A/N: This is my first time attempting to write something here hahaha bear with me. I caught this little bunny from a cute IndraSaku fanart and this is where it got me.

I'm terribly new to this fandom, so this is going to have some errors canon-wise. Oh, grammatically too, English isn't my first language ahaha (I also edited this on my iPhone so expect some..urk)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. At all.

•••

Sakura was 17 when she was sent careening into somewhere—nowhere, really. She had no idea where she was. She could be in a genjutsu for all she knows.

At first, she had rushed into the treetops of the forest she awoke in, running—practically flying—to whatever direction her body took her to as she was in a blind state of panic. She had to return to the battlefield. Everyone was still there, fighting to their deaths. Her boys were still there. And where was she? Dozing off on a bed of Baby's Breath in a middle of a forest.

But Sakura stopped. She stopped in the middle of a clearing, and looked up to the sky, with the view not being blocked by thick foliage for once.

There, right there, was a brightly shining sun. In her eyes, she saw the moon. She expected it to suddenly morph into a bleeding red moon, an eye with tomoes that stared down into the depths of her soul.

But it doesn't. And her expectations did not come about. The sun was just that—just a sun. She spread out her senses, and there was not a single thing out of place. She wasn't a great sensor, but she was good enough. Either this was real, or a really good genjutsu.

She formed her hands into a seal, willed some of her chakra to come forth.

"Release!" she exclaimed.

She felt the shockwave spreading out in every direction, to expose every flaw in this genjutsu and to seep into a crack to break the whole thing.

But nothing happened.

So she called forth another fraction of her reserves, and activated her seal. The black markings spread out into her scalp, over her cheeks, down her neck and disappearing into her clothes. She could feel the markings all over her skin, and she could feel her control on chakra rising to a level that seemed god-like. Well, maybe not god-like. That's just pushing it. But who knew her Byakugo could actually break some higher-level genjutsu, right?

So with really good chakra control, with that small bit of chakra—another shockwave burst out of her.

"Release!"

She felt herself sink a few inches into the ground as a small crater formed under her feet. Like a strong gust of wind, her chakra made bushes sway and some nearby birds to fly away in fright.

Still, nothing happened.

Sakura could feel the tears coming. Where was she? This wasn't a genjutsu, at all. This wasn't that Unlimited or whatever Tsukuyomi—or was it Infinite?—because she remembered that the tree was still up, with the bud still tightly closed. How did she even end up here?

Sakura fell onto her knees. She grit her teeth and punched the crater in frustration. There wasn't any chakra in that punch, but the crater still earned another crack.

She deactivated her seal. She took a deep breath and stood up. She needs to get out of here.

That, she did as she took off to the trees again, before glancing one last time to the sun. But that was really just it, a sun.

Sakura's gaze hardened, and sped off.

•••

It took her six months. Half a year.

It took her that long to accept her predicament, and to fully adjust to how things would go for her at this point in time. Literally.

•••

After she got out of that forest—which took her 48 hours—all those days ago, she stumbled upon a village. It was ridiculously old fashioned, Sakura had to stand for one solid minute just staring at everything. A kid approached her, asking why her clothes were 'funny'. Sakura didn't have an answer to that.

She got herself a place to stay, after healing the kid's dying grandmother—who wasn't really dying, they just didn't know the treatment to her illness. Not yet anyway. The villagers were intrigued, curiously glanced at her seal every now and then, and asked if she was a priestess. How they assumed that, she had no idea. She denied it, but they called her it anyway. 'The Priestess', just that, nothing fancy. Sakura just shrugged, she got a place to stay, at least. And some new clothes too, even if they were more suited to an actual priestess than to a kunoichi.

•••

A day after that she figured out she was not in the Elemental Nations. At all. She asked if this was Fire Country and hell, they just went, "Fire Country? Where's that?" The kid told her she was in the Land of.. what was it again? It was a pretty forgettable one syllable name. She honestly didn't bother to remember, she did, after all blank out after hearing that Fire Country didn't exist here.

But someone thankfully snapped her out of her thoughts—saying something she wasn't really sure she should be thankful of.

"Maybe Hagoromo-sama would know!"

