Summary: In an effort to stop the war from happening, Sakura goes back in time to stop Sasuke's deflection to protect her village and loved ones. With her memory barely intact, Sakura has to find the way to save everyone with only the guidance of visions of the future and a voice she can only hear when it forces itself out. Eventual GaaSaku/Sakura Centric.
Sakura bolted upright screaming. All those people were dead... Most of those people she didn't even know... she had only recognized one person in the midst of all the death, and that person looked strangely like herself... but older?
The young Haruno's parents came rushing into the room of their only child and quickly flicked the lights on. Mebuki Haruno sat on Sakura's bed and hugged the four-year-old with all the strength she could muster. This was the fifth night in a row that he poor daughter had woken up from a nightmare. She had screamed unknown things in her sleep that neither Mebuki or Kizashi could figure out.
The first night had felt like a heart attack. She had never had a nightmare like that before, at least not one where she had awoken her parents by screaming her head off. Mebuki remembered the discussion she had with the neighbors the next morning, chiding their precious daughter for disturbing their beauty sleep. As if they could get any prettier than the ugly hags that they were.
Whenever Sakura awoke from those dreams she trembled in her mother's arms and spoke unknown words, almost as if she were trying to convince herself that they were not real and no one was going to hurt her. The Harunos were deeply troubled that their daughter dreamed of death and had made a small pact between themselves to not let her join the academy the following year. If this were what her dreams consisted of now then they would only worsen over her career as a ninja. Kizashi had once entertained the thought of his daughter becoming the strongest ninja of her time. But now? He wanted nothing more than for her to stay within the village walls, where it was safe.
"Sakura, honey?"
Sakura nodded slowly, letting herself remember that it was just a dream and that no one was out to hurt her. She was safe and was going to become a ninja to stay safe. Although, it was highly ironic to become a ninja to be safe, as they were constantly in dangerous situations. But her parents had never gotten hurt before so it seemed pretty safe considering the odds. Her parents were genin and had never advanced and Sakura decided that she wouldn't either. She would be just like her parents, although their personalities seemed pretty suffocating... so maybe not completely like her parents.
"Water," Sakura mumbled out, her voice was rough and dry, probably from the screaming. Her nightmares had been getting worse and worse. It was frightening to put it lightly, the four-year-old knew that her life wasn't on the line like those in her dream but something about it seemed so real, it was scary.
Mebuki looked at her husband sadly, knowing that they were going to have to mention these dreams to someone eventually but it felt terrible to admit that they needed help raising their own daughter. The Haruno parents had seen the dangers of what being a ninja could do, they had seen the Kyuubi attack up close and personal. Kizashi has lost part of his leg in the war, although they made sure to never let Sakura know of that fact in fear that she might lose them if they ever went on another mission. The pair quit being active ninjas that night and had opened their own bakery, something they were both very fond of. In another life, that would have been their sole profession, but again, that was in another life. There is only the here and now. And 'the now' seemed like a perfect place to start talking to Sakura about her night terrors.
XOXOXO
The rest of the night had been uneventful, thank the heavens above, but now that it was morning The Haruno parents set out to find someone to talk to. Sakura had been dropped off at the Yamanaka clan's residence to spend time with her best friend, Ino Yamanaka. The two were practically inseparable since the young blonde girl had come to Sakura's rescue about a year ago.
Ino had found Sakura picking at flowers in the middle of the grassy area of the park and was hesitant to talk to her. However, the moment she saw three girls surround the poor pink haired child, Sakura began to shake in fear, she had met these bullies before but she could get away then. With the three of them surrounding her, there was no way out.
Something clicked in Ino's mind that made her charge at the group of intimidating girls and told them to stop picking on the other girl or else. One of the bullies, Ami, had noticed the blond's peculiar eyes and gulped loudly, understanding that they were about to bully a clan kid. Ami and her two friends ditched the area and left the park altogether. When Sakura's bright green eyes peeked up to look at the girl standing up for her, she was worried that this new girl would bully her as well. Her lip started to quiver in fear.
It had taken Ino one minute to introduce herself, two minutes to get Sakura to introduce herself, and three minutes to convince the smaller girl that she was not going to hurt her. After those six minutes, the rest was history. No one dared to pick on Sakura Haruno again and she, in turn, would be forever grateful to have someone like Ino by her side.
Ino and Sakura walked hand-in-hand to the park as they always did on Wednesday mornings. They came to the park together three times a week and usually stayed for four hours at a time. The two were definitely a sight to see. The blonde was confident, brave, and strong-willed. The pinkette? She was quiet, reserved, and careful of her manners. She never wanted to step on anyone's toes and would be very cautious of her body placement, lest she finds herself with bullies again.
And so, this Wednesday morning, Ino and Sakura had found themselves back in the park. They began to play catch after their first hour was spent picking flowers with Ino teaching Sakura the different flowers' names and meanings, they separated themselves further and further, both confident in their own catching and throwing skills.
Ino had the ball and was ready to throw again and called out to Sakura who was looking at her feet instead of keeping her eyes on the ball. "Sakura, catch!" Ino called out loudly.
She tossed the blue ball as hard as she could but Sakura was too short to catch the ball as it flew over her head. "I'll get it!" called out the slightly more timid voice as Sakura ducked into a bush in search of the ball. She smiled triumphantly to herself as she found the ball in less than fifteen seconds of looking. She was getting pretty good at finding things since she had lost all her toys at one point and had to find them all and put them back where they belonged.
Sakura carefully placed her foot on a branch of the bush that would keep her balanced and steady and bent down to get said blue ball to continue the girls' game. The branch gave away with a 'snap' and launched the small child off balance and face first onto the other side of the devil bush. A frustrated sigh came out from the fallen pinkette when she found herself on the floor.
She was now on her back looking towards the sky and began to notice a rainbow start to form. It was rather odd, a rainbow in the sky without it raining? Was it raining somewhere else in the village? Maybe somewhere slightly outside of her beloved village? Without putting much thought into it Sakura began to look towards the ball that was within her reach on her right side. Slowly standing up, Sakura began to feel a soft aching in her head, signaling that she had hit the ground with her head at some point of the fall.
The young girl dusted off the dirt that accumulated on her red shirt in a small attempt to hide that fact that she fell in the first place. She picked up the ball and looked back towards where Ino had been standing. Her gaze wasn't directed towards her best friend, though. It was towards some boy walking the length of the park with his mother in one hand and a taller boy in his other. Sakura had never seen her best friend stare so intensely at someone since she had known her. And if she did, it was certainly not towards some boy.
Sakura raced over towards Ino to get a better look at the trio walking together in the park. They did look rather pretty, Sakura admitted to herself. The woman had long black hair tied into a low ponytail and the taller boy had hair similar to her. The younger boy's hair wasn't long at all and made his face look a little more round than it probably was. Sakura couldn't understand why Ino, as well as some other girls, were staring at them. They were just ordinary people, with weird fans on the backs of their clothes.
Wait... Those fans looked familiar as if young Sakura had seen them before. They were now walking towards her when something overtook Sakura with fear. She had no idea where the sensation of fear was coming from but it left her slightly trembling. The four-year-old had never felt this way before, it seemed as if she knew the two boys and they were going to hurt her. She took a small step back, eyes wide open to make sure that they didn't escape their view.
As her breathing faltered along with her strength to stand, she saw the young boy look over in her direction. Their eyes made contact when she heard a soft voice command her, "run, Sakura." There was no hesitation when the pink haired child dropped the ball and ran in an alternate direction the trio were heading. She did not know who the voice was or why she felt the way she did, but her gut was telling her that something was going to happen and she didn't want to be around to see what it was.
Hey guys! This is my rewrite of the story The Change and I've decided to make it a completely separate story from the original and even give it a new story form. So here we go! There will be a few chapters as the tiny Sakura we all loved and then I'll start to time skip in order to get through the story a little more quickly and to get to the parts that will completely alter the canon-verse we all knew. Hope you guys like it!
Love,
Tiny.
