(A/N: This is a Monster/Naruto crossover fanfiction. Well, more like, Sakura dies during the Fourth Great Ninja War and gets reincarnated into the world of Monster. Ever since I finished Monster, which wasn't that long ago, I wanted to do a Naruto/Monster fanfic. The world of Monster is very complex. This is a slow burner, so don't expect very fast updates. Enjoy! Rated M because…this is Monster and there may be some sexual content later. I don't own Naruto or Monster! And by the way, Johan is the best villain ever!

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Isana Blum

I can't remember what happened. All I know was that I felt a burning pain in my lower abdomen and then blacked out, not before hearing a desperate male voice shouting, "Don't die, Sakura!"

I'm sorry, Naruto. Team Seven's happy reunion… Looks like I won't be able to see it.

Sounds…

Sounds were everywhere…

She could hear a woman's laughter and a man's joy.

She tried to open her eyes, but they stayed shut, her eyelids feeling heavy. Finally, she managed to force her eyes open to see a woman with dark blonde hair and green eyes and a man with brown hair and matching brown eyes hovering over her with tearful, happy smiles.

"Hello," the woman finally spoke. "Isana."

Once her daughter, Isana, turned one, her mother, Carla, noticed some oddities about her. For one, there was the matter of her physical appearance. It wasn't much worth being worried over. As soon as her hair started to grow, it was brown just like her father's, but in the past few weeks a light hue of pink began to fester into the brown coloring. Another feature was her slightly larger than average forehead.

Other than that, she looked like a completely normal, one-year-old baby girl. She had the same green eyes as her mother's along with her facial features combined with her father's buttoned down nose and the curve of her lips looks almost like her father's when she smiles.

However, the key words were she looked like a normal child.

The way Isana looks around, watching the world, didn't seem like that of childish curiosity, but of a calm and analytical observer, as if she's processing new information into her tiny brain.

Isana was a very quiet child. She rarely cried. Not even the time when she tripped over a pile of books she left on the floor as she was reviewing the pressure points of the human body and broke her glass cup, spilling water and glass all over the floor. Carla winced at the deafening noise, instantly expecting a loud wail soon to follow from her daughter's bedroom.

However, not a sound whistled from her baby's room. Not even a peep or a sniffle of someone struggling not to cry.

Forgetting the shards of glass on the floor, Carla rushed up Isana's room, thinking that something may be wrong with her daughter. To her surprise, she saw her daughter calmly staring up at her, not even the least bit bothered by the loud clash from before.

Carla knew that she was supposed to feel relieved, but what overcame her was the feeling of anxiety. Any ordinary baby would be screaming their lungs out by the earsplitting clash of fallen glass. Was her baby not normal? She wondered if she had some sort of defect. Carla needed to find time to make an appointment to a doctor.

A few months went by after that, and Isana finally began to talk.

Hearing Isana call her 'mommy' for the first time made Carla's eyes swell up with joyous tears. What is there to be expected of a new mother being called 'mom' for the first time?

Conversely, there was one word that confused her once her baby started speaking.

"Shannaro!"

Carla turned to see her daughter pushing a plate of baby spinach away with her face scrunched up in disgust.

Shannaro, that was a word her baby started to say to express frustration, annoyance, or excitement over something she likes or dislikes. The doctor explained once that it may be a verbal tic. It wasn't uncommon for some children to have them.

Isana first shouted that word out when she met her uncle for the first time, pushing him away when he picked her up, obviously repulsed by the smell of cigarette smoke exhaling from his mouth.

The word, however, didn't sound German at all. If she had put a finger on the language, it sounded Japanese more than anything else. But she couldn't be sure. It was only a verbal tic, it could be anything, possibly even a made up language that Isana created.

The last oddity about her daughter was that once she turned three, a violet rhombus began to take form on the middle of her forehead. Now this concerned Carla most of all. What was that marking? She prayed to god that it wasn't anything serious. That it was merely a large birthmark and nothing more.

All these abnormal quirks of her daughter bothered Carla. Fortunately, her doctor informed her that all this…weirdness, for lack of better words, surrounding her daughter was nothing to fret over. She was a perfectly, healthy baby girl.

Carla just prayed that her school life wouldn't bring more anomalies to her daughter's behavior.

(A/N: That's it! The end of the first chapter. Honestly, I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this. The vague concept of an idea. But let's be honest, I don't know where I'm going with most of my stories. I just have the main plot done and just 'go with the flow' for most of my writing. Of course, I do go back and edit and revise plot points. Anyway, I don't know how involved Sakura, or should I say,Isana would be in the Johan case. All I can say is that she encourages Doctor Tenma to operate on Johan. But other than that, I've got nothing. Not that I don't have an idea. It's just that if she should and how far would she go? This is just...a preview of sorts, and to see what do you guys think of the concept and if I should keep going.

By the way, what would you guys think of a Isana [Sakura]/Johan pairing? Yes, I know that this is nearly impossible, but I'm not trying pull off a flowery and romantic pairing. It's going to be dark and twisted like the psychologically damaging way Monster, most notably, Johan is to his victims and acquaintances.

Ideas, requests, criticism, reviews, let me hear them! And thank you for reading!)