Shatter the Broken

Prologue: And it Begins with a Crack.

By: Ann Nona Miss

Disclaimer: Naruto is not, and will not, ever be mine.

Summary: Have you ever broken something and left it alone with cracks that couldn't mend? Yet still, it stood tall as if the cracks were but part if itself. Fate just couldn't remain with cracks, it needs to be shattered. Only then will the clans of ancient times will be free from the weave of fate and only one clan can shatter it, with a bit of help that is.

. : : . I was looking for a breath of life... . : : .

She ran, her terrified wide blue eyes fluttering anywhere as well as her long, dark, and curly brown hair. "No" she whispered, her voice soft yet full of pain as she sought out what wanted, no needed. "No!" It was more forceful, more fulfilling as well as chocked back into an abnormal cry. Her feet hit the ground harshly, padding through the night almost as loud as the sharp intakes of her breath. The need to cry was present, her tears, they were pushing it.

She reached it, her destination and didn't hesitate to enter the dark village, midnight, it was well past midnight and she feared for the worst. She already knew in her heart, she just couldn't believe it. The abnormal silence of the dark village wasn't settling in her stomach, bile was rising up her throat but she had to push it down. She slowed to a stop, something just before a house caught her eyes. It was in front an alley.

Dark figures, it was two dark figures she realized as she neared the alley. She could no longer hold back her tears as they cascaded down her eyes. "No" she spoke ever so softly as she suddenly covered her mouth, pushing the bile in the back of her throat back down. She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to rid the image she was seeing. That wasn't going to happened. Tentatively, she opened her eyes, removed her hand, and walked up to the figures at the entrance on an ally. The view became more open as she not only looked at the two bodies but the many that laid within the ally.

Blood, it was everywhere as well as the faces of people who laid still. Horror, pain, fear, and many more expressions of the victims would forever remain in her mind. She sucked in a sharp breath, covering her mouth once more. The vile taste of her stomach acid was ever so persistent. She was stronger than this.

She stumbled backwards, unable to speak. She closed her eyes, willing herself to look away as she turned her head. "I've failed" she was able to whisper. How? When? What had gone wrong. The Fate Weaver, she told her that this couldn't be prevented. Told her that she would fail. She tried so hard too change the Weaver's tale, she tried her hardest to thread the fate of life herself. In reality, she was no Fate Weaver.

Her legs wobbled and fell to her knees, she failed. The words were setting in her mind. This time, she couldn't hold the bile the pushed forward and soon enough, she was spitting out the acids in her stomach. It wasn't like she had anything in there to throw up anyways. She stayed like that a little longer, coughing out the disgusting feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Once she was done she stood still and stared down at what she just threw up. Blood. The coppery taste was still on the tip of her tongue and it was rancid. It was happening... She couldn't run from her own fate. The longer she fought it, the more painful it will get. She sucked in a shaky breath and got up, staggering a bit as she whipped her mouth on her sleeve. She was feeling light headed, a tingling sensation was crawling up her body. She couldn't give up, not now.

A scream snapped her head in the direction, her whole body freezing. Her head shot towards the direction of the scream. It was childlike and familiar in her mind. She took no time into pushing her feet into motion. She ran across the streets, her black cloak trailing after her. Hope filled her very being, "Please" she whispered silently, "Please don't let it be like this".

As she rounded a corner, a child flew out of a particular house. Words caught in her throat as she smashed right into some sort of invisible wall. Stumbling backwards, she grabbed her face. It was like smashing into a brick wall. She looked up and around. "Bellworthy! You have no right to interfere!" She yelled. This was so like that witch. To place her in front of her last chance and leave her completely hopeless.

She closed in on the barrier and pounded her fists, "Sasuke! Run! Sasuke!" She screeched at the suddenly frozen form. Why was he frozen? She darted her eyes before him and noticed that someone was in front of the boy. Her eye zoned on his handsome form. He was tall, well built, strength emitting from him in waves. She stared at his obsidian eyes, matching long hair held back with a band. Pain wretched through her expression, coughing.

"Itachi" She tried to yell but the coughing made it horace and edgy. Her tears once again tipped over the edges of her eyelids. Dread gripped her heart for she feared the worst has yet to come and Bellworthy is all but pleased to show it to her.

