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"Every new beginning comes from another Beginning's end."

When Sakura saw the blast, she had thought it was beautiful. The glowing entity reaching up, almost like it was trying to catch the sun. It had entranced her, and made her forget about everything. When the sound of the explosion reached her, it wasn't a loud harsh sound like she had expected; it was a deep vibrating hum of raw chakra and fire. It reverberated through her body, strange feelings coming over her, unable to tear her eyes away until the bright light began to fade.

Then she came to her senses. They needed to get Sasuke back to Konoha, and it looked likely that he could have been hurt, or worse. She hurried to the site of the explosion, even though the rumbling aftershock had not yet stopped. She used her chakra to push herself off the mossy tree branches even faster, almost slipping in her anxiousness. Was she finally going to bring Sasuke home? For Naruto? She wanted to repay Naruto for all the times he had saved her, and the friendship he had given. Kakashi would also find relief in his return. She knew he felt responsible for his defection. Her own feelings for Sasuke were uncertain as of now. She needed to see him to find clarity in her feelings.

Crows and other birds flew from the direction of the explosion, fleeing the site of destruction as fast as they could. The sound of their wings and terror deepened her feeling of impending doom in her chest.

She reached the edge of the trees and paused, the ones here were blackened where they faced the devastation, their moss still clinging to the other side. She gazed at the decimated area, stumps of trees still sprouting little orange flames. She doubted anyone was alive here. Her lungs tried to reject the tainted air, and the sharp sound of her coughing interrupted the stunned silence of the forest. The after effects of the bomb made the air hum with chakra, making it difficult for her to distinguish any individual chakra signatures as she searched for a familiar one.

The ground was hot beneath her feet, even through her thick travelling boots. She began to trudge towards the centre of the crater, her heart sinking as she smelled burning flesh. Her eyes watered from the smoke, decreasing her visibility even further. What was she going to find? She was so terrified of finding Sasuke's charred corpse and having to tell Naruto, that she felt sick with dread. However, in the back of her mind, she knew that she would be partly relieved. No more searching, no more long sleepless nights wondering if he was alright. It would be over. She continued to search, not knowing what to hope for.

She tensed. There was a body, lying face down in the blackened earth, which was darker with sticky, burned blood around where his body lay. Strangely enough, his hair was untouched. The long, pretty gold tresses didn't even have any blood on. It wasn't Sasuke. He had on the standard Akatsuki ring and trousers, although he wore no cloak or hat. She was certain that this was the bomber Naruto had fought.

She checked the pulse, moving the hair to touch his neck. His skin was hot to touch, and she could feel a definite pulse. She gently rolled him onto his back to get a better look at the damage. The man's face was covered in dirt and blood. She would clean it if he survived. She looked at his torso and gasped when she saw what looked like a small hollow cavity in the man's chest, with two ribs sticking straight out of his body, fractured as though something had burst from his torso. She'd never seen a wound like this before. No major organs seemed to have been hit, which she found strange considering the hole took up some of the space where the heart and lungs should have been. She placed her hands over the hollow bleeding space and poured her chakra into it. This man might know something about Sasuke.

She couldn't believe what she discovered. The reason that there was no organ damage was because the organs had never occupied that space. The heart was further towards the top of the torso than it should have been, and the left lung was partially collapsed. It looked like he had been this way for quite some time looking at the moulded shape of the tissues. It seemed as though some ball shaped object had been the cause of the hollow space and collapsed lung.

Without hesitating any longer, she began to heal him. First she used her chakra to inflate the collapsed lung, clearing the blood and mucus, making him cough it up. She was amazed he had been able to fight in this condition. She replicated cells in his aorta and pulmonary vein, lengthening them so she could move the heart to its correct place. With her chakra she could tell that the heart was also a lot smaller than it should have been for a man of this size, so she tried something. She made it bigger. She replicated the muscle tissue of his heart until it felt larger and stronger. The healing had cost her a lot of chakra, but she still had to close up the open wound. She had disinfected it as best she could, but chakra wasn't the best thing for fighting infection. She wished she had some spirits or something. She pushed the ribs back into their correct position, wincing at the rough grating noise they made when they slipped into place. She used enough chakra just to make them stick, but not heal them completely. She encouraged skin cells to replicate, her hands glowing a beautiful green colour. She didn't notice him crack open a vivid blue eye and focus on her concentrating face blearily.

" 'M alive?" He croaked through swollen lips that were caked in dried blood.

She jumped, but managed to keep her chakra steady. It was very surprising that he was alive at all, let alone able to speak. Surely he couldn't have any chakra left after the firework display he just put on. He tried to move his arms to reach out for something, failing as he just twitched and remained as he was.

"You shouldn't move; you've taken a lot of damage." She said softly, continuing to close the wound and smooth over the skin with her chakra. She wanted to close it completely, but it didn't look like she had the energy. She bit her lip as she found herself reaching the end of her reserves, and the world seemed to be getting darker.

"You're cute, yeah..." Was the last thing she heard before she found herself falling against his warm torso, unable to remain conscious.

A/N: This is the first chapter of my new DeiSaku fic. There is much more to come I promise! I promise exploitation of clichés, invention of new ones, and many situations in which dignity is compromised!

(I am aware that beginnings similar to this have been used in other fics. I promise the rest will be very different to other DeiSaku fics. Also much longer chapters; this is just a prologue.)

Just hit the review button to inspire me!