Chapter One: Prayers and Dreams

This story is not for the squemish or those who don't like serious stories. I do not own Naruto. This story is told from one perspective and will rarely shift. I hope you enjoy it.
I would look at this sky for hours, hoping and praying for a sign that we would be together. Everyday I'd look at this sky and be disappointed.

I thought I had found my purpose in life; my ultimate goal in life. I gladly accepted his terms and welcomed his malice with open arms. I gave him my everything and took it for love.

This is what love was, a give and take relationship.

Then I laid eyes on him for the first time, and all of my thoughts on love were nothing but lies.

The night was bitter and cold, the snow falling as if it would in a fairy tale. My body was pale and sprinkled over with cuts.

This is how it always went. Whenever Zabuza was done with me, I was thrown out into the snow. He would push to the point to tears, then demean me because of the tears.

This was his love for me; we shared this for years now almost every night.

The night grew colder and darker. I couldn't move or even cry out. My throat was already raw from screaming and my legs were bend and stretched to their limits, rendering them useless now.

Smiling to myself, I try to sleep.

A few hours later, I hear a voice and someone nudging me. Opening one eye, I saw that it was the man of my dreams.

"Are you hurt? Were you raped?"

I shook my head with what I thought was a smile. It felt like a grimace to me, but it was a smile. My smiles always came out perfect despite my feelings inside.

The dark god scanned my body with no expression, then asked me if I could stand.

I shook my head again, begging the fates to be carried in his arms.

For once, they actually heed me. Thank you……

The journey was long a quiet, the way I preferred it. The Dark God had a masculine smell to him, a tantalizing aroma of embers and soap.

I breathed in the scent of him deeply, so that I could remember it always. Even if I didn't see his face, I would know immediately if he were near.

We neared a town where everyone's lights were on, causing the snow to sparkle in their glow.

I had nearly forgotten that it was Christmas time. A time of year for love, laughter, and merriment. Where everyone was happy just being with each other on the day of their Savior.

I looked back on all of the Christmases I spent with Zabuza. The last one, I found out I was pregnant with his child. That same one, I miscarried.

Zabuza refused to believe that it was his child. He wanted nothing to do with a child of any kind, his or not. Tried as I might, he forced me up the stairs and into my room, where he shoved me out the window.

I had no broken bones or fractures, but I did lose my baby. I lost the most precious thing in my world forever, and all he did was laugh at me…….

We entered one of the nearby houses where three others are talking at a table. All eyes were on my angel, then upon me.

"Where did you go Sasuke? And who is that woman?" asked a pink-haired girl.

Sasuke……..that was his name……..

"This woman was attacked last night, but doesn't want to tell me what really happened. She's going to sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

And a gentleman from a fairytale. A real fairytale.

"You are so kind Sasuke!" the girl giggled, "Such the gentleman!"

"You are welcome here. Please, use whatever you need."

The blonde one was very pretty, but didn't seem to be looking at my angel with the same admiration as the pink-haired one. She didn't seem to be looking at him at all.

"Well, I guess we can turn in now; no sense of thinking on matters with a drowsy mind." said the silver-haired man, "Tomorrow, we decorate the tree."

Sasuke frowned, "I'm going out tomorrow, do what you please."

"Come on Sasuke, I'll be fun…….." the pink-haired girl pleaded with her eyes.

The blonde smiled and stretched. She wore a white robe embroidered with a spiral crest.

"Let him be Sakura; he doesn't want to decorated the tree. I will help and so will Mr. Hatake."

The silver -haired man lifted an eyebrow. "Mr. Hatake?"

The blonde shrugged, "I respect my elders." With a soft, mischievous gooodbye, she fluttered up the stairs and out of sight.

"That Nariya thinks she's so special." huffed Sakura, "She's so annoying!"

My angel watched the blonde go with expressionless eyes.

"She's confident, but has a right to be. You could learn from her example Sakura."

"That's not fair Kakashi, comparing me to her! She's not perfect; noone is for that matter!" with that, Sakura turned on her heel and left the room.

Sasuke followed her upstairs and proceeded to his room.

I watched to activity going on around me.

Sakura was standing at her vanity, combing her hair. Across the hall, Nariya was reading a book on types of fighting styles. The man known as Kakashi had the room nearest the stairs and shut the door behind him.

Sasuke's room was the one farthest from everyone. It was done in hues of blue and a bit of black.

"Be sure to call if you need anything." with that, he left.

I lied there in the position he put me in for half an hour before I sought something more comfortable.

I inhaled the covers, delighted at the smell I encountered.

I had no idea what I was feeing, but I knew it had to be some type of love. It had to be! It may not be Zabuza'a type of love, but I could get used to it fairly quickly.

With all this in mind, I close my eyes and dreamed a dream of angels and gods.

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