A/N: Some of these family relationships will be a little awkward because my crazy brother and I came up with them . . . You'll see what I mean when you start reading. But if you get past the awkwardness of it, I hope you enjoy!! :-D And Sakura and Sasuke will be in the next chapter because in the prologue, they aren't even born yet.

One more thing: OMG! I am neglecting my other fan-fictions to write this silly thing! :-O I'm a traitor! But don't worry . . . I'm writing all of them at once. I'm just not finishing chapters of each, at once. Since I'm a neglectful person of my stories, don't expect this to be updated regularly. Thanks!! Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters, but I own this fan-fiction idea. (It's a crazy idea, I know. But my brother came up with it! I swear he did! I'm only writing it! :-D Well... Maybe I came up with a little of it… Uh, enjoy!!)

Warning: This chapter will have a tiny bit of language, and a little reference to . . . sex. :-O But it's not that much of a deal, so don't worry. Yep.


Shattered Hearts
By SpacePirateGirl
Dedicated to Xshadowolf

Prologue

(Konohagakure Palace)

(Seventeen Years and Ten Months Ago)

She couldn't believe the castle was under siege after all these years of peace. And Orochimaru was serious about attacking, too! He had millions of men, attacking the castle right now, relentlessly and mercilessly.

Hurrying around, Shizune saved the lives of those who she could with her medical skills. Many of her subordinates were running around, as well, doing the same as she was. It was a battle. Many would be lost, but if they could save even a small portion, they would do everything they could.

Seeing a dying soldier, she ran toward him, hoping to save him before it was too late.

Except it wasn't too late. This time, it was too early. The soldiers had not left yet.

As soon as she knelt down beside the man, she was surrounded by King Orochimaru's men. They were arguing over something.

"We got here first," one of them with silver hair claimed. "Back off. She's ours."

"No, we got here first," a woman with red hair protested. "Besides, there's four of us, and only three of you assholes. You really think it's a good idea to fight over just a wimpy bitch like her?"

A man with very lightly shaded lavender hair stepped next to his obvious partner. "That's right, Suigetsu. Your team should back off."

Shizune's eyes widened when she realized what they were fighting over—her. "What do you want?" she demanded angrily. "Have you no mercy for someone trying to save lives?"

The group of Orochimaru's knights glanced at her indifferently, but then turned back to each other, totally ignoring her words.

"Obviously, this is going to become a problem," a different woman with red hair claimed. "We can share the reward of capturing her equally between our two teams."

"Stop acting like an idiot, Karin," Suigetsu ordered, even though he appeared to be on the same team as her. "We're taking the whole reward, not just half of it. Like I said, back off, Tayuya," he said now talking to his red-haired opponent. "We'll fight for her if we have to."

"Suigetsu . . ." said another man from behind.

The woman named Tayuya laughed. "I'm up for a fight, eh, Sakon?"

Sakon debated the issue for a fraction. "No. We'll waste time, and she'll escape. Leave her to us, Suigetsu."

"You leave her to us."

Karin sighed. "Okay. That's enough. How about we let her decide who to come with."

Shizune backed away fearfully as their gazes returned to her. "What do you want?" she repeated angrily, her hand discreetly reaching for a dagger near her belt of medical supplies. She knew that women weren't technically supposed to fight, but she was equipped with a weapon, just in case the worst happened. And the worst had just happened.

"Well, woman? What's it going to be?" Suigetsu questioned, stepping toward her.

She sprang and plunged the dagger into his shoulder.

He yelped in either surprise or pain, yet pulled back, yanking the dagger from her hand. Then he pulled it from his body, amused at her feeble attack.

"Fuck you!" she screamed and began running away, running as fast as she possible could. Her fierce façade dropped immediately, and she knew if she wasn't running, she would be hyperventilating. "Somebody, help!"

Her feet tripped over one of the many bodies outside Konohagakure Palace, and suddenly Shizune screamed as ground drew closer to her face.

Pound.

Her face collided with the dirt, and Orochimaru's knights had caught up with her. She felt a sword's very tip as it pricked her neck. Struggling not to wince in pain, Shizune brought her face off the ground and spit out the dirt she had in her mouth.

"Looks like I got her," said Sakon.

"Damn it! Why'd she have to stab me?" That voice was Suigetsu's.

The female on his team sighed in frustration. "Maybe next time you won't let your guard down, you idiot. Let's go tell the rest of the army to pull back. Orochimaru has what he wants."

