Hey everyone! YC here with a brand new story! I found myself obsessed with this couple when I read a story with this pairing, and since then I've been writing stories for them. But I didn't want to post anything that I didn't really put effort into, but with this story I did, so here it is! Welcome to the world of Desert Blossom.
Here's the full summary, which is very important as there are several simple changes made.
First off, Sakura was born in the Land of Wind and trained under Chiyo as a medic-nin alongside her best friend, Ino. Because there was no Sasuke to break up their friendship, they remain close friends throughout the majority of the story, though they still have rivalry between them. Ino, Sakura, and Sai were placed in a team together, and back in Konoha, Shikamaru is in a team with Sasuke and Naruto. But Sakura agreed to something she shouldn't have, fell in love with someone she shouldn't have, and when he finds out something he shouldn't have, he comes to the wrong conclusion! Exiled from Sunagakure and the Land of Wind, Sakura hides in a town on the Land of Wind's border, feigning amnesia and desperately seeking a new purpose in her life. A year has passed, and something terrible is in the air, but Sakura, exiled from the Land of Wind and thought to be a shinobi traitor, cannot do anything to stop it! So what will she do now?
Disclaimer: I do not own! The world of Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. However, this is my twist on the Naruto series, therefore the majority of this plot is my own.
I was standing in the sun, my odd pink hair contrasting strongly with the golden sand that surrounded me. I closed my eyes, shielding them from the burning sun, and then I waited. And I waited. Finally, the wind shifted, and I opened my eyes to find a man in Kazekage robes standing there. I bowed respectfully, and he nodded at me coldly. "You called for me, Kazekage-sama?" I questioned in a soft tone, and he nodded again.
"Yes, I did. Haruno Sakura… Chiyo-baa's favorite student." He sneered slightly, and I nodded, reigning in my irritation. I quite enjoyed having my head attached to my body, thank you.
"I was, Kazekage-sama." I said, emphasizing the past-tense slightly.
"You excelled in healing and in the art of making potent poisons…" The man said with a pointed look, and I frowned.
"You… need me for poison making?" I asked incredulously, and he nodded tensely.
"As you know…my son is an extremely dangerous and unstable monster." He said icily, and I nodded with a frown, not liking where he was going. "For the moment, he is… helpful. He succeeds in all his missions, but he also kills people who are on our side." He narrowed his eyes as he said this, grinding his teeth in irritation. "Every assassination attempt has failed because all physical attacks are instantly blocked by Shukaku's sand."
"I see. So you want to take a different route, then?" I guessed, and he nodded curtly, not even sparing me a glance.
"Physical attacks don't work, even if the attacker is close to him. Your mission, Haruno, is S classed." He stated coldly, and I immediately straightened up. "You are to get close to that monster, and once you have his trust… slip a poison of your choice into his food or drink. Ensure that it is potent enough to kill him, Haruno. Do you accept this mission?" He asked me icily, and I nodded affirmation.
"I would be honored, Kazekage-sama. I will succeed where all others have failed." I said with a bow, and he nodded.
"Once you are certain you can successfully poison him, come to me. I will decide whether or not he has outlived his usefulness." He growled softly before disappearing in a swirl of wind.
"Saki-sama." A soft voice jerked me from my nightmarish memory, and I snapped my head around to see a small girl standing there. My hair had grown longer over the years, and I kept the mid-back length pink hair up in a high ponytail. It had taken me almost a month to finally adjust to acknowledging my new identity, 'Saki', as my name. I had come to this village after being forced out of Sunagakure, injured, and pretending that I had no memory of my past.
I was found just outside the town by a man who took me in when he realized I 'couldn't remember anything'. At first, he didn't know what to call me. We waited for my 'memories to return', and after some time, we gave up. The man dubbed me 'Saki'. Briefly, I wondered if he would appreciate the irony of it…"Saki-sama?" The girl called again, looking at me worriedly.
"What is it, Miyuki?" I asked the girl with a soft smile, and she looked at me fearfully.
"It's daddy. He got hurt again." She said quietly, and I smiled reassuringly at her. I offered her my hand, and she happily took it, leading me out of the small house and towards a small building that was being built. "There." Miyuki pointed towards a man who was laying on one of the planks.
"Thank you, Miyuki." I gave the girl another reassuring smile so she would release her tiny grip on my hand before I made my way over to the man. "Idiot." I chided him lightly, and he grinned sheepishly at me. He had green eyes and blonde hair, while Miyuki had blue eyes and blonde hair. The man held his arm out to me, and I rolled my eyes, delicately taking it. "This is the fourth time you've broken something since you found me." I said thoughtfully as I started to heal his broken bone. I wouldn't be able to heal it all the way, but I could speed up the healing process.
