
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