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Original upload: 9/7/13

Last Update: 4/15/14

Prologue

Miyu Kurobuki walked through the dead forest. Her aching feet are bruised and bloodied from her long torturous trek through the woods. The moonlight lit her way as she marched up the mountain. It's faded trail made it easy for her to climb such a steep slope, especially with the bundle in her arms. The thought caused Miyu to pause then glance down at the thing in her arms.

Snow white hair, ivory pale skin, clouded grey eyes, chubby cheeks and a slightly wide forehead, to some this baby would probably be a delicate beauty. Its weakness did this. It gave anyone holding it a sense of loss, of pity. Its greatest weapon was it being so pathetic that you too ended up feeling helpless by merely holding it. She hated it for that. Grinding her teeth she tightened her hold on the thing. Knowing that it should have cried out in pain, yet it made no sound. It was its entire fault that it had to die, she thought. Holding the white wrapped bundle she continued her journey.

The wind blew and the mist encased her once again. Legend says that this specific mountain was so high that even the mist cannot reach the top. Which was hard to believe since it is set in the middle of one of the smallest islands in the Land of Water.

Miyu had come here from Kirigakure, the Village Hidden in the Mist. Sent by the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura to dispose of this thing without anyone noticing. He is repulsed that she gave birth to such a weak and pathetic creature. He would have killed her and it himself had she not begged to destroy it herself. It did not sicken her that this weak thing came from her loins, it outright disgusted her. She couldn't stand it. She now knows that her lover would never touch her again because he knew that there was a possibility that the next child would be like her first. The man she loved more than anything, the one who had brought the nick name The Village of the Bloody Mist to their home, loved her as well otherwise he wouldn't have let her do this by herself.

It had been a week since her departure and she longed to see her beloved again. She couldn't wait to dump the monstrosity and head back to her village. She smiled sadistically at the thought of the bundle dropping off a cliff while a rabid eagle swoops to take a piece of it before a shark leaps out of the fringed waters below to eat the rest in one chomp. The smile however soon faded as her snarl retook its place while she remembered what led her on this annoying task. If it wasn't for the Three Tailed Demon the baby would have been disposed of back at home. As fate would have it the Demon said to Yagura the baby cannot be harmed until it reached the shrine on the tallest mountain in the land. When questioned why the thing should be unharmed until reaching the shrine the Demon made no response. However the simple fact that he had spoken out was what caught Yugura's attention. Thus she was ordered not to harm the child until reaching the old shrine.

That was why she had fed the baby while on their journey; it was why she took great care in holding it to. Yagura had ordered her to keep it safe until she reached the old shrine and she would do as she was told. She was a ninja after all. A ninja always followed orders.

In the evening on the eighth day of her journey Miyu found herself at the most beautiful place she had ever scene. Even for her where blood, gore, death and water meant home she felt peace settle into her being and wonder at the sight before her. The cold ground that had numbed her through her sandals had felt warm as the long uncared for grass embraced her feet. In the center towards the right was a large, smooth, oval, stone. Then there directly in front of her was proof this was the spot where she would dispose of the thing. It was a gate two white wooden poles sticking out of the ground and another placed on top. Behind it and surrounding the small clearing was some of the greenest looking bamboo she had ever laid her eyes on. It kept the fog from traveling into the area as well as the freezing air.

She sighed as she finally took in a full breath. It was difficult to climb so high with so little to breathe. She hadn't complained, even to herself, she knew that it would lead to weakness if she had. However a small spark of joy came to her at the thought of the thing having its lungs crushed from the high pressure that had surrounded them till she found the clearing she. But, no it hadn't suffered at all by the looks of it. The bundle should have been dead otherwise right? It was weak.

Snarling in disgust Miyu walked towards the stone and placed the thing on top as she was alone, she would have to to kill it. Which she would enjoy to the fullest.