•••

Two weeks later she confirmed that this Hagoromo-sama was indeed the Sage of Six Paths. Sakura had to give herself a minute because this was the Sage himself. The Rikudō Sennin. Alive. Breathing. Existing. Did she mention alive?

It was then she came up with the thought of time-travel. Sakura knows its ridiculous, but still possible. The 'time' in 'space-time jutsu' was there for a reason, after all. But still, how? Why? In the Sage's era? Of all ages?

Another thought hit her after that. She had to wander around the forest alone for a day to keep it together. She couldn't though. She just couldn't.

Everyone she came to know was gone. Just like that. Not really gone, but not alive. Yet. But they will be, thousands and thousands of years later. Konoha, her parents, Ino, Kakashi-sensei, Tsunade-shishou and, oh gods, Naruto and Sasuke. Naruto and Sasuke.

All gone. What had happened? What about the war? Did Madara—oh god did Madara win? What happened to everyone? What happened—

•••

A week later, she still couldn't accept it all. It was still too far-fetched. Once something seemingly unexplainable happens, it always has something to do with chakra. Levitation? Chakra. Making moons? Chakra. But this? Time travel? Even the Goddess of Time won't allow chakra to meddle with her works. So— how? A month into her being in the past, of all places, and she's still crying tears of confusion and frustration.

•••

Another two months and she was shown a shrine a little bit out of the village. 'They're really taking this priestess thing seriously, aren't they?' Sakura thought to herself, mildly amused. She was told it belonged to a healer which passed on a few years ago, and since the village recognized her as their new healer—which she didn't really mind—they gave it to her.

A shrine was her pseudo-home, and she was a pseudo-priestess—Sakura swears at least half of the villagers claimed her to be a yokai, some even a goddess, because of her 'healing powers, strange seal, and curious pink hair'. Sakura snorted.

•••

Another two months and she earned herself a reputation. 'The Priestess' became known—'Hagoromo-sama has heard about you!'—in the nearby Lands. The Sage really has heard about her. A friend had traveled three days to visit a relative in the Sage's village, and had small talk with the Sennin, who inquired about 'The Priestess' before that friend even got to mention her. Hagoromo said he'd like to meet the chakra-using healer some time, and so Sakura was told.

She was in deep shit. How was she supposed to explain how she knew how to use chakra? As far as she knows from the Academy's history lessons, the Sage has probably just started to teach ninshu only several years ago.

If she doesn't find a way to explain how she can use chakra—or hell, how she even has chakra—how the hell was she supposed to explain medical ninjutsu? Healing chakra is something she can probably have a believable excuse with, but... medical ninjutsu? It wasn't even supposed to be 'discovered' until Hashirama's existence. She had half the mind to bullshit her way out of it but this was the Rikudō Sennin she was talking about.

Sakura sighed, she'll settle for half-truths then. When she meets the Sage, that is. Note 'when', because this wasn't an 'if'. She was sure to meet the Sage someday. And she'd be ready for it. Probably.

•••

A month later, she was 18, she finally accepted that this was now the life she'll be leading so she had traveled three days to the Sage's village to pay a visit.

She was in her red and white priestess garbs, with her long pink hair—which had obviously grown the past six months—in a low, loose ponytail that rested on her right shoulder. Her long bangs were brushed to the side, with the longer ones framing the side of her face. Her seal was visible, which was proof of her identity and prowess. Though her pink hair was enough identification to go by.

•••

Indeed, she settled with half-truths. Some of her words were cryptic as well. That she came from a village hidden in the leaves far away, but was now destroyed—she couldn't hide the sorrow in her eyes as she remembered how Konoha was destroyed by Pein. That she was born with this energy she settled to call blessed energy—which is, well, chakra, not like she'd mention that of course. That her seal was made by storing her spiritual energy to a focused point with exceptional control over three years—no way was she calling it Yin Chakra in Hagoromo's presence. That she referred to her 'powers' iryo-jutsu, leaving out the 'nin' part, and that it came naturally to her—which was technically true, she took to medical ninjutsu like a duck to water if you leave out the part that she was taught.

Her respect towards the Sage was not faked, however. It came to her easily because heck, every single shinobi would respect him. He was the Sage, for goodness's sake. So it was a plus point in gaining the Sage's trust—maybe.