"I know. I'd be lost without you." The man said with a laugh, and I shook my head at him, a small smile dancing at my lips. After a month of me staying in the town, someone got badly hurt. Without thinking, I healed him, and everyone saw. Realizing my mistake, I had thought up a quick excuse, feigning fear. I lied and said that I acted on instinct and had no idea what I had done or how, nor why I knew what to do.
Accepting that I had once been a medic shinobi, and that I had no memory of it, they moved on, putting my skills to use. They helped me 'learn' how to use the powers when I needed to, and I became the village healer. "Yes you would. And you'd have none of your limbs either." I teased and he laughed.
"Hey, I never broke my right leg. Just my left." He said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, and you broke it twice." I commented and he shook his head.
"You have no faith in me." He whined and I rolled my eyes, pulling my hands away from his arm.
"You need to get that wrapped, or else you'll re-break it… and I won't heal it if you do." I added before my words gave him any ideas.
"All right, all right. Such a nag." He whined and I grinned at him, shooing him off towards the doctor. As I watched him go, my smile faded and I narrowed my eyes, standing up straight. I raised my head to the mountains to the southwest, frowning deeply in concentration.
"You got style, girl."
"And you've got some awesome attacks, Temari. It's a wonder how you aren't a Chuunin yet." I complimented and she shrugged.
"Baki wants us to be at our best. Besides, you know that my father wants his shinobi as powerful and well trained as possible." She said calmly, but I heard a bit of bitterness in her tone.
"It must be rough." I said with a sigh, and she looked at me questioningly. "Having a father that pretty much neglects you… I mean, no offense, but the Kazekage doesn't exactly scream hugs and kisses type." I said with a snort of distaste and Temari barked out a laugh.
"You got that right, Sakura. He's a dick." She laughed and I grinned at her. "What about your parents?" Temari asked curiously.
"Not sure." I admitted with a thoughtful frown. "I don't have any. No clue who they were, or even if they are alive. I was found by Chiyo-baasama when I was a baby. She brought me here and I was raised in the orphanage." I explained without a care.
"Is that why she trained you?" Temari asked and I shook my head.
"Well, kind of, but not really. I was four years old and I was hurt pretty bad. She hadn't yet retired at this point, mind you." I said quickly before continuing. "Anyways, she healed me up and that inspired me to become a medic. After a lot of arguing, I finally managed to convince her to train me." I said with a grin.
"But I don't get it. If you wanted to be a medic, why did you stop training?" Temari asked in confusion, and my smile faded.
"I excelled, Temari. That's why." I said with a sigh, and she blinked, looking even more confused. "It took me only three years to be as good of a healer as her. Then another three years to be as good of a potion maker as her. I stayed for another year under her guidance, helping her train Ino, but I left when I turned eleven. Then I trained for two years, mastering my own jutsu's." I explained with a small sigh.
I opened my eyes again, letting the memory fade to the back of my mind once more. Stay where you belong. I thought as I turned on my heel to head back to my home. In the past.
I stared up at the sky, sitting on the edge of my window. When I moved into the house with Miyuki and her father, I had asked them to install a large bay window that faced southwest. When they asked why, I told them it was because I felt something there. Something calling me from within my memories. The memories part was a lie, but something was calling me. I stared at the southwestern sky, watching as the clouds drifted across it, disappearing behind the mountains.
I wonder if he ever thinks of me… I mused before narrowing my eyes, anger slapping away any other emotion I had. Of course he doesn't. Even if he does, it's probably just to figure out if I'm dead yet and he has one less issue on his plate. I snapped at myself, glaring at the mountains that separated him from me. When I was exiled from Sunagakure, they had also exiled me from the Land of Wind. However, I ignored the last part. Determined to be close to Suna in case something happened, I stayed in this border town, which was just inside the Sunagakure border with the Land of Rivers.
Because it was a border town, shinobi often passed through, so I spent most of my time in my room, only leaving when someone was hurt bad enough that they couldn't come to me on their own. When I was home, I would sit in my bay window and watch the southwestern mountain range. And sitting there, I would feel the chakra, forever mixed with evil, and just feel it… His chakra.
So, guessed who 'he' is yet? Yeah, I know, not that big of a challenge, but *shrug*. Please read and review, as reviews make me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. ;)