Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the character. Naruto and its characters are property of Masashi Kishimoto – sensei
Summary: After the Fourth Shinobi War Tobi casts a jutsu on Naruto saying "It probably won't change anything but I'm sorry". Sakura sees Naruto fading into nothing and in a moment of panic grabs him. Original Story, which is Chapter 1 through half of Chapter 7, belongs to SakuraFairy1990.
Author's Note: I will not overwhelm people who haven't read this story before, so I've decided I'm going to slowly upload new chapters. The first three chapters should up by the time you have read this.
Prologue
Behind him Hinata was hugging the resurrected form of Neji as Sakura was healing her minor wounds. The war had ended and they were victorious.
"Thank You, Tobi – No – Obito." Naruto said to the man in front of him. Obito took a step forward as he looked Naruto in the face and formed quick hand signs.
"You probably won't be able to change any of the events but at least experience what I took from you so you can save your friend." With that Obito collapsed dead in front of a confused Naruto. Sakura say Naruto fading into nothingness and panicked at the thought of losing him and ran to his side. She grabbed him as everything went dark.
Chapter 1:
Sakura POV
The last thing I remember is Naruto disappearing in the middle of the battlefield and grabbing him. I felt soft grass under myself instead of the rough, rocky ground that I expected to feel. I opened my eyes to see sunlight filtering through trees. Wait, Trees! I sat up quickly looking around confusedly, it looked so familiar. I see Naruto sitting a few feet away looking at me.
"Are you all right Sakura- chan? You've been out for a few hours it's afternoon already." Naruto asked me with concern causing me to blush.
"I'm Fine, just a little confused. Do you know where we are?" I asked still looking around.
"I don't know but I think we are outside of Konoha." He replied. "These woods feel very familiar. So, Sakura-chan are you gonna go back to sleep or can we go look for something to eat. I'm starving." He asked with his signature grin.
"Fine, let's see where we are, baka." I said as I got up heading in the direction I hoped would bring us to a village soon because I was also rather hungry.
As we were walking I thought of how strong Naruto had gotten. I know he keeps getting stronger so he can bring Sasuke back but I feel like he is getting farther away from me. Once I get some rest from the war I have to train some more or he is going to leave me behind. I thought. That battle better him and Obito was so different from anything battle I have ever seen before but Naruto still seems like himself. He still has a comforting presence that can but me at ease.
"Ne, Sakura-chan?" asks Naruto from right behind me.
"W-what?" I asked startled out of my thoughts.
"When we get back to Konoha you wanna go on a date with me to celebrate?" I stopped and turned around. I saw he had his hands behind his head and he just kept walking past me, with a grin. Yup, same old Naruto. I thought felling myself blush.
Naruto POV
After following Sakura for 20 mins in silence I could see a road a few yards away, so I figured it was time to break the silence.
"Ne, Sakura-chan?" I asked as I placed my hands behind my head.
"W-what?" I heard her shock at having her having her thoughts interrupted.
"When we get back to Konoha, will you go on a date with me to celebrate?" I asked, I saw her stop and turn around but I just kept walking toward the road. In a couple minutes she caught up with me.
"Fine," she said. "but you have to bring me where ever I want No matter how much it costs." She didn't even deny it was a date.
"Yosh!" I cheered as I jumped in the air.
"Act your age, baka" Sakura scolded me with a chuckle.
Look down the road I saw the familiar gates of home about 100 yards away.
"Sakura-chan, look its home." I said as I pointed down the road, then we ran toward the gate. As we reached the gate I noticed something was off with Konoha. It looked like the attack from Pain never happened.