Tayuya agreed with a small noise. "Right. We'll take care of this wench here."

Shizune heard fading footsteps as one of the two groups walked away. Her neck was burning with pain from where the sword was pointing. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized she was captured. She had heard stories of prisoners of war, and how they suffered the awful tortures of interrogation.

Rough hands yanked her up, and she struggled until the sword plunged deeper into her neck. Letting out a scream of pain, Shizune struggled no more.

"I don't see why the hell Orochimaru wanted her," the one name Sakon commented to his three partners. "She's not even that tough."

Throb.

Shizune clenched—her eyes shut tightly, hoping they hadn't damaged any vital part in her neck when they recklessly pulled the sword out.

"It doesn't matter," said a voice she hadn't heard before, but she suspected it belonged to the larger one with a mostly bald head. "Orochimaru's orders. We don't question—only obey."

Tayuya sauntered around Sakon and eyed Shizune menacingly, paying no heed to proximity. "Listen, woman. If you even try an escape, you'll wish you were never born. Got it?"

Shizune glared straight back, but still she nodded in fear of what would happen.

"Good. Orochimaru-sama will appreciate your obedience."

Orochimaru wanted her of all people. But why? Recently she knew Tsunade had fled Orochimaru and had married Jiraiya instead. The Queen had hated Orochimaru's ways, and thought Konohagakure was a much nicer place to live.

Now Orochimaru had no possible way to have an heir, ever since Tsunade left him. Was . . . that why he wanted her?

"Move it," Sakon ordered, and she found herself being pulled away into enemy territory—eventually to Orochimaru's castle, she knew.

Shizune understood there was no point in resistance, but still she believed she would be saved somehow. Somehow.

(Fourteen Years and Seven Months Ago)

"You've given birth to a daughter, Tsunade," the nurse explained happily.

A daughter? Jiraiya had wanted a son . . .

The nurse strolled over, and placed the baby in Tsunade's arms. She laughed, forgetting the gender of her child. The girl was lovely, and as soon as she saw Tsunade's face, she stopped crying and even made an expression that looked like an attempt at a smile.

Sooner before later, the nurse took the baby away from Tsunade. Ever since Shizune had been captured—for a little more than three years—the Queen had claimed the new position as head of the medical unit. After all, she had taught Shizune the ways of healing, and since Shizune had been imprisoned, Tsunade was the only one suited for the job. It had become troublesome though when she had found herself pregnant and unable to help herself give birth.

Oh, Shizune, I wish you were here to see my child.

The nurse returned with Jiraiya, who was holding the baby girl in his arms.

"You wanted a boy," Tsunade said hesitantly.

Jiraiya looked up toward her, a joyful expression on his face. "I don't care now that I've seen this little beauty," he teased, gesturing to the baby in his arms.

Tsunade smiled. "Since she's not a boy, we'll need to decide on a different name," she said. "Any ideas?"

"Nope," Jiraiya admitted.

The baby started crying, and Tsunade reached out a hand to the girl, patting her on the head. After a few moments of comfort from Jiraiya and Tsunade, their daughter stopped whining.

The nurse saw this and smiled cheerfully as she opened the window, allowing the light to seep in. "What a beautiful season to birth a child," she commented. "The time of the cherry blossoms."

Tsunade glanced out the window, and nodded in agreement as she saw pink on the castle grounds outside. Pink petals.

"Sakura," Jiraiya said suddenly, jolting Tsunade's attention back to the baby girl.

Tsunade frowned in confusion. "What?"

"We'll name her Sakura," Jiraiya explained.

Sakura, the word meaning cherry blossom. "Perfect," Tsunade agreed.

The girl—Sakura—was perfect in every way for Jiraiya and Tsunade.

Yet somewhere far away, a three-year-old boy watched as his own mother gave birth to a baby girl, her third child including him. The screams of pain rang in his ears as the nurse tried to calm the patient down. He had heard giving birth to a child was not easy, and his mother had done it three times.

Soon his father was holding the baby girl as his mother still overcame the pain, the torture of giving birth, even after the deed was done. The boy glanced at his younger brother who was standing beside him, completely emotionless, utterly indifferent.

The three-year-old removed his gaze from his careless brother and glared at his father when no one was looking. How could his father hold this girl—the boy's little sister—in his sick and sinful hands of his!? Whatever was to happen, the boy swore never to let any harm come to this girl, no matter the cost. He would be sure to keep his promise.