Once her coughing settled she wasted no time to scream, "Itachi!" She gulped air and screeched out his name once more "ITACHI". Her throat was becoming sore with the pressure. She heaved in and out as she remained unheard. She laid her head upon the barrier. Her fist that laid upon the invisible force uncurled and slid down. "Itachi" She whimpered out "Don't do it..." She chocked out.

"Foolish little brother" His silky smooth voice made her freeze and focus on him only. "If you wish to kill me, despise me, hate me. Run, run..." her eyes widened, confused and surprised. "Cling to live and survive an unsightly way. Then someday, when you have the same eyes, come to me" She couldn't tell what happened but she was pretty darn sure he used his eyes for Sasuke's small form was falling.

The support of the barrier suddenly disappeared and she almost fell face first into the road, that is if she didn't catch herself. It startled Itachi, his eyes widening slightly only to narrow. No one would have recognized the surprise, no one but her.

She quickly ran up to Sasuke's tiny form and knelt down next to him, "What have you done" She whispered softly. She went and unlatched the rose clasp that held her cloak and quickly placed it over Sasuke as she scooped him up and stood. "Elice" His voice was smooth, silky, and threatening.

The rain started to fall as she looked at Itachi, she knew he would have been already gone but her presence had him remain. "You do not understand the matters of my clan, leave before I kill you too". He stated, no remorse, no feelings, nothing was in his voice. "I understand that it has fallen, the same way my clan has and I have failed to prevent it" She snapped at him. Only to realized she said to much.

Her vision quickly turned and she stumbled over her feet. Catching herself quickly, she moved to take cover under a neighboring porch and placed Sasuke down. She placed her forehead upon his and whispered, "I'm sorry Sasuke". She then softly kissed his forehead and pulled away.

"It isn't your place" Itachi interrupted "Take Sasuke and leave". Th question was why hadn't h killed her yet, she knew too much. She shook her head as she looked at him with a painful expression. His eyes started to change to that horrible red when a cough interrupted him, it wracked her thin form as she covered her mouth to help control it. She pulled away her hand, blood drenched it. The tingling sensation, it was back full force.

Worry, she didn't have to look at him know know it as he took a step forward. She shook her head and took a step back, "My body will not remain" She stated softly. "What are you talking about?" She took a step back, she didn't want him to see this, she didn't want him to see her die, to succumb to nothingness. "Elice, what is happening?" His voice was harsh as he took a step forward.

She was quick to run, even quicker to get away from the arm that tried to grab a hold of her. She ran back the way she came. She fought it, she fought her death, she tried so hard. But just like this whole situation, she couldn't avoid the inevitable.

She didn't know how long she ran, or where she ran to until she stopped herself, leaning onto her knees. She couldn't hold herself anymore, the lack of air, the coughing, the tingling of her body. It was too much for her to keep running. Once she caught her breath, she looked at her surroundings. She was at the dock at the Uchiha compound's lake...

She walked down the lonely dock, her feet softly walking over the wood as she herself took in the loneliness herself. She reached the end and stared out into the water with dead filled eyes. She looked at the water, the irony of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been born on water and now she'll die on it. Bellworthy always got her way, but there still was hope. Sasuke... If only she could help him...

The prickling feeling of being watched turned her body back to land. She was surprised to not see Itachi. How had she lost him? Bellworthy was her only answer. "Madara" She stated softly towards the male. He was tall and lean, her head full of dark obsidian hair, his matching eyes, they stared ever so coldly at her. The Uchiha always had a cruel streak, their features just matched it.

She didn't know what to say really, but Madara obviously did "How is it that you know?" She let out a low chuckle only to start coughing. Her body slowly went down to kneel on her perch as she hacked out even more blood. The tingling sensation suddenly turned into the sensation of a thousand needles pricking her body and she hated needles.

Madara was coming for her, his cold features didn't even betray the worry he must have felt. "Stop!" She cried out though the pain and he did. "What is going on?" He never did like not knowing. He always had to have the cards in his hands. She must be mentally tormenting him, having him hate her cause not all the cards were there, obviously if she was here and he didn't know that she knew.

Tears, she knew she was crying, even when the rain let up to nothing. She gave Madara apain fill expression, she never knew dying would hurt so bad. Her expression twisted in pain was a result of the man who decided to ignore her orders. "Madara" she choked out, "Don't-" she was interrupted when a scream ripped though her vocals.

It was suddenly hot, her bones breaking and reconstructing. Her skin, it felt like it was completely dry but stretching form all sides. He whole body trembled and vibrated and another scream screeched through her vocals. She could barely wonder what the hell of a death sentence this was. Bellworthy really made sure that she would suffer!