Sakura was positive that the Ōtsutsuki patriarch was still doubtful of her, but surely he didn't suspect anything ill of her anymore. She was, after all, respected as a healer, and not feared as a killer. So... plus points?

Another thing she had to be careful of was hand seals, because Indra was the first one who used them for ninjutsu. And she didn't even know if the Sage's sons exist already.

So it startled that the Sage already had his sons for more than a decade. The older one, Indra was only five years younger than her while the younger, Ashura was six years younger. Thirteen and twelve then, Sakura mused, how cute.

"I would like it if you meet them, but they just finished training," Hagoromo told her, "Indra's out by the nearby hill honing his abilities, while my little son Ashura is out at play."

Sakura hummed, and replied, "I would like to meet these little ones too."

She asked if she could take a stroll, to see if there were herbs unique to this land that couldn't be found around where her shrine was. The Sage allowed her to.

•••

Sakura wandered a little farther off than she intended to, but a distressed spike of chakra caught her attention—and were those trees falling she's hearing? Her breath got caught in her throat as she recognized the signature.

'Naruto!'

It was so, so similar to Naruto. But at the same time it also seemed like.. Lord First's? Why would this signature be a combination of Naruto and Hashirama-sama's? An ancestor of the Senju and Uzumaki, then?

But it was so... so Naruto and—

Another spike, and Sakura moved. She rushed to where the chakra signature was and found a boar running into a young boy. The boy flew back a few feet, and the boar was getting ready to charge again.

She wasn't taking any chances, she rushed at the wild boar with a chakra-infused fist, aiming right at the top of its head. As her first connected with one of its tenketsu, her eyes narrowed. 'This isn't an ordinary boar.'

A clean hit, the boar died quickly, but she left it in the middle of crater too big for her liking. Sakura pulled her fist back, relaxing on her side as she straightened up. There was a new chakra signature that arrived into the scene, and this one made hell freeze over for her.

This one was like... like Sasuke's. Naruto and Sasuke's chakra were both... so near her and... her boys—

Sakura turned around and came facing off with two young children. One that had been the source of the chakra spike had short spiky brown hair, while the other one—the one with Sasuke's chakra—had a long mane of brown hair that reminded her of Madara's.

How... peculiar.

These two, Sakura was sure, were Naruto and Sasuke's ancestors. To see them together was amusing and, it made her a bit emotional. She wondered if she'll meet her own ancestor, surely she has one, right?

The younger one rushed to his feet and hid behind his brother, but kept his eyes trained on her. Sakura's eyes softened, his gaze was just so... Naruto.

"Are you alright?" she asked him. The boy looked at the pseudo-Sasuke, and muttered a small but audible 'nii-san?'

Sakura's stiffened for a second before relaxing. Naruto and Sasuke's ancestors, were brothers?

That stirred something within her, as she smiled softly at the two young boys. Who would've known?

"You're the Priestess," the older boy said, "aren't you?"

Sakura only nodded, she had grown accustomed to that title after all these months.

The older one turned to look at his little brother, "It's okay, Ashura. She's a friend. She helped you, did she not?"

Amused as Sakura was, she became even more so. Ashura did a 180 and beamed at her brightly, as if he wasn't wary of her a minute ago. "Thanks a lot, nee-san! That was amazing! You're so strong! Ne, nee-san, how did you do that? And what's a priestess? Why do you have pink hair? Why is it pink? What's that diamond thing? Do you have powers? Or, or maybe chak—"

Ashura was cut off, being poked on the forehead by his brother's forefingers. "Ashura, be polite."

Sakura chuckled at the sight. "I'm Sakura, and yes I'm a priestess. I heal people."

"Oh, oh!" Ashura perked up, "The pink healer!"

Sakura blinked. Huh, that was new. Pink healer, really?

His brother only sighed, before turning back to Sakura, "Thank you for helping my brother, I appreciate it. My name is Indra."

Sakura hummed, "Hagoromo's sons?"

Indra nodded, and turned back to Ashura. "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

Ashura shook his head, wearing a toothy grin. "I'm fine!" He flailed about exaggeratedly, "See?"

Indra frowned, "You were reckless."

Ashura visibly deflated, and Sakura had to stifle her laughter. They were so much like Naruto and Sasuke, she didn't know what to feel about it. But she knew, she was happy. There was some familiar people in this place, and it made her a little less lonely.

