The Timeline of

Sarouna and Madara

By:Moondragon0494

Chapter 1:The Ninja Academy

A young girl with bubblegum pink hair was fast asleep in her bed, her tiny hands clutching the picture of her parents close to her chest. She never met them, for she was told they died on a mission a few days after her birth. She didn't quite understand what a mission was, but she did understand that her parents were gone...forever.

A tear graced the girl's cheek, she was dreaming about her parents again. A woman with dark red hair tied in a bun came into the bedroom to find the girl writhing in her sleep, more tears staining her cheeks. The woman sat down by the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder, and then she began to gently shake her awake. The woman whispered, "Sarouna...Sarouna...wake up, you'll be late for your first day."

The girl's eyelids fluttered open, revealing shimmery green irises. She sat up, "Morning Izumi-chan."

Izumi chuckled; she was getting too old for the enthusiastic little girl's endless energy, especially in the mornings. She placed a hand on Sarouna's bubblegum head, "Don't forget you have school today missy."

Sarouna whined, "Awe but Izumi-chan I don't want to go to school!"

Izumi asked in a motherly tone, "Why's that?"

Sarouna stated, "School just sounds boring, and what if the kids make fun of my hair like they do when they pass me on the streets?"

Izumi stood up, "Then you say to those kids 'you're just jealous' and walk away."

Sarouna sighed, "Ok."

Izumi smiled, "That's a good girl, now get dressed, breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs."

With that she closed the door, Izumi was Sarouna's Grandmother, the last remaining member of her family, except for her sister but Kami only knows where she was sent. She denied the fact that she was getting old, she hated to think about losing her youth, hence why she constantly kept her hair color in check. She hated to admit it but Sarouna was starting to become increasingly difficult to care for as she grew up, Izumi shook the thought from her head as she headed downstairs to make breakfast.

Sarouna darted down the stairs in a flower-patterned kimono; she held two palm-length ribbons in her hands. She handed the ribbons to Izumi and said in an energetic voice, "Izumi-chan can you braid my hair?"

Izumi gave a dimpled smile, "I thought we saved that for special occasions?"

Sarouna smiled, showing her perfect pearly whites, "This is a special casionon!"

Izumi corrected, "Occasion, now sit down and eat your breakfast."

Sarouna sat down and as she ate Izumi braided her hair. Suddenly, a puzzling thought struck her and she spoke it aloud, "Izumi-chan are there boys in school?"

Izumi paused, not liking the direction the conversation had suddenly taken, but Sarouna was only seven. Izumi sighed, "Of course, both boys and girls go to school."

Sarouna giggled, "I want to meet a CUTE boy! I heard they're real! Have you ever met a cute boy Izumi-chan?"

Izumi looked sad, "Yes."

Sarouna asked, "Who?"

Izumi smiled, though the smile didn't reach her eyes, "Your grandfather."

Sarouna turned around to look at her Grandmother, but Izumi rushed her out the door, "Don't worry I finished your braids, now off to school you go!"

Sarouna hopped on to the school cart that was carried by two strong-looking horses. The horses both had a rider seated atop them; Sarouna ignored the whispers and snickers of the other children that were being directed towards her. She admired the scenery around her until the cart stopped in front of a brick building; she tried to read a sign next to the brick building that said: Konoha Ninja Academy.

With help from a teacher Sarouna was able to find her classroom. She soon found out that this brick building was the school, and it definitely wasn't as small as it looked. She took a seat at a desk, and soon the rest of the class entered, they all looked just as confused and scared as she did...except for one.

Sarouna was transfixed; this had to be a cute boy. Everything about him was just so...perfect. Sure he had a strange hair style, but his strange hair style just seemed to add to his cuteness. He was wearing a plain maroon shirt and a tan pair of shorts, what really caught Sarouna's eye was the necklace he wore with a charm that reminded her of a lollipop on it.

A voice whispered in her ear, "Um... I may not know you but I wouldn't stare at that boy."

Just at that moment the boy locked her emerald orbs with his onyx ones, forcing her to look away. She did not like to make eye contact with anyone, least of all a cute boy. She turned to the person who had whispered in her ear, it was a girl with curly dark blue hair and lavender eyes. Sarouna smiled, "Um, hi I'm Sarouna. Thanks for the advice."

The girl shook her hand, "Hi Sarouna, I'm Mitsukai."

Sarouna looked confused, "Um sorry that's a big name, what's it mean?"

Mitsukai smiled, "It means 'angel' in Japanese."

Sarouna smiled, "Can I just call you Angel then?"

Angel nodded, obviously happy to have made a friend so quickly. Sarouna was happy she made a friend at all; usually her odd hair prevented that from happening. She glanced behind her to see the boy with the necklace take a seat, she noticed noone went over to talk to him, maybe he had no friends because of his strange hair too. She shook her head and turned to Angel, "Who is he?"

Angel glared at the strange boy, Sarouna didn't understand why; he hadn't done anything wrong to make her mad. Angel said, "That's Madara Uchiha, and trust me you should stay away from him."

Sarouna was curious, "Why?"

Angel hissed, "He belongs to the Uchiha clan, they're all bad news if you ask me. Why else would they have their own village INSIDE a village? I'll tell you why, because the Hokage doesn't like them."

Sarouna felt nothing but pity as she turned to look at Madara once more; she was shocked to find he was already looking at her as she turned to look at him. Once more their gazes locked, but this time Madara was the first to look away as the teacher entered the room. Sarouna shuddered; this was going to be a long school year.