A/N: So this little idea popped in my head while I couldn't go to sleep, so I'm gonna try it out. See what happens?

Flashback

'Thoughts'

"Speaking"


Namikaze Kushina was feeling like the happiest wife/soon-to-be-mother in all of the Fire Country. Her beautiful husband was THE hokage, she was 35 weeks pregnant and couldn't wait to have her baby, and to top it all off, she was eating salt ramen! Efficiently chomping down every last morsel, Kushina found herself waiting of her husband to arrive home from the council meeting. Her thoughts wandered to the possibilities of the reasons Minato would come home late. In the middle of her musings, she heard the door to her house open, revealing her beloved husband looking tired and evidently stressed. She was about to voice her greetings when her grey eyes fell upon a pink bundle…in the shape of an infant.

"Honey, before you start attacking me, this is Mebuki's child. She was found in her parents carriage, and unfortunately, Mebuki and Kizashi didn't make it back from their Iwa trip."

"W-what? H-how?" Kushina found herself speechless as her husband delivered the news of one of her very good civilian friends.

"The carriage was attacked, both parents died by the hands of the bandits. None of the goods were found, only their child was." Minato didn't know whether to be grateful that the child survived, or if he should be disgusted by the fact that Kizashi and Mebuki were horribly murdered.

Minato's eyes softened while looking at his shocked wife, "I thought you would want to see baby Sakura."

As Kushina held the sleeping infant, it dawned upon her how Sakura, poor Sakura would never grow up with parents. "Minato… can we keep her? She needs parents, and as her godmother, I want to take the responsibility."

"Of course honey, I understand how you feel about this, I'll get the paperwork done as soon as possible tomorrow."

With that, Kushina, obviously exhausted, took her leave to the bedroom. And as she faded into unconsciousness, the happy thought of saving Sakura from a lonely childhood comforted her.

If only she knew how wrong she was.