First she unbound it, the small arms and legs had rest to its sides as soon as the rap freed it. The clouded grey eyes did not search its surroundings, in fact they seemed empty. Not cold or cruel, but empty as if there was never any life in it at all. Which as far as Miyu knew was true. Not once since the day it was conceived had it moved other than to breathe and eat. It had closed its eyes and of course it had shitted and pissed but it all seemed mechanical. It was one thing that had unnerved the kunoichi. The lack of life was most likely what was wrong with the thing making not a baby as it seemed but a thing.

Curious on if it even felt pain Miyu brought her hand out and grabbed one of its tiny hands in between her thumb and index finger then…she crushed it. Hearing the crack of bone and seeing the familiar sight of blood she felt even more at peace than she had the moment she found the clearing. It was a comfortable peace one brought with fighting enemy shinobi, instead of the sense of the clearing having never been disturbed. However, though she knew having a shattered hand was extramly painful, having broken her hand multiple times throughout her career, the thing made no sound. It hadn't flinched or moved at all. Curious now Miyu moved her fingers up and broke the things forearm, same with the upper arm. Each crack giving her a sense of pleasure as it was the only sound that reverberated throughout the clearing. Never breaking its skin Miyu moved over the tiny body breaking each and every bone she could feel with only her hand. Her sadistic smile was back, her green eyes relishing in bloodlust and she continued her fun little game on the shell of a baby. Feet, legs, hips, spine and ribs. It only took a few minutes for her to finally reach its head. Throwing back her head she laughed gleefully as was finally free to do what she wanted.

Lifting the broken little body by its head she put its face right in front of hers. Staring into its eyes she just wanted to see a spark of pain. The kind she saw before she slit the throat of a woman in front of her husband and left her body for the sick fucks of her squad to rape. As she laughed watching the man break as everything came crashing down. She needed to see the pain in the thing's eyes before she killed it. Then she would put it out of its misery.

But this thing was no man with bonds to its loved ones. The thing was only a few days old really yet she truly wanted to see its suffering. It will be considered as payment for the eight days she spent with the wretched thing.

Yet its eyes held nothing. No pain, no anguish, nothing.

Stumped Miyu looked at the thing dangling in her hand. It's now moved like a rag doll its limbs swollen and loose hung limply from its bruised body. Anger coursed through her as she slowly tightened her grip of the tiny skull between her fingers. A cackle working up her throat as she saw small streams of blood come from its ears, nose and mouth. And finally a single drop fell on the peaceful floor as the sun set.

In that moment everything about the serene clearing changed.

A bright light came from the gate temporarily blinding Miyu and causing her to cry out. Miyu dropped the thing to cover her eyes and it fell on the soft springy grass where it didn't move except for the faint rise and fall of its chest. But that was lost to Miyu for here was another presence in the clearing that had her attention. One that terrified her like nothing had before.

Slowly the blinding light faded and Miyu's eyes opened. She let out a small gasp. The once white gate was now a glowing blood-red. And in front of the gate was the presence Miyu had sensed. The terrifying chakra that, unlike the Three Tails, gave her a sense of safety.

The presence was that of an angel by the look of its nine feathered wings protruding from its back. Though the angel was transparent she could see that it was tall, taller than her petite 5"4 height, and it was slim and covered with a simple white kimono that reached its knees. It was impossible to tell it the angel was male or female as it had features of both. Broad shoulders, flat chest, and lean muscles that proved how toned the angel was. Yet it also held a delicate grace in its long limbs and thing fingers. Long silver hair that reached its ankles, a delicate face that had two large blue eyes that shined of…love.

She couldn't stand it.

In Yugura's eyes she saw love; she saw her being precious and special. Only when they made love but she knew deep down that he loved her. Yet the love in the angel's eyes, this love hurt to look at. It wasn't lust filled; it wasn't that of friendship, it was pure unfiltered Love that crumbled her heart. No! Not her heart for her heart was still beating, but her very soul in one glance. It burned it up and she couldn't even scream at the pain as it destroyed everything that made her MIYU. Her past her, fears, her joys, her hate and her love. Then tried to create what a MIYU she always wanted to be and couldn't stand she become. It tried to conquer her, to rule her but finally unable to stand the agonizing pain much more, it killed her.