"Ashura!" a different voice chimed in. It was still that of a child's and just as Sakura thought, she turned and there were three other boys perched on a branch.

"Taizo!" Ashura beamed, "You guys alright?"

"Yeah, we're good!" the one with kind-of long hair replied. The three kids turned to Sakura with boyish grins on their faces, "Thanks, miko-san*!"

Sakura nodded to their direction wordlessly, but returned a smile. She could see from the corner of her eye that—well, Indra was not amused at Ashura's friends.

"Ashura," Sakura called, stepping out of the small crater and walked towards the two brothers. "Be a dear and let me see if you're alright. I saw you get hit by that boar, you most likely got bruises from it."

"You got what?" Indra turned to Ashura sharply. "Ashura..."

"I-I'm really fine!" Ashura assured them, but Sakura wasn't having it. At all.

She stopped in front of the kids and held out a finger to poke Ashura's stomach. She could see Indra tensing, but she pretended not to notice.

Ashura, the brat, couldn't stop a small 'Ow..' from escaping out of him. Sakura smiled at him smugly, "I thought so."

With a small surge of chakra, her hands glowed green and hovered over Ashura's stomach for two seconds before she pulled back. Ashura's three friends were mumbling about it a bit too loudly, Sakura noted. She's sure she heard a 'she knows magic!' somewhere there. How cute.

Meanwhile, the two brothers were intrigued, Ashura was curious, and Indra was a little wary. Sakura chuckled at their expressions and poked the younger brother again. "How about that?"

Ashura blinked, before looking up at her. He looked down to his own stomach and poked it himself. A smile slowly crept up his face before erupting into a Naruto-like toothy grin, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

"I'm still upset at you," Indra said, popping little Ashura's happy bubble. "But thank you, miko-san."

Ashura sniffled and pouted at his brother, but perked up when he felt a hand ruffling his hair. It was Sakura.

She ruffled Ashura's hair and patted Indra. She just had to do it, you know?

"Why don't we head back to your home and have a little chat?" Sakura winked, "I can show you quite a bit on what earned me my reputation as The Priestess."

That ignited Indra's curiosity, and he nodded. "It would be an honor."

"What?" Ashura drawled, "Is that fun?"

The boy straightened up when Indra shot him a look.

"Alright then," Sakura chimed, "Let's get you cute little kiddies back home."

Ashura jumped, flushing red, "C-Cute?!"

Sakura only hummed, ushering the two to the direction of their home. Ashura and Indra waddled—Sakura was convinced that they waddle, they were adorable—to that direction ahead of her. Sakura smiled at the sight, her features softening. She turned back to Ashura's friends—one of them was Taizo, right?—and told them, "You kids head back home safely too, okay?"

The kids cheerfully agreed to do so with a chorus of, "Okay!" And with another, "Thanks again, miko-san!" Sakura smiled at them, watchful of them scrambling away.

But her smile vanished and she looked over her shoulder, away from the direction of any of the kids. Her knowing eyes bore into those of Black Zetsu's—but, how was he even here?—promising pain and giving cold warnings. She didn't know how in Shodai's name was Black Zetsu even in this timeline, but she knows he's up to no good, and she's going to get to the bottom of it. Come to think of it, she'll do what she can to give the future a nudge in the right direction while she's at it.

She could tell the black blob was outraged as he slithered back into the shadows. She'll have to do something about him later.

"Miko-san?" That was Indra, she'd probably have to ask him about Black Zetsu, too. The kid looks like he knows something.

She turned back to them with a small smile, "Aa, let's go."

•••

*miko - means priestess

A/N: I'm seriously paranoid about this lol I probably screwed up some points in canon (e.g. Indra getting his Sharingan in the last scene, let's assume he still gets it ahaha). Oh and about the Byakugo and the genjutsu thing, I totally BS-ed that. I may have a thing for Sakura with her seal activated so... idk.

I can see a lot of potential in this kind of plot, honestly. Imagine this as a 738263-chaptered fic. I can honestly see the two little cuties liking Sakura(nee-san~) and well, they're only a few years apart so... wonder what'll happen when they reach the point where that age-gap won't matter anymore. Wink wink.

Reviews are appreciated!