Through the pain, she lifted her eyes towards Madara, Itachi suddenly there and by golly both their expressions mirrored each other as their eyes widened at her and backed away. That confused her. What could shock the two Uchiha's to back up? She couldn't think too much as another pain wrenching feeling hit the gut of her stomach and she couldn't think to much until suddenly, the pain was wrenched from her and all she could feel was how heavy her body was.

Laying on her side, she didn't even realized she closed her eyes until she opened them to look at the men. Though, she couldn't control how she could see. It was like her eyes had moved on her head and instead of being able to look forwards, she had to look to the side.

Confused, she was still alive and breathing. She was also laying on the wooden docks, very uncomfortably might she add. She tried to move her body but nothing was working the way it was supposed to. She wobbled on her side like a fish out of water and tried to bring up her hands to help her only, the way her arm moved... It was not normal.

She shifted her head to look at her arm, a gasp, more like a whine came out of her lips as she looked at the long, white haired, leg that was connected to a hoof. Fear struck her heart as she panicked. Huffs and grunts came out with panic as she flopped around even more. The need to run, it came full force, the need to get out of here. She wiggled and wrestled, the two men shouting her name as she realized that she jutted herself off the docks and into the ice cold water.

The need for air burned at her throat, it wasn't like she got a chance to hold it. She kicked and pulled, trying to maneuver her body so she could break surface. She wouldn't have made it if there wasn't a pull on her neck and soon enough, she was being dragged upwards. She gasped out once she hit surface, the air burning her lungs. She was being dragged towards land now, it was then she realized how strong but small Itachi was compared to her.

She was supposed to be dead! Not a... Not a horse!

Her hooves hit the ground under the water before Itachi did and she was quicker to drag him on to land, the force she placed into it had him break away from her now huge body. She was confused, stumbling about on her unstable legs. Itachi made a move to grab her, she wouldn't have any of it and bolted on her unstable legs. It was a good thing she did for she could hear voices in the background, none of which were Itachi or Madara. She stumbled around but she able to understand her legs with the force of just using them and how they worked better. She sloppily made it towards the forest. What happened?

They couldn't follow her, they needed to run as well. She highly doubted that they would see her again. She bounded over sticks and stone, rocks and trees, roots and bushes, she stumbled until she ultimately fell, her larger body making a bigger impact than that of her smaller human form.

She laid their completely confused, what has Bellworthy done?

"Bellworthy had nothing to do with this" Elice swirled her head and ears towards the voice. A pale human form appeared. She was so fragile looking, thin yet tall and dressed in a white dress. Her hair, pure white and forever long hung around her as her pure place eyes stared at her. 'Fate Weaver' she meant to say but only a loud horse whine came out. She struggled to stand, once she did she looked over at tall woman.

"Elice, you've done what no soul has been able to do. You cracked the balance of fate and started a weave of freedom. You've caused a new fate to stir and therefore the deal has been cracked." The woman walked up to her taking Elice's head into her arms. "Fortunately, I was able to save your life." She spoke with a bit of sadness, "I've always been fond of you Elice..." She trailed off as she pulled away her hands still on her soft fuzzy cheeks. "Unfortunately, because fate will end the same, there is still a consequence. Your body has been taken so that you cannot shatter what has already been broken."

Elice pulled her head away from the woman and snorted as she back up, she was still going to stand strong. "You have the chance to come with me and live in the Garden of Eden" The woman spoke hopefully. Elice stood her ground and stared at the woman with defiance. "I had a feeling you wouldn't come, but my offer will always stand..."

The woman sighed and stood tall, "The longer you are in this body, you will forget who you are but your immortality will never end." Thunder hit the skies. "I shall give you a look at who you are but Bellworthy is angry so do not dwell." Her body suddenly rippled, like water and soon enough, Elice's reflection took place. She stood tall, white was her body color with blotches of dark brown, almost mistaken for black. Her mane and tail were white with mixes of brown. Her left ear and eye were engulfed in a dark brown. But what haunted her were her deep blue eyes staring back at her. It was the only thing that remained the same.

Then she took off running.

. : : . "And I stared to hear it again, but this time it wasn't the end..." . : : .

A/N: My first chapter. Hopefully it was interesting enough for people to keep reading. Read and Review. Thanks.