It pained the angel to watch the female die. It was not the angel's intention. It was an inevitability that happened when the angel was near a human as the angel was not of this realm.

But there was no time to think of origins. The angel came here for a reason and that reason was the broken little body on the floor near the angles sitting stone. Stepping forward towards the corpse of the woman the angel sighed. The grass where the angel stepped withered and died seconds before the angel made contact than regrow healthier than before as the angels feet lifted off of the grass.

When the angel was a step away from the corpse it kneeled.

The angel looked at the corpse, taking in its dark long golden blond hair, its pale skin, its green eyes. The angel knew it wasn't its fault for the woman's death. The woman had refused its love, made the choice on whether or not to change for the better. The woman chose not to change and so the angels love destroyed her.

The angel reached out with both arms and all nine of its wings and embraced the corpse. Destroying it with a single touch than recreating it. Making the corpse for beautiful than before, more sturdy, and at the same time placing the transparent angel inside of its temporary human shell.

Opening her now green eyes the angel slowly sat up and turned towards the still living broken baby body a few feet away.

Reaching out with her hand still coated in the corpse's blood from its recreation, the angel touched the baby's head while pushing out a small amount of its chakra. The already destroyed body held no hatred or resistance so the body did not die upon being touched by the angel. It too is recreated, its bones mended, its bruises gone, its internal injuries healed. The baby was now healed. And the angel had expected her to have been crying in pain as she was healed yet as soon as she was fully healed the baby made her first sound.

She laughed.

The angel shocked crawled to the baby while still in the corpse of its mother. Then she noticed the changes that had happened to the baby.

The baby was still pale, yet now her cheeks held a healthy blush in it. Her hair…stained from the blood of her mother was pink. But it was her eyes that held the angels gaze. For in them was the same look the angel made upon the mother only it was to a smaller degree. One that would not destroy others upon being gazed into. A pair of emerald-green eyes, much more beautiful than her mothers, held a look of love in them.

Suddenly tears formed from the angel's eyes as she reached out towards the baby girl, who in return giggled and stretched towards. To the baby it didn't matter that the angel is covered in the blood of its now dead mother. The baby wanted to be held as the angel wanted as to hold the baby.

The angel tenderly held the baby in a lovingly embrace that promised her safety and peace. As the baby snuggled the angels breast till it fell asleep.

Just then a soft breeze flowed through the angel's meadow. And a flower petal danced in the air until it landed upon the baby's head.

The angel looked at the baby and named her.

"Sakura."

AN

Okay this is my first Naruto Fan Fiction. So bare with me if its a little rough around the edges. I have recently been into fan fics a lot really. And most of them have to do with Sakura. Why because she was always the one with the most potential. I mean Naruto has the Kyuubi and his never ending determination, Sasuke had his need for vengeance and pride. Yet Sakura was left out. She was the typical fan girl who could have become more! Its why I love her in so many fan fictions. Other writers gave her bloodlines, or made use of her smarts with is awesome.

Now first off I'm not going to give her a bloodline(well...maybe I will later. Where ever the story takes me but at this point I have no intention of giving her one.)

Second, I always thought it was weird she had pink hair so I decided to come up with a reason about why she had pink hair.

Third the 'Angel'. Now I'm not going to say what the 'Angel' is(yet..hehe). But I will say I was inspired by Shadownight123's fan fiction 'Introverted'. But that's it, I was inspired, my 'Angel' is not apart of his story just mine. But I had to credit him for giving me inspiration. It's only right. Same with the summary. The ending sentence is part of a quote by one of my other favorite fanfiction authors JUNCHO. With out both of them I wouldn't have had the spark of inspiration to write this. Thank you both!

Now please review as harshly (but politely) as possible. I want facts on how bad or well my writing is. I want to know what to change and not feel as if I'm burning alive from hate comments. You got a problem? Tell it to me in a professional manor. That is all I ask.

Please enjoy this story of Sakura Haruno! The Blood-Stained Blossom!