This is a one shot, which I'm testing out to see if it'll work for an idea I have for a full length story. Review and lemme know if it's any good, and worth going into.

BTW, this will only be the first chappy of the whole story, so nothing's gonna be explained. I just wana see if the opening will be decent, and if it is, I'll either incorporate the plot into by current Naruto fic, or I'll just abandon it and start this one. You tell, me: the readers are my boss.

"Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire" –Kurt Tucholsky.

The Power of Demolished Love

The wind blew slightly. Just enough for the leaves to be lifted weakly off the ground in the setting sunlight; having their forms cast shadows in the dieing red light. The light cast itself upon the figure of a young woman with pink hair, roughly nineteen. She was dressed in a Chuunin green vest, and bore a Jounin arm brace. If her sleeves were exposed, they would reveal a simple tattoo which would reveal herself as a AMBU member, though she resigned a long time ago. Her face, at first glance, bore no emotion, though one who knew her could tell that it was the face of an old sadness, regret, and pain, as she stood in front of the four gravestones. Upon each, she had placed a red rose.

Turning away as the wind rose up again, she walked back to her apartment. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the doorframe. After a moment of rest, the removed her clothes and prepared a shower. Letting the hot water roll down her back, she allowed the steam to rise and fill the whole bathroom. Not bothering to put on any clothes after drying off, she walked straight to bed and fell asleep. Her last though before drifting off was a pang of fear.

Her fear was well founded, as the dream began again. She was running through a densely wooded area, sprinting as fast as her legs could carry her. Moments later, she saw a dead body, killed only an hour beforehand at max, leaning spread eagle, belly up over a low branch. There were at least five kunai in his chest and back. Not even pausing, she continued to run. There were more bodies as she ran forward, and more signs of an immense battle: discarded weapons, scorch marks, and a smell of death as she pressed on, reaching the epicenter of an already ended battle. The bodies now lined the ground as she finally immerged from the forest. The forest sat atop an enormous cliff that overlooked a great canyon; at least two miles across and running off into the sunset. As she immerged from the forest, stumbling over the bodies, she saw a figure standing at the edge of the cliff. It was only now that she realized that all the bodies, every single one, bore the same uniform, meaning that they were all from the same army. This left her wondering who killed these people. She turned her attention back to the man standing on the cliff. His back was facing her as he looked out over the cliff. At his feet were dozens of bodies; perhaps sixty, probably more. She slowly walked up to him, gaining a better view of him. He wore a long, flowing white cloak. Upon it were patters of jagged red. His spiky, bright yellow hair, which once sat short and not exceeding the length of his ears, instead now fell long, approaching the middle of his back. She swiftly came to the realization that it was this figure that had alone, killed all these people. But there wasn't a scratch on him: not a stain on his white garments, not a ruffle in his hair. He had apparently, effortlessly killed these other shinobi. She finally stood next to him, looking into his face. Since the sun was near set, there was a shadow covering his face, obscuring his features. But she could see one thing: his eyes. They shone bright red, with a black slit down the center where a pupil should be. However, along with the madness and power in the eyes, there was also a calmness, a sense of total control, as if two fighting forces within the eyes had come to an alliance long ago, and now stood together as one, portrayed though those eyes. Turning her head again, she looked out over the length of the canyon, extending into the sunset. She then saw it. The entire canyon, width to width, and spreading out over the entire length, was filled with bodies of shinobi. Millions of them. They covered every inch of the ground. All were killed in one battle. By one person. The person standing beside her, smiling as he admired his handiwork. It was too much. She screamed with more mortal anguish than a person should be allowed to feel. A scream from the deaths of her soul.

Her eyes flew open as the dream ended abruptly. She lay flat on her back, covered in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. As her breathing subsided, the tears came. Silent, and slow, the rose up in her eyes and fell freely, not accompanied by any sobs. Slowly, the tears passed, and she rose from her bed. Grabbing her housecoat, she walked into her kitchen and put on some tea. Waiting for the water to boil, she walked into her living room. Turning in a circle, she looked at all her pictures, carefully framed and bathed in moonlight from her open window. She looked at herself as a young girl, the formation of her first ninja team, subsiding pictures of proud moments over the years such as her becoming a Jounin, her moving out, and her with her friends. The wisle went, and she poured herself a cup. Walking back into her living room, she stopped in mid step, looking at the picture set in a small frame in the middle of her mantelpiece. She smiled, and for once felt a warm, happy feeling flood her system. She stood there, drinking her tea and simply looking at her favorite picture: her and Naruto, dressed in full AMBU gear, on the day they were assigned as full fledged AMBU members. She could still remember that moment after the picture was taken, as Naruto turned to her, smiled and said, "Sakura, we finally made it."

Finishing her tea, she walked back to bed and fell into a happy, dreamless sleep.

xxxxEndxxxx

Well, any good? I know, everyone hates cliffhangers, and this is intended as an oneshot, but only for the purposes of testing out my idea. If you like it and want me to make it a full story, tell me in your reviews. Should I add this to my current Naruto story, or have this stand on its own? Lemme know.

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