Hi, everyone! So, this is a reincarnation fic. I've wanted to do one for a while now, and I decided I'd do it with SasuSaku as the main focas. The rating of this story may change. With that said, I'm going to warn you that I have switched the names of all the characters. To help you keep them straight, I will list the characters and their modern names with each chapter they appear in.

Here are the characters and their modern names:

Sasuke Uchiha- Cade Gray

Hinata Hyuga- Hannah Haralson

Sakura Haruno- Lilly Hall

Also, this story will be told from multiple points of view, and there will be a bit of OOC because each character has been through different events then they were in the actual Naruto universe.

I do not own Naruto or the cover image. I found the cover image on Google.

Please enjoy!

Cade

I've never been bothered by blood. Even when I was a little kid, I never was perturbed by it. The first time I saw the crimson, sticky liquid, I didn't cry. I simply stared at it, wondering how I had gone from toddling on the concrete to getting a face full of the hot ground.

That was the first time, but certainly not the last. I was seven when it happened, but I still remember it, some odd years later. It was raining, hard. My father had been driving, my mom in the passenger seat. My older brother, Asher, was asleep, his finger wrapped around mine. I was looking out the window, watching the moonlight rise and fall on the glistening pavement. The car jerked, and I heard a screech. Then, the scream. My mother's shrill cry echoed off the trees as we slammed into the unforgiving bark of the nearest tree. The glass shattered, and I could feel a warm liquid run down my arm. There was blood, so much blood. My mother's, father's and brother's blood mixed together in red ribbons in the puddles on the road. I remember the white spots that took over my vision as I fell from consciousness. When I came to, I was in a white washed room. I remember the steady beep of the heart monitor, the pounding in my skull. I remember a nurse with a soft, dough-like face. She kept smiling at me, saying everything was going to be okay. Even at that age, I knew it was a load of crap. My suspicions were confirmed when I was told that both my parents were gone. "They're not really gone, Cade. They'll always be with you." Yeah, right.

That's why I never lie to my patients. I work in the ER, and we all have a mutual agreement that some won't make it out of that room. I'm not one to tell them that they're going to be fine if I know they're not. I don't believe in that. Maybe that's why I can handle blood. It's not something to be scared of. It's part of life. Just like death.

Which is why I'm surprised when my breath leaves me when they roll her in.

She's a bloody pulp of a woman, all broken and bruised. Her body is black, blue and red, dotted with droplets of sweat and tears. Why anyone would want to dye their hair pink is beyond me, but her cotton candy hair is streaked with blood. She smells of iron and body odor. The smell is mixing with the too-clean-scent of the emergency room. Not the worst stench I've ever smelled, though it still manages to turn my stomach. She's curled into a fetal position, her arms wrapped around her abdomen. What was once was a red dress is now rags draped around her frail, shaking body.

She's by far not in life-threatening condition, but she's in pretty bad shape. A nurse, Hannah, I think her name is, takes a stethoscope and pushes it into the woman's chest.

"Have you checked her vital signs, Hannah?" I ask. Hannah turns to face me, her face stoic.

"Yes, Dr. Gray. Her temperature is thirty-eight degrees Celsius, respiration rate is fifteen breaths per minute, pulse is one-hundred and ten, blood pressure eighty over sixty," she whispers. Her voice is soft and quiet, like a bell. Sometimes I wonder how she ended up here, among the bloodied and barley-alive. When you look at her, you wouldn't think she does what she does.

"Did they find anything else?"

Hannah nods her head, which makes her dark ponytail flip around her face. "Yes. They found a purse and a wallet. They've identified her as Lilly Hall."

I lean in closer to her. Somewhere, amidst the scent of blood, I catch the scent of something floral. Cherry Blossoms.

Lilly

I can't breathe. It's hurting me. Over and over, pounding my body. I feel its fists first, then its belt, then blood. I scream, or I try to. I cry out, and the saltwater tears are burning my face. My ribs hurt, my legs hurt, my body is shaking. Where am I? I don't remember. It comes closer, dark shadows play across the room. It's a monster. It's coming for me. How are the neighbors not hearing this? Why is no one here to save me? Why does it feel like I'm drowning?

My vision is burry. I can't see. I press myself against the wall. It's cold. I see my blood smear on its smooth surface. I open my mouth, but it presses a cold hand against my lips and smiles. It pushes me down, and hits me. Again and again. I scream but it doesn't stop. I try throwing things at it, but it keeps hitting me until I'm numb.

Afterwards, it grabs me and tosses me into its truck. I feel it move, hear the tires scrape the pavement. My head hurts. I might throw up. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

It grabs me by my clothes and throws me onto the side of the road. I hit the concrete. I hear ringing as my head cracks the hard surface. I see darkness. I melt into it. It's the only place belong.

I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think.

Best Regards,

